Do all you do

One last bit of joy last night was a trip to McD's in our PJ's for 150-calorie ice cream cones.  I know, the fact that I am telling the world that I let my kids have ice cream from McDonald's is pretty much a sin in today's food-wise world.  I think I can live with that.  The whole family was united on a quick trip to borrow a car, and this pit-stop seemed like a great way to make it into a happier errand. On the way home, Kai went with me on a quick diaper run to Wal-Mart (did I mention our lives are chaos) and we had a great little talk when we pulled into the driveway. 

We've been talking with him a lot about doing his best work.  He brought up a little moment from school, and it led to a great discussion about why we do our best.  I was reminded of and able to share with him this verse from Colossians, "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men." (Col 3:23, NIV) We talked about how he does his best on his homework and his chores and with his siblings not for me or his dad or his teachers or himself, but for Jesus.  And we talked about how I mow the lawn and change diapers and go to work for the very same reason, for Jesus.  And in that moment, this Momma was humbled.  Here I thought I was having this chat with him in the car so that I could teach and instruct him, and all of the sudden, the Holy Spirit took that moment to teach and instruct and remind me of my purpose.  I needed that reminder.  To be floored by the reality that the minutes of my day are for a greater purpose, and they do not go unnoticed.