If I'm tired of the rain and wish summer (or should I say spring?) would finally get here, I think about the ones who live and work out in the weather.
If I get stressed out about having people over because my carpet needs cleaning or my window coverings are embarrassingly outdated, I remember this woman who opened her little home (hovel?) to complete strangers and felt so honored we would visit.
(Her coffee cups don't match.)
If I stand in front of my closet crammed with clothes feeling tired of wearing the same thing all the time, it's not unusual for me to think of these children.
When I start feeling sorry for myself in any way, I want to think of our staff in Ethiopia who are serving Christ so joyfully and yet have almost nothing of the world's 'nice' things. They have dirt floors. They cook outside. There are never leftovers.
I didn't have to go to Africa to get this perspective. I know God's word and I know (in my head) that life's really not all about me.
I know this.
But I'm so grateful to have these faces of 'the least of these' in my heart. I want to remember them and quickly confess my tendancy to think I am at the center. To crucify my crown-wearing Self that keeps trying to sit up on the throne and to take my spot at His feet instead.
Colossians 3:1-3,12 NLT
*To read more about the the ministry I work for, be sure to check out our website: Adoption Ministry of Youth With A Mission Ethiopia and the other blog that I do (where I posted this same post today): That We Might Be Adopted... from Ethiopia