Matthew 24:45
“A faithful, sensible servant is one to whom the master can give the responsibility of managing his other household servants and feeding them."
Have you ever looked back to remember something stupid, weird, or thoughtless that you did? Unfortunately, I do that more than I'd like to admit. Then, do you ever think about how you and your life will be remembered after you're gone? (see attached comic) Yes, I know the comic's silly, but it got me to thinking about how 'I'd' be remembered after I'm gone? What will be written on our tombstones? I guess I'd like mine to read, "A fantastic wife, mother, grandmother, friend, and a tireless servant of the Lord". So, okay, guess I'd better really get started 'filling the bill'.
I 'Googled' that expression 'to fill the bill', which I've heard my entire life, and here's what it said:
"To put into (a container, for example) as much as can be held; to supply or provide to the fullest extent; to complete (something) by insertion or addition; to possess and discharge the duties of; to occupy the whole of; to engage or occupy completely; make full." WOW !!! Guess I need to remember that every second.
Hope that you have an amazing day, fulfilling all your life's desires and wishes, and celebrating your life. Maggie
Matthew 25:23
“The master said, ‘Well done, my good and faithful servant.
You have been faithful in handling this small amount,
so now I will give you many more responsibilities. Let’s celebrate together'!"
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A Time to Think
"Once again we are weaving the tapestry that is Christmas."
—Polly McKinstry |
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To Act
Give your joy to others and it will come back to you. |
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To Pray
Thank you Lord, that however small or seemingly insignificant our gifts,
You can weave them into Your glorious symphony. |
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Romans 10:18
"Have they not heard? Yes verily, their sound went into all the earth,
and their words unto the ends of the world." |
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(Every year, I've given our kids, and now our grandkids, a special Christmas ornament, so every year as they hang them on their tree they'll remember me AND know how much I love them. So, this article really blessed me.)
By hovering near the Christmas tree for hours, I had become a master at recognizing those pesky presents by the time I was seven or eight.
As soon as I picked one up and gave it a little shake, I knew exactly what it was: an ornament. Back then I saw those neatly wrapped, lightweight boxes as necessary evils that I had to tear through and politely thank my grandmother Bebee for before I could get to the good stuff. Every year she gave ornaments to each of us grandkids. They came from her travels with my grandfather, and over time we’d received tree-hangers from all over the world. There was a wooden Great Wall from China, a tin Big Ben from London, and crudely carved mangers and stars from places I’d never heard of. On the back of each was the year and the place it came from, neatly written with a black marker.
All these years later those same ornaments have taken on a unique importance as my son Harrison and I decorate our tree. They remind me, of course, that I was always in my grandmother’s heart as she traveled far and wide. But somehow they’ve also become symbols of the greatness of God, as they bear witness to the impact that Christ’s birth has had on our world.
“Where is this one from, Daddy?” Harrison asks for the umpteenth time.
“That’s a Taj Mahal from India,” I reply, imagining the little shop in Agra that Bebee must have visited to find such a treasure.
“India?” Harrison replies with amazement. “I didn’t know people that far away knew who Jesus is.”
Isn’t it wonderful to know they do?
Father, Your Spirit fills heaven and earth, and Your Word truly reaches the ends of the world. |
~ By Brock Kidd | |
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