Make Me A Vessel

Yesterday was just one of those days.  I haven't had one in awhile, so I suppose I was due.  Matthew didn't nap, and every time there was a hint of hope that I might get a moment's peace, one of the girls would get rowdy and wake him before I could even get him in bed.  I was frustrated and tired and not in the right mood to head to Family Adventure Camp at Heart of the Shepherd.

It was day 3 of our church's form of Vacation Bible School, a highly anticipated event for my children. It is fun for them, but it can be exhausting for me and the kids, so it was no surprise that they were bickering over crayons by the end of the night.  All of the nudging that I felt to turn the moment into a teaching moment and to meet their crankiness with opportunity to show love and service to one another, I simply ignored.  I was just. too. tired.

I excused myself from the table, letting my husband take the lead.  Matthew and I slipped away to a quiet room where I plotted my retaliation.  Should I tell them we are not going to tomorrow's activities? Should I make them give up the privilege of "buying" trinkets with the tickets they were earning throughout the day?  All seemed fair enough.  After all, we were supposed to be learning how to serve others with good attitudes and they certainly weren't bringing their part of the bargain to the table.

Neither are you.  God spoke softly to my heart.

I tried to ignore it and indulge my sorrows some more. This summer has been ridiculously busy.  I haven't had a moment to myself.  The days are a whirlwind of activity and the nights never hold the rest I am promised.  I was tired.  Tired of serving, and coaching, and cheerleading, and disciplining, and thinking of ways to turn disastrous meltdowns into "teaching moments."  I was tired of pulling out the good attitude when the bad one beckoned.  So I grumbled to myself that if my children weren't learning the lesson of serving each other, we had no business being here.  I certainly didn't need to be here to learn how to serve others.  I do it enough.  All. day.  So forgive me, God, but I just want to sit hear and rest for a minute and not do my job.  Don't You get that?!

I sent my husband home with all four of the children, swallowing down some guilt that he would likely have a baby crying for his Mama the whole time while he tried to get the additional three Cranky Pants in bed.  "I'm going to help clean up," I said.  It was a guise of needing to serve others so I could indulge in a different venue where kids weren't the background noise.  

I don't think I was really needed there, but I needed to be there, because God reached out to me, like he often does when I'm throwing one of my temper tantrums.  I had only been free of children for a few minutes, when Kelly (the wife of one of our pastors) told me her 2 year old daughter had something to tell me.  I looked down at her sweet little cherub-like face and she proclaimed, "I said a prayer for you today!"  It blessed me to no end.

And it convicted me.  Why did little Vera pray for me?  Certainly, she didn't sense that I needed it.  If I had asked her, she probably could not have articulated any particular reason.  But I know why she did, because the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to little ones such as her.  Because she was an open vessel for God's love and when He pressed on her heart to pray for me, she didn't make excuses like, "I hardly know her," or, "She might think that's a little weird," or, "She doesn't really deserve it, because she's never really ever done anything for me."  She just followed in child-like trust and obedience, because God had a purpose for her prayer.

As we grow older, we find all sorts of excuses not to do the things that God asks of us.  We mistakenly call them "reasons."  Last night I saw in a little child's simple demonstration, how following God's leading can greatly impact another, beyond what we may even be able to comprehend as we follow through with His request.

When we act in obedience and offer with the right attitude, it is then that God's love is revealed.  Though my "offerings" this week may have appeared sacrificial and even obedient, my attitude was something entirely different.  I harbored in my heart stress, selfish ambition, greed, and anger, but somehow expected it to breed love. I had prefaced each day with a warning that if my kids weren't willing to show me that they deserved to go to Family Adventure Camp, I wouldn't be taking them.  I made it clear that it wasn't necessarily a priority on my list, but it was a service to them, and I expected them to show me how grateful they were for all the additional stress and work each day provided.  I was pouring out an attitude that didn't speak of love and service.  From where did I expect my kids to get the right attitude?

I keep thinking of little Vera, holding her mommy's hand, saying those sweet words to me, and I am humbled by God's grace to reach out to me through this little vessel filled with His love.  I admire the work He can do with a willing attitude.  I had accomplished little the entire week, but in a brief moment, God lifted my spirits and renewed my heart and attitude.

How much can He use me if I refuse to empty myself of sin?  What partnership can His love have with a poor attitude?  How easily I forget. How needful that I be reminded.  How humbling that my messenger was two.  How grateful I am to be emptied and filled all at once.