This morning we went for a walk around the block with our two-year-old grandson. On the way, he picked a handful of dandelions.
It reminded me of a photo we have of my sister and me doing the same thing and presenting them to our mom who oohed and aahed over them. She actually did appreciate the cheerful flowers which we normally consider weeds. But more than that, she appreciated the “love gift” of her two little girls.
What I do for the Lord is so small and inadequate. (Remember the widow who gave two tiny coins.) But when it’s done to please Him, he delights in it. Like maybe washing the dishes for the family, taking time to read to a child or play a game with them, offering to run an errand for someone, or…
More than anything, I long to hear the Lord’s words someday: “Well done, good and faithful servant!”