In office devo today, PT asked, “Where were you 10 years ago? 20 years ago? 30 years ago?”
He remembered he was in Israel at this exact time 10 years ago.
I don’t remember where I was 10 years ago. I don’t remember what was happening in my life then. I don’t remember the year my daughter or son got married. I remember when I got married.
I remember my children’s birthdays. I probably will not remember my grandchildren’s birthdays.
I don’t remember when we went to Japan or China or Vietnam or Europe or Canada or Mexico or Hawaii. I only know we had a great time!
I think that’s good enough.
I don’t remember when I put my trust in Jesus for the first time. I don’t remember all the people who taught me at church. But I’m sure they contributed to my faith to what it is today.
Kids at church won’t remember me when they grow up. But if they follow Jesus because of something I did, I think that’s good enough.
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I put away my sewing machine. I am not motivated to make things unless I have a purpose.
My friend Lorin makes things to donate and give to friends. That is her ministry. It gives her pleasure. But I don’t find satisfaction in making things to give to people who already have a lot of things.
Maybe if I sell things I make and give the proceeds to missionaries, maybe it’ll motivate me. But I would think my time can be better spent praying for them. And I can still give them money I already have!
Crafts must be done for its own pleasure. I must love using my skills for crafts for the glory of God alone. I must believe that God will take pleasure when He sees me doing crafts. I must be somehow be rejuvenated to live for God when I do crafts. No other purpose will be big enough for me to put in the effort and time.