Sacrifice–oh joy!

Sacrifice–oh joy!


I used to think one should be an overseas missionary (the ultimate sacrifice I thought) to really please God.  Motherhood changed my mind!

As I move further on my journey, I’m learning that God’s love for me will NOT change based on my performance or sacrifices.  He loves me no matter what!  That definitely lightens my load!

I am also realizing it’s the little things that are harder to sacrifice than the big things.  I don’t think one huge sacrifice like living in the bush somewhere is any more or less pleasing to God than a life daily lived to serve others right here in my home and my home town.  I don’t have to go far to serve.  The opportunities are endless.

I read in Phillipians this passage:

Do all things without grumbling or disputing; so that you will prove yourselves to be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights {stars} in the world, holding fast the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I will have reason to glory because I did not run in vain nor toil in vain.  But even if I am being poured out as a drink offering upon the sacrifice and service of your faith, I rejoice and share my joy with you all. (Phil. 2: 14-17)

Just getting through a day without grumbling is definitely a sacrifice for me.  And that part about toiling in vain…that’s definitely ringing a bell as I attack my mountain of laundry.  (Can I get an “Amen?”)

Living a life “being poured out as a drink offering” is no easy thing and I think it looks different for everyone.  Everyone has mundane tasks that no one notices, no one appreciates, no one gives us a gold star for…except the One that truly sacrificed it all for us.  For Him, we can consider it a joy.  It’s not easy…but it can be done!

So whatever your sacrifice is…don’t worry: it’s not done in vain! Rejoice!

Here's one of my little {HUGE} sacrifices for today!

What’s yours? Canvas Prints

12 Responses »

  1. You’re right… it’s always in the little details… especially the ones that go unnoticed until they’re not done; the thankless ones like laundry, dishes, another meal. “Is that all there is?”
    I remember comments from Audrey and from John James…. “You’re ALWAYS folding laundry!”
    Duh!!! with 4 kids, there’s an option??? Where??
    Funny thing, though. My mother wouldn’t let us do the laundry. She had HER machines and HER system. Our job was to get the dirty clothes into the hamper, and put the clean ones away when she got them sorted and folded. In between, that was her realm.
    The other version I remember – when Jan and I claimed the weekend for doing meals and laundry, and left the other 5 days for Kev, Ang, and Kath (and Brian and Jon when they were there) to figure out how/when they’d do their own laundry.
    Jan’s other grandson Dave has been doing his own for a long time. It’s his problem that way. Of course, he was a LITTLE older, and he was the only kid; it’s different when there are 4 kids in the house.
    Yet, my mother had 6….
    But back to your point… absolutely right… haven’t you noticed that the people you like to be around seem to find a way to be cheerful in the most ordinary of times and chores??? And conversely, if people bellyache and gripe all the time with the mundane, rarely are they more pleasant any other time either.
    Besides… look at all the opportunities to practice… day in and day out….

  2. Very special post Michelle. Just read something this week that brings this home for me…about raising a child with disabilities. That little girl is MY ministry. Homeschooling five children at once is MY ministry. Your words here remind us of our OWN ministries, not far from home! Thanks Michelle!

  3. I was complaining in my head last night at dinner. The funny thing about complaining is most of the time things aren’t nearly as bad as we make them out to be. Reality generally doesn’t make for the best pity party so we focus on all the bad rather than all of the good.

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