Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Undeserved Favor

Somewhere I have a copy of that poem
called "My Mission Field."
Do you know the one I am talking about?
It is written by a woman who talks about how
when God gave her children, He called her to
the mission field. Those children He gave her
are her mission field, her own little tribe
of heathens that she is to be a light and
a witness to. I was thinking of this a minute ago
while I was singing an old hymn to Baby J as I
walked around the kitchen with him, waiting on Big E to
bring the dirty clothes downstairs to the laundry room
and for Sweet T to finish the directions he was
following so we could move on to the next ones.
Actually, it is very convicting for me to think of
my assignment as "missionary" to these four little gifts of God
of mine. Sometimes I am the worst possible missionary
in the world to them, I am sure.
It will only be by the grace of God that any of them
overcome the obstacle of their crazy, inconsistent,
undisciplined mother.
But praise the Lord for His GRACE!

2 comments:

Mrs. JP said...

Grace upon grace and so undeserved. What a wonderful heavenly Father we have.
I love thinking of your kids as a tribe. Hehehe!

Anonymous said...

Bell, You are a very good missionary to those children and to the other heathens surrounding you. You'll be surprised in heaven by someone that you probably did not even know you could influence. People watch Christians some times hoping they will fail, but I think really hoping that there is something to this thing we call Christianity.