A Time to Serve

Lately I have been bounding out of bed and heading for the backyard instead of heading to the guest room where I pray. This is so I can enjoy my work in the gardens and avoid the oppressive heat and humidity of the day. This is the first year I have had a flower garden in addition to a small vegetable garden, and I just love it.

But I love My King even more than my flowers. As I was cleaning up after making a big breakfast for my husband and I this morning, my thoughts went to my Beloved Lord. “I am happiest when I serve You, Lord. I miss serving You.” (My mind was on how I had been so active in ministering in the church and now I am not.)

Suddenly, His love poured over me and He spoke. “When you serve your husband, when you serve your family, you are serving Me.” My yearning heart was filled. Simultaneously, the scripture came to me…

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done [it] unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done [it] unto me. - Matthew 25:40 KJV

The Book of Ecclesiastes speaks of there being a time for everything under heaven. I believe it is time to serve. Yes, we are always to be servants of the Most High, but we are coming into an actual season where the world will see the followers of Yahshua, our Jesus, as true servants of love.

And he sat down, and called the twelve, and saith unto them, If any man desire to be first, [the same] shall be last of all, and servant of all. - Mark 9:35 KJV

Let Us Love to Serve and Serve With Love!

Amazing Grace

While in prayer this morning, I was inspired to go to the book shelf to find William Bradford's Of Plymouth Plantation. The example of the Pilgrims as recorded in this book is very inspiring to me, and with it being our season of Thanksgiving I wanted to read again of them.

I was in wonder at how the healthy ones served those who were close to death:

...There was but six or seven sound persons who to their great commendations, be it spoken, spared no pains night nor day, but with abundance of toil and hazard of their own health, fetched them wood, made them fires, dressed them meat, made their beds, washed their loathsome clothes, clothed and unclothed them. In a word, did all the homely and necessary offices for them which dainty and queasy stomachs cannot endure to hear named; and all this willingly and cheerfully, without any gruding in the least, showing herein their true love unto their friends and brethren; a rare example and worthy to be remembered. (p. 77)

A footnote on page 132 mentions that the Pilgrims never had a regular fall Thanksgiving Day. However, a law written on November 1, 1636, allowed the Governor and Assistants "to command solemn days of humiliation by fasting, etc., and also for thanksgiving as occasion shall be offered."

One of these particularly solemn days is recorded in a section entitled "More Semi-Starvation".
It records their pains to put in a great crop of corn only to see it wither in drought:

Yet at length it began to languish sore, and some of the drier grounds were parched like withered hay, part whereof was never recovered. Upon which they set apart a solemn day of humiliation, to seek the Lord by humble and fervent prayer, in this great distress. And He was pleased to give them a gracious and speedy answer...It came without either wind or thunder or any violence, and by degrees in that abundance as that the earth was thoroughly wet and soaked...which did so apparently revive and quicken the decayed corn and other fruits, as was wonderful to see, and made the Indians astonished to behold.

And afterwards the Lord sent them such seasonable showers, with interchange of fair warm weather as, through His blessing, caused a fruitful and liberal harvest, to their no small comfort and rejoicing. For which mercy, in time convenient, they also set apart a day of thanksgiving. (pp. 131-132)


Oh God! How amazing is Your grace! That You heard the humble prayers of our forefathers and sent the rain. Without You we are nothing!