Writing lists. Managing tasks. Crossing off items completed. I admit it – I love this stuff! Surely there are a few of my fellow type-A folks out there? It reminds me of our dear “older brother”.
All sheep accounted for? Check.
Tasks delegated to hired men? Check.
Report on livestock to Dad? Check.
The older brother was head down, nose to the grindstone, gritting his teeth, and duty bound. He was determined to do the right thing! I am a big believer in duty. It has become a bit of an old-fashioned word in our society, but there is often a clear call to do our duty, regardless of our feelings.
I wonder, though, if we can become so consumed with our duties that we forget to pause and bask in the love of our Father. He is our Creator. He created us to work. We are happier when we are purposeful, but we are joyful when we reflect on the irrepressible love of a God who numbers the hairs on our heads.
My Father knows the tasks that I have planned to cross off of my list today. He just wants me to look up from my bustling about and remember that He loves me to the core and that He gave me all that I truly need. He gave me His Son.
Kathleen Tatro
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