Today I remember the beauty of small, humble living. I’m reading Thomas a Kempis’ The Imitation of Christ, and I’m reminded of simple acts of love that reflect the glory of God.
And it just so happens that both my daughters are sick today (one with a stomach bug and the other with an infection), and I find myself going about the unglamorous tasks of cleaning a toilet, serving tea, and simply pressing a cool hand against a hot forehead.
Nobody sees. It’s quiet here. We’re all alone.
But suddenly it feels holy–like Jesus is here with me. It feels like His love is here, and I’m to extend it to these little ones with every whisper of comfort and act of service around them. That’s the grand calling for today, and I accept it gladly.