My Beautiful Lot

I’m currently reading Ecclesiastes.  That book is full of some strange concepts.  Having been reading the Bible for more than a decade now, I am slightly accustomed to the types of tugs my heart will endure:

The importance of kindness.

Patience is an area for growth.

My perspective needs adjusting.

But Ecclesiastes keeps throwing me curve balls.  It’s exciting.  And frustrating.  And encouraging.

"So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work, because that is their lot."

Interesting.

It hasn’t been a pretty couple days.

I know my entire job description is “last” as a mom of young children.  I know that.

I don’t always like it.  I haven’t liked it for these few days at least.

The thing is, if I’m honest, it’s not just "last" that’s the problem.  It’s not being first. 

I long to be first.  I want to be served.

Solomon’s words efficiently cut away the fluff.  Being last IS my work right now.  Not letting my kids take advantage of people or act entitled.  If you know me, you know that business doesn’t fly.

My job is service to a precious pair of humans who need assistance.  They are simply not tall enough to get their own water.  They are struggling to remember to turn off lights and close the door to the backyard.

I have the honor of being the grown hands that replace batteries in magic wands and super glue jewels onto crowns…again.  I have the ability to change diapers for the poop factory that is my son.  Not because he doesn’t feel like it, he can’t.

My job is to be last and my prayer today is that I would enjoy my work because that is my lot.  My precious lot.