I can still recall my tween-age days when my older sister, Rocky, and I would be in our room practicing for a duet “special” we would do on an upcoming Sunday morning service at church. Amy Grant, Sandi Patti, Crystal Lewis, the late 80’s and 90’s great contemporary Christian songs, how we loved their songs and we loved to sing their songs. As much as we loved the Lord and loved singing, we’d find ourselves clashing at some point. It never failed. Every single time some disagreement would arise regarding who was singing what line, or how we should do it. Then one of us would raise our voices or storm out, run and tell mom and dad that, “We don’t want to sing on Sunday anymore! She’s not listening to me. She’s not letting me sing the line I want to sing!” I recall my parents’ reaction every single time. It went something like, “Mijas (my little daughters), you aren’t singing for each other or other people, you are doing it unto the Lord. Go back and keep practicing. You’ll do great, it will be awesome.”
You know what? They were right. It was a blessing every time. God would use our songs to touch hearts and glorify Him. The immediate release and relief we felt after was so rewarding because we knew God heard us. Wow, good times! You know I experience this process as a grown up to this day. I was just reminded of it when I felt like I “hit a wall” so to speak with my job. I raise money for an amazing organization. Essentially, I am the bridge between a donor and the field (which includes those who are in need of the basics of life). I pretty much get paid for praying with, talking to, and building relationships with people. Really, I get paid to be me.
The Bible says in Colossians 3:23-24, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.” Sometimes I don’t see eye to eye with my colleagues, superiors, and those I serve. The wall I hit leaves me silently angry and I want to run to mom and dad and say, “I don’t want to do it anymore. They aren’t listening to me. They’re not doing it my way!” My Heavenly Father gently reminds me of my parents’ encouragement, which really is encouragement straight from the word of God. So here I go back to my desk, back to the phone knowing full well that I don’t do this work just for a paycheck. I work as unto the Lord, and in Him I find my reward.