I spent the last 3 hours of my weekend grading and filing math papers. Not because I HAD to, not because I was ASKED to. And certainly not because I get paid enough to rationalize extra work on the weekends. (I don’t.)
No, I did it because I adore the teacher I work with and wanted her to be able to spend time with her young daughters over the weekend without taking home a bunch of papers. She does that far too often and a few weeks ago she had tears in her eyes as she recanted her struggles to balance work and family life. She’s a phenomenal teacher, the best of the best, and I consider it a privilege to work alongside her. So I will help when I can.
“Hey, wanna keep the kids this afternoon while we run an errand?” My son-in-law asked on Sunday. I didn’t tell him I had my afternoon mapped out, that I had tons of math papers to correct; instead I rearranged my day because I love my children and because grandkids are the best thing. Ever. It is a gift to spend time with them.
I was tired last night. And I am the world’s worst texter. But four of my five “out of the house” kids had texted me and two had actually sent me pictures. Naturally I spent some time responding to each of them before going to bed. ‘Cause my children will always be a priority in my life, the most important of relationships.
Do you see a connection here? The joy behind the things we do is directly related to the motivation behind what we do…and the motivation is directly related to the relationships involved.
Maybe, like me, you are struggling with something you need to do. And maybe, like me, instead of forcing the thing that needs to be done, the thing we think we ought to be doing, you need to get back to the very heart of it all: the relationship.
The relationship with the One who knows us better than we know ourselves.
The relationship with our Redeemer and Sustainer.
The relationship with the One who created us for Him; who loves us unconditionally.
Yeah, I’ve been struggling a bit with that too.
But truth is, when that relationship isn’t at the heart of all I do, the joy sort of leaks out; I become like a balloon with a hole, swooshing aimlessly, out of control, until it lands in a random spot; just a stretched out piece of latex.
Kinda how I’ve been feeling lately. (Just being real.)
So as I seek once again to simply delight in Christ Himself, wanna pray for me? And I’ll pray for you. Then, whatever we find ourselves doing, we can do those things with all of our hearts; not concerned with what others think but rather what God has called us to.
Then, instead of gotta-be-dones, they will be passionate, delight-filled, get-to-dos.
Whatever you do, do your work heartily, for the Lord rather than men. Colossians 3:23
Grateful for this wonderful life,
Marie with a :)