washing dishes —
everyday I do the same.
Sometimes it can seem an unglamorous mission.
Is what I do really important?
Can You use me here?
But then I remember you washed dirty feet.
You hung on a cross and took my shame.
You bore the wrath of God that I deserve.
So who am I, that I complain?
What am I searching for?
I am not greater than my Master.
I am only an unworthy servant.
And yet I know it’s true–
I don’t deserve to call You Master,
but You let me call You Father.
Such love amazes me.
Father I ask You to help me serve You
with never a thought for myself.
Help me die daily to my ‘self’ and my pride.
Use me here, where I am.
I’ll not look outside my sphere.
Be magnified in my daily living, loving, serving, giving.
Be glorified in me.