Willingness.
If I’m honest, I’ve had my fair share of disgruntled and complaining attitudes and words lately.
The never-ending dishes,
Not to mention the laundry.
The pile of dirty diapers,
And countless blowouts.
The shoes multiplying at the door,
Not to mention the trash can overflowing (again)…
Generally, these complaints + frustrations are met with guilt. Guilt that I would dare grumble about dirty diapers when I prayed so long for a sweet child. Guilt that I would dare complain about household chores when my husband has taken on more financial strain to allow me to have these years at home with our daughter.
But guilt is a poor master. Guilt has yet to transform my heart and grant me a willing spirit.
So what has the power to transform our hearts? Grace does.
Grace fixates our hearts on Jesus… “who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Philippians 2:6-8 ESV
Grace cultivates a heart of gratitude for the King who left Heaven to take on the form of a servant. Who left streets of gold to have his feet dirtied by streets of dirt. Who never grew weary yet invaded a body that would require solitude and sleep and food and water. Who laid aside his immortality to bear my punishment, that I might be set free.
And the amazing part of it all? He did it willingly. For me.
If that reality, by grace, captures my gaze in the mundane moments of my life, then His willing spirit transforms my spirit to be more like His (in a way that guilt never could).
May he transform our hearts and hands to be willing, and in doing so, to reflect Him in our homes and communities.
