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Monday, January 29, 2007
What can i do for God?
Mark 14:8-9
“She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body before-hand to prepare for my burial. I tell you the truth, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”

“Mom, did you see the posters Jim drew for Vacation Bible School (VBS)?” Gina asked as she helped her mother weed the flower beds. “They are really cool! And Tara’s good at explaining things, so she’s going to be a teacher’s assistant in Aunt Renee’s class. But me! I can’t do anything except croak a bit for the song time and play dumb games with the kids.”

“Singing and games are an important part of VBS,” mom said, “and you don’t croak. You sing very well.”
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Gina sighed. “I bet God won’t be impressed with what I have to offer,” she said.

From little Billy, who was hurrying across the lawn towards them, “me made a present for mommy!” Billy called. His soil-stained hands clutched a small pot half filled with sand. Billy had struck a pink flower and a handful of leaves into the sand. Gina grinned.

Mom watched Billy run toward them with a huge smile on his face. She turned to Gina. “It’s a stupid present, isn’t it?” she asked solemnly. “That old pot he used is cracked and dirty. The flower is faded and those leaves are all withered. He should have brought me roses from florist.”

Gina looked horrified. “Mom!” she protested. “Where would he get them? He’s only three, and he made that because he loves you so much!”

Mom smiled. You are quite right. She agreed. “Actually, I love Billy’s gift, even if it’s not perfect. And honey, when we offer gifts to God with real love in our hearts, don’t you think he accepts them in much the same way, even if they’re not perfect?”

“You mean like my singing and playing with the kids?” Gina asked. Mom nodded as she bent down and took the flower pot Billy offered. “Thank you, Billy Boy.” She cried. I’ll put this right in the middle of our dining room table. She gave him a hug and then turned back to Gina. “I’m glad Billy did what he could. That’s what God wants us to do, too.

1 Peter 4:10
“God has given gifts to each of you from his great variety of spiritual gifts. Manage them well so that God’s generosity can flow through you.”

Michelle

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