My Physical Act of Worship
Update: Yup, I flubbed it. "this is your spiritual act of worship." Lets up I do better next week. ;)Therefore, I urge you, in view of God's mercy, offer yourself as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God - this is your physical act of worship. Romans 12:1
That's by heart so if its wrong you can point it out. Seriously, check it if its wrong and tell me if it is. I dare you. :) I promise I won't change it if it is. A little realism is refreshing. If its right, I'm sorry if this comes off as bragging. I swear it isn't. This last week I started my 12 week journey to memorizing Romans 12. You can read about it HERE. I'm going through Established Footsteps scripture memorization. I've made it through verse 1 and walked listening to the promptings of the Holy Spirit as He has worked to etch these words into my heart.
So, you probably don't know this about me but I was born 46 days before my due date. Honestly I shouldn't have even been born in 1979 but I was. I'm kind of thankful for that so I can feel older and mostly because I am happy to not be a product of the eighties...not sure though the seventies were much better come to think of it.
But 46 days early it was after a long bed rest for my momma. Yeah, I'm appreciative for my life. I even still have a little "Get Well" Teddy Bear from my stay in the hospital that comes complete with his little bottom lip sticking out and a tear near his eye. Really pathetic. You can imagine I've never been able to get rid of him. Just look at that little face looking back at you from the Good Will pile. Yeah, I couldn't either.
Like Get Well Teddy, I'm still around though my beginning was precarious to say the least. So you can imagine this knowledge has had a bit of an impact on me. I know God especially chose to keep me hear on this Earth, He made sure my beginnings proved that. I've thought about this truth, this week, about my first days on this planet in relation to Romans 12:1. My very breath and my very every heart beat continues because of God's choice to make it so. Because of this, the very every way I chose to use every breath and heart beat is an act of worship to God.
This thought has blown the top off some lies, some strongholds in my life. The awesome thing is, it has been long in coming, something God has been working on for quite some time. For one, as God redefines His definition of ministry in my life, I've come a little bit closer to a better grasp of it. I've often seen things like feeding the homeless, missions, pastoring, anything done inside the church walls, done through, Christian organizations as ministry.
What I didn't realize was that there were ministries God had already given me and I didn't even know it. Making my husbands lunch for him out of love, giving Wiggles a bath, changing her poopie diapers are ministries. Serving my husband and daughter is my primary ministry. To take it further, babysitting a friend's son while she goes to school is a ministry. Purposefully seeking out a friend in distress who could use a listening ear is a ministry. Making a meal for a new mom or visiting a friend in the hospital are ministries. In essence I offer all of me as a living sacrifice that all I physically do, all I do with this body is a ministry.
Cool. Well, almost cool. Cool to my spirit, not so much to my flesh. That means choosing, CHOOSING a joyful heart and lifting up thanks to God regardless of how I feel about something (I don't like touching cold turkey meat and I don't much care for poop). There are a lot of areas in my life that this new truth is penetrating deeper into.
Bring it on!
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