To the Glory of God

 December 9, 2022

It’s 11:00 pm and the house is finally quiet again. Most of the day was quiet; Linda and Jess were Christmas shopping, and after my 10:30 two-hour Spanish lesson, I spent the afternoon trimming the fat off about thirty pounds of chicken breasts. Linda got a good deal on a bulk supply, and if there’s anything she hates, it’s handling raw chicken. So I de-fatted it and put it in the refrigerator. Tomorrow she’ll decide how to package it, but today, she didn’t have to handle it. And all day long, it was quiet. 

Until the grandkids start arriving. It’s not as chaotic as it used to be. Abi is married, and she and her sister Alex enjoy being a 30 second walk from each other. Ian is in college, who knows where Izzi is, and Mattie and Nathan had stuff going on. So it was Liza and Gemma for dinner. Jo and Garrett showed up at 9:30, and it was nonstop action till just a few minutes ago. Garrett and Jo have gone home, and it’s just Eliza and Gemma snoozing, with Linda not far behind. I’m the last holdout. 

So why write about things that interests nobody besides ourselves? Simply to say that not every day needs to be packed with mighty works of God. Sometimes it’s enough just to be aware of his presence and obedient to his command to love. Ordinary can be good…very good. “Whatever you do, do all to the glory of God,” St. Paul tells us. So today I practiced my Spanish to the glory of God. I trimmed chicken to the glory of God. Linda and I provided a safe place for our grandkids to gather, talk, and know they are loved…to the glory of God. It wasn’t flashy, the world will not notice, but when something, no matter how small or ordinary is done to the glory of God, he notices. And that’s enough.