i discovered a freckle on the top of my foot that i never knew i had. wierd.
often, when my parents ask me to make dinner at the last minute (say, 5 minutes after i’ve walked in the door from work), my initial feeling is, i don’t feel like making dinner. i’d rather relax and have dinner made for me. and of course, the Holy Spirit starts talking and kicking my conscience saying, “that is very selfish thinking andrea. are you putting others’ needs above your own? are you considering others as better than yourself? are you seeking to serve Christ and emulate his serving example, or are you living for yourself and seeking to please andrea?” so i make dinner. and almost every time, God, in His kindness, brings such JOY to my heart. not only joy in servine, but joy in the actual act of cooking! almost every time i think what was i thinking? i LOVE making dinner! silly me. i’m so glad we have the Holy Spirit, who not only convicts my heart and helps to direct my eyes outward and upward, but also does not allow my actions to be always dictated by my feelings.