It was a terrible start to the day. I was in the shower, my husband already at
work, and I hear screaming. The type of
screaming that makes you think someone lost an arm. So I dash out of the shower, run down the
hall naked and wet to find the culprit, a sick boy who was screaming bloody
murder about having thrown up. Being the
good mom that I am, I sent him to sit on a hard surface until I could get
dressed and tend the situation. Cleaning
up vomit is one of my least favorite mommy tasks, and I had a scowl on my face
as I descended and started my search for the mess. Turns out the vomit amounted to the smallest
amount of spit on the leather sofa…whew!
Just a few minutes later we were seated around the kitchen
table eating breakfast. Each morning I read
a bible story to the budding theologians from the Adventure Bible
Storybook. I shouldn’t have been
surprised that today’s story was about Jesus washing his disciple’s feet before
the last supper (John 13). We had great
fun discussing how gross their feet must have been. But Jesus served his friends with selfless
love. It stung just a little to remember
my reaction to cleaning up vomit. And
the passage provided me with a powerful reminder that it is in the throes of
motherhood when we are most frequently tested on this subject. Can I serve with a loving spirit? Time will tell—it’s just the start of flu
season. Posting John 13 by the mop
and bucket couldn't hurt either!
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