My Hard Truth on Labor Day

Oh Father use my ransomed life in any way you choose…

Really?!

It’s easy to sing this on Sunday, leading God’s people in worship, but Monday morning…well,

I really don’t want my life used today to care for the incredible needs of my family, both physical and emotional.

Actually, that’s not all the way true. I can handle the physical stuff. I can do the labor of sorting and organizing. Cleaning. Tasking.

It’s the labor of loving that is a struggle. I don’t want to be used to love.

That’s the hard, honest truth.

Yet, I am called to love. I am called to care. I am called to spend time. I was given eight children to teach me this. That is what God chose for me.

I have been given many gifts that I am choosing to fight against. Shelter, food, clothing, family, community, love.

My heart needs to be transformed more than my living room or kitchen set or front porch.

And that is my hard truth on Labor Day.

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.