Being a Blessing to Others

I don't know about you, but I often wonder if God's light is showing through me. There are so many times when Satan whispers in my ear that I'm not measuring up, but in these last few days, Jesus reminded me not once, but twice, that He's definitely there no matter how screwed up I think I look. And once again, I am humbled and blessed to be a vessel that He can use.

As you well know, I send out emails to the church congregation about happenings at Eastwood. A few months ago, I changed my personal signature to include my wish that God bless the receiver(s) abundantly, as well as a verse that I find inspirational. What a blessing it was for me to receive an email this morning from a fellow Brother in Christ indicating that he had been blessed from just reading my wish of blessings for him today.

The second reminder was from my boss, Diana. As you are well aware, Joshua and I have been "butting heads"-- enough times that Satan likes to whisper in my ear that once again I am failing as a parent. I am blessed to realize the comfort of talking with and relating to other mothers and fathers that have experienced or are experiencing similar situations. Often times, Diana and I talk about our children since they are similar in ages. Sometimes we wonder if we swapped kids, would we realize that it wasn't "our" kid?... :) On Friday of last week, Diana and I went to lunch, where we once again discussed our children and the drama they bring into our lives. In the course of the conversation, Diana said that when she is trying to talk with her children or deal with a situation, her thoughts are "what would Kathy do?". I had to laugh, because I often fail at being a parent and I told her that I often have to call out to God to help me (only after I've done enough screaming and yelling, mind you); but, she insisted that I was a great parent, and that she was grateful for my counsel. I knew that it wasn't me she was seeing, but Jesus.

It reminds me of the story of the mirror. What I see is a dirty, insignificant wretch that should not be heard nor seen in the sight of God. And yet, by His Mercy and Grace, the reflection Jesus sees is His Child in His Robe boldly standing before Him with unconditional love. How AWESOME is that!!!

Jesus, thank you for reminding me that it is the little things that matter most. Help me to remember that while doing little things, I can accomplish much BIGGER things by just allowing Your Light shine through me.