The Portion of my Inheritance

I have asked of my Lord. “What does a servant really look like?”

And He has shown me, throughout the globe, His people, working together. Stretched out across oceans and back again.

And it comes in the form of the unexpected, the lowliest places that most would not tread. But His servants willing do that which is not appealing to most.

It looks like a late night plunging of a stopped up commode.

Or in the early morning, way before anyone has stirred, to make sure the coffee is made and breakfast is ready.

It looks like the complete taking care of the needs of others, overlooking the comforts of self.

It looks like leaving your own comfortable bed and sleeping on a expandable chair that collapses at every move.

Or putting your life on hold while you drive, cater to and spend long endless days, early morning til late night serving, and then, serving some more.

The supplying of the daily needs, even before the need was there, it was met, abundantly above what was required.

It looks like the daily activities that leave you exhausted and drained beyond imagination, and then going further beyond the appointed distance.

It is a going beyond the physical needs and serving just to delight. A trait of the Father I suspect.

A sharing of your life, your family, your home and everything that you love and hold dear.

But it is sometimes hard to tell. The behind the scenes are kept in the shadows and there are always so many that it is impossible to know what all is involved to make things happen.

For some, the knowing of Matthew 3:30 has become life, for they have decreased while He has increased. And they do not ask for acknowledgment, nor for some, will they ever get it. Not from the voice of man anyways. But only from the One who sees all. He will not forget.

It is beautiful. And they are beautiful. And He has made all things beautiful.

And it falls upon a grateful heart.

Thank you to my dear Hungarian friends.

They continue this day according to Your ordinances, For all are Your servants.  Psalm 119:91