Two things I never want to convey on this blog:
- I’m Perfect. That’s so far from the truth, it’s laughable. I merely want to encourage people as they Become Last.
- Guilt Complex. No one needs another person guilting them into doing stuff. I think we’re called to be servants of all and so I’m trying to orient my life in that manner. My desire is to do things out of love, not guilt.
With that said, I wanted to share a story with you that so ably demonstrates point #1. Last night, a group of women from my church had a small group study and my wife asked me to help babysit. I have some excuses as to why I was so curmudgeony (is that a word?), but excuses aren’t very helpful.
Needless to say, I was not the most forthcomingly (also not a word, but oh well!) helpful husband. I whined, I complained, I got in a bad mood. Seriously, I threw the world’s biggest pity party for myself. For whatever reason, I was in no good mood to help, and I wanted her to know it (note to all husbands and people in general: that’s not the way to be).
So anyway, I did go and help and I had a great time. The kids were awesome and the ladies were really appreciative. I wonder why serving is so hard sometimes? What makes us so clingy to our stuff/time that we make it such a big deal when we serve? I wish serving would come more naturally sometimes, but I guess that comes with time.
To the ladies I helped last night…I hope the study was great. Your kids were. Sorry if any of you noticed my mood in the beginning.
How can you Become Last tonight?