So, it's been one of those nights where I got the baby down, my sweet husband feel asleep on the sofa and I became Super-Productive-Mom. I got more done in the past few hours than I have all week when other folks were awake... you know what I mean ; )
As I was working... cleaning up dinner, quick check on e-mail, catching up on laundry, unpacking a suit case from two weeks ago, making my hubbie's lunch for tomorrow, picking up scattered toys... I had this thought about how Mom's are last. Am I the only one who has this "Whoa is me" conversation to themselves? Mom's always come last, I thought. And I admit that my attitude was not in the exact right place as I was picking up dirty socks and pondering why I feel like the dirty dishes are the "bad ones".
But I heard the Lord remind me of His word, His truth, that the last shall be first in His Kingdom. He was lovingly reminding me that while Mom's do tend to come last... I can receive that or I can choose to reject that. I can either complain my way thru my daily chores, or I can willingly embrace being a servant hearted leader for my family.