In my house, that is!
My house was just invaded, in a good way, by the Plack family! They came bearing enough food to feed us for a week (not kidding), cleaning supplies and willing, servant's hearts to clean my home from top to bottom, all while the two youngest Plack children played with my boys, leaving pretty much nothing for me to do but receive and be blessed!
I really can't figure out why I am the recipient of such exemplary care from others, but I have some theories. 1. I either look really pathetic on Sunday mornings and in need of help OR 2. I am so vocal (whiny) about how hard my poor life is (not really) that people feel the need to come to my rescue. Actually, I sincerely believe it is moreso that there are amazing servants who are a part of our local church, Chesapeake Community Church, of which I am so grateful to be a part!!
When I think about the various and countless ways my family and I have been served by members of our church, who really are not just co-members of the church we attend but also dear, dear friends, I think of this verse in Psalm 8:4:
What is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?
When I am served, I become more mindful of God and His attentiveness to my life. This thought spurs me on to, in turn, grow in serving others and to do so with excellence. Isn't it amazing that we can be a part of making someone else more mindful of God just by serving them in some practical way? I would love to hear how you have become mindful of God through someone else serving you in some way. Please feel free to comment.