|Flower Girl drops her rose petals|
image courtesy photobucket.com
Often as a very young child, I would sit with my mother on the piano bench as she played the hymns at the Exeter Assembly of God church. If the evening service was long, she would place a quilt under the front pew for me to take a nap.
There were times when mother would have me go up front on the platform and sing, “Yes Jesus Loves me,” for the enjoyment of the congregation. Although I was shy most of the time, singing for the people was something both I and they enjoyed.
One of the young ladies at the church was planning a wedding, and asked my mother if I could be the flower girl. Mother said that could be arranged, and she would sew me a pretty dress.
The lady gave mother some material and with her old treadle Singer machine, my mother made me a lovely dress to wear in the wedding.
Practice for the wedding was simple. The lady told me all I had to do was walk down the aisle to the frong and then stand (very still) while the preacher performed the ceremony.
The day of the wedding the lady gave me a pretty basket to carry that looked similar to an Easter Basket and inside there were rose petals. She informed me that I must drop small handfuls of the petals in the aisle, and to keep walking.
As I concentrated on doing this right, and being so I carefull while dropping petals along the way, I walked very slow. Actually I was so concerned in doing a good job, that I stopped several times to view my work.
The lady whispered, “You are doing great. Just keep walking - - you have scattered enough roses now.”
I was so proud that I could do a good job for the lady, and mother was happy too.
When it comes to doing work for the Lord, we should take some pride at least in doing well. Not the sort of proud that causes one to become puffed up and haughty, but one that gives satisfaction and pleasure in accomplishment. This is well pleasing to God also.
Matthew 17:5 While he yet spoke, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them: and behold a voice out of the cloud, which said, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased; hear ye him.
God was always pleased with Jesus and my desire is that He be delighted with me!
How about you, are you seeking to satisfy the Lord?
This post has been entered at Hazel's: Tell Me a True Story
At the Well Spring’s Play Dates With GodAnd at Joan Davis’s Sharing His Beauty