Joy

I exiled the dog and both cats to the garage this morning before Mike came to kill fleas, then I was off to the Vine to clean the children's areas dubbed the Promise Land.

I don't feel safe to serve the children's ministry directly because my brain becomes useless when over-stimulated. I shudder to imagine all the harm I could do while distracted, flooded, or just forgetful. But I do want to serve the little ones. Jesus spoke often about the children, the poor, the widows... anyone who might be vulnerable. Yes, I want to serve Him by serving them!

So, I clean. It makes me feel good. I pray it brings a smile to my Savior's dear face.

Today, as I was wiping down some tiny bright colored plastic chairs, singing gleefully off-key and having a fantastic time, it hit me that I was filled with JOY! A sweet, spiritual high permeated my whole being and I was so amazed and surprised by it, I simply stopped and rocked back on my heels to ponder the sensation, to absorb it more deeply. 

There is no better reward than the pure JOY God can give, and, as for cleaning the Promise Land, I will cling to that honor with all my might.