Read this yesterday morning... pretty much knocked me between the eyeballs... one of those needed reminders, yet one that is also painful to receive... sort of makes you analyze things.
The real test of the saint is not preaching the gospel, but washing disciples' feet, that is, doing the things that do not count in the actual estimate of men but count everything in the estimate of God. Paul delighted to spend himself out for God's interests in other people, and he did not care what it cost. We come in with our economical notions - "Suppose God wants me to go there - what about the salary? What about the climate? How shall I be looked after? A man must consider these things." All that is an indication that we are serving God with a reserve. The apostle Paul had no reserve. Paul focuses Jesus Christ's idea of a New Testament saint in his life, not one who proclaims the Gospel merely, but one who becomes broken bread and poured out wine in the hands of Jesus Christ for other lives. [ Source: Oswald Chambers ]
Last Sunday morning, while at a hotel in Atlanta, we were getting ready for the day when Summer picked up the phone in our room and struck up a conversation. Nicol heard her but thought she was just playing around, talking to another imaginary friend. "I'd like to order a pizza please." And then, "Do you have any Froot Loops?" And, finally, "Yes, she's right here." and she proceeded to hand the phone to Nicol. Somehow, she had managed to find the front desk call button and was actually talking to one of the ladies there, who understandably asked, "Is your mommy there?" So Nicol had to explain everything to the woman. But that's not all. A few minutes later Summer got back on the phone and called the front desk again, this time saying, "I'd like to talk to Lilly and Lise please." (Lilly and Lise are her cousins in Maine who, of course, were not available in the lobby!)
Later that day, we drove to Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson Airport to catch a flight. I dropped off Nicol and Summer at check-in and went to park the car. When they got to the counter, Summer stepped up onto the baggage scale. Nicol noticed the agent suddenly begin to laugh out loud. Assuming Summer had said something, Nicol asked the agent what happened. The woman said she asked Summer how old she was, to which Summer replied, "I'm gonna be 3 in May." Guess the agent wasn't expecting that answer. Yep... she's 3 all right... going on 23!
Until another time, see ya later alligator... or, as Summer said the other day, "Adiós alligator!" :-)