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Bless the Lord at ALL Times

FaithJessica Scheks1 Comment

I will bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth. My soul shall make her boast in the Lord: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad. O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together.| P s a l m  3 4 : 1 - 3 |

psalm 34

This is what has been on my heart lately. I've been learning that when you are doing what the Lord has called you to do in that particular moment and season, then you are worshiping Him! Even if it seems like a mundane task, if it is where He has called you to be, then you are in the center of His will.

Recently I've really been focusing on our marriage - praying for it, praying for my husband, praying for myself, and intentionally doing things to strengthen it. I'll admit that sometimes I "keep score" in our marriage (which is a big no-no!) Usually it's about the amount of household chores I've done compared to Michael. And the Lord has been slowly reshaping the way I feel about that. Generally I believe that the woman is supposed to do more of the cooking, cleaning, housework, etc. until I apply it to my own marriage. It sounds like a great, biblical idea when I think about it in general terms, but it's hard to practice what I preach in this case.

The first thing the Lord did in this area of my life was to just slightly shift my view of my husband. Literally one moment I was thinking about him and all of a sudden I was overcome with emotion about how he's such a hard worker to provide for us.To the point where I had to tell him how thankful I was right then and there. So I texted him, how much more romantic could it get? Michael truly works so hard at his job. He often works twelve, fourteen, or even sixteen hour shifts at the country club where he's been employed for nine years. And it's very physical -- running up and down steps all day long, constantly on his feet, lifting heavy things, and carrying huge trays of food. So when he comes home, he's exhausted. The thought of standing at the sink to do dishes, put away laundry, or take out the trash is probably much more miserable to him than I imagine it to be.

I used to think he was just lazy. But the truth is that he's tired in every sense of the word. He has to deal with demanding people all day, his boss is constantly criticizing him and causing issues throughout the day, and he literally doesn't sit down. So when he comes home, he wants a little peace and quiet and to just lay there for an hour or two. When I stop to really put myself in his shoes, I get it. And I don't blame him one bit.

So as the Lord was in the midst of trying to show me all of these things, Michael and I were preparing to go out of town for about a week to an "old fashioned camp meeting" at church. Just like every other week, he was working like crazy, he didn't have much time to prepare for the trip, and there was a lot to do! I kept reminding him to pick out shirts he wanted to take and to iron them. Fun fact: I loathe ironing men's dress shirts. So as the day we were scheduled to leave got closer and closer, it still wasn't happening. And I was biting my tongue about it, because who wants to be that naggy wife?

Well out of nowhere, the Lord popped a thought into my head. And I know it was Him, because I never would've come up with it by myself. Why don't I iron every single one of Michael's dress shirts?! I was out driving somewhere when the thought occurred and I literally got so excited about it! I couldn't wait to get home to iron his shirts. I was so ecstatic to surprise him when he came home from work to all of his shirts ironed so he could pick from an assortment of shirts of which ones to take with him on our trip. You'd have thought it was my first good idea ever.

I'm a perfectionist and Michael has a lot of dress shirts. So it took me over two hours, but as I was starting on the first shirt I felt so joyful! I felt like I was worshiping. And I realized that I was worshiping! It was a mundane task, but it was a mundane task that God called me to do, and I was doing it joyfully. So I listened to gospel music while I ironed for half of an eternity and I had to laugh to myself because there I was doing what I hate doing but loving it.

Sometimes God just works in the cutest ways!