Make Me a Servant

There's a song Charity Churchmouse sang that I often hum to myself, it goes,

Make me a servant, 

humble and meek.

Lord let me lift up 

those who are weak.

And may the prayer of my heart always be, 

"make me a servant, 

make me a servant, 

make me a servant today."

And when I hear it, with the minor key bathing every word with emotion, I really feel like it's important. I pray it genuinely. Make me a servant.

But when the kids interrupt my serene nostalgia with whiny demands, like a balloon, my good intentions burst and I'm lecturing.

But yesterday I let the words repeat in my soul. I considered another childhood tune,

Scurry maid

"If you want to be great in God's kingdom

learn to be servant of all."

And we know it.  Being a servant IS great. Jesus declares it to be so. 

Given the right circumstances we can really get behind that idea (say for instance I was asked to serve the President in World Peace affairs... yep, I'd be sure... this IS great)

But that's likely not the heart Jesus is interested in for me. 

For me, it might look more like this:

The kids wanted a tea party, I was just finishing a long-overdue kitchen clean. Not only did they want tea, but cookies too. I relented and my kitchen suffered. But this time I embraced it. I grabbed my apron and hanky and literally served them. I gave them a bell to ring from the tea table if they needed anything. 

When the bell rang I'd curtsy at the door, "Yes'm". 

Pretending I HAD to serve them for bit, broken accent and all, really gave me some perspective. 

These little ladies may not be the Duchess' of Wales, the truth is they are even more valuable. In the kingdom of God these beauties are of more worth than anything I can grasp in this world.  So for me to serve them is indeed a privilege.

I'm not stuck at home with them. NO. That is a lie!

I am a part of a glorious work. The Lord chose me for greatness. What is the evidence? My opportunity to serve. Praise the Lord! I'll say yes Jesus, 

Make me a servant!