It's NOT About What I Know.

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Sometimes Often, I feel the Spirit calling me to share my experiences with others, but I have NO IDEA how to start writing about it, let alone TALKING about it.  I fumble my words, I delete my thoughts, and sometimes I just ignore that pulling at my heart to just be led by the Spirit.

Today, as I cleaned up Play-Doh (the toy of the enemy) all over the kitchen floor, paint supplies scattered in my front yard, cleaned the kitchen, made lunch, & cleaned it again, I realized that it just isn't about what I know.  I don't have to have the most parenting experience and I don't have to have read every John Piper book to know that I have been equipped with the just the right amount of 'stuff' to touch someone else.

I know a mom's heart & I know that many of you feel like what you're doing is fruitless; whether you're like me and you're in a constant state of picking up after others or you've been placed in a job where it seems like NOTHING you do matters, it does.  You have to know that you've been placed where you are for a reason and things have been designed in your life by the greatest Designer.  You have a purpose.

A couple of nights ago, I came out of my bedroom from working out and showering to find that the living room was COVERED in flash cards, books, coloring books, etc.  I had just cleaned up before I left the room (and a million other times the day), so I was less than happy to come out to the mess.  I raised my voice, reprimanded the kids, and almost cried...OVER A DIRTY LIVING ROOM.

Then I felt a like a jerk.  Guess what?  The house was GOING to be a mess again the next day (every 10 minutes) and I was GOING to have to clean up again anyway, but sometimes it seems so pointless to clean up at all.  I went to bed, prayed about it, and this is what came to mind:

Everything we do has meaning, purpose, & value so long as we do it to bring glory to God.

It's somewhere in the Bible. 

I didn't want to share this story because I kept thinking "who am I to preach on this to a bunch of people when I can't even remember WHERE this comes from in the Bible?"  and "who am I to tell a bunch of ladies to use their housework to glorify God when I still grumble sometimes when I pick up clothes scattered around the house?"

Then I realized it's not about what I know.  It's about WHO I know. 

I've since Google'd the verse (1 Corinthians 10:31), but I realized it doesn't matter how many verses I have memorized or how many times I have to remind myself of my purpose; I am able to give you encouragement right now to recognize that, even in the seemingly insignificant, mundane daily tasks, God is at work.

He qualifies the called, right?  That's somewhere in the Bible, too.