It may seem strange to see a vase full of sticks. I smile every time I see them. “Look mama, I have a present for you!” he says as his little face beams with pride. He always saves his best sticks for me.
My little man is forever collecting and playing with sticks. If we are out hiking and exploring, he is wants to stop and examine each stick. He searches every last corner of the yard until he finds the perfect ones. He carefully reviews each one. Then, after he is sure he has found the best one, he brings it to me. As if it were the most beautiful thing in the world. Proudly and joyfully he gives.
The last couple days, as I see this vase filled with sticks, I can’t help but wonder if I do the same. Do I give my best to my family? Not in things; but of myself? With parenthood its easy to get into a routine. I tend to look past the ordinary moments. (Like sticks in a vase.) I don’t want to look past the ordinary and miss how lovely the ordinary can be. To miss the opportunity to give my best to them.
Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.
I think I’ll keep this vase around a little longer. To remind me to give them my very best. A reminder to have that childlike faith and give my very best to my Jesus. Just like a child who has carefully chosen the very best sticks not for himself but for others. He gives it away. He gives with such joy. I want to give my very best “sticks”. Joyfully. Without strings attached. Purely out of love.