I started singing in the church choir this year and we had our Christmas concert on Sunday morning and again on Monday evening. My family attended on Sunday, but not on Monday. I told several friends about the concert, but for many reasons, they were also unable to attend the concert on Monday night. So as I am looking out over the crowd and not seeing faces I had hoped for, the pity party began. You know the one. "All those plays, concerts, and games I go to and my kids won't go to 2 concerts for me. Nobody cares enough to come to MY concert! blah, blah, blah". Did I mention my husband asked if Iwanted him to come, but I said, "No. It's fine. You don't have to come, no big deal."?
So then that voice in my heart reminds me I started singing in the choir because I enjoy it and I wanted to participate for years. Also, the music is beautiful (I could listen to that Irish pipe for hours!) and there was a nice crowd including some other people I knew. Most importantly, God was there and I needed to sing the best I could if only for an audience of One.
Isn't that a picture of what mothering looks like most of the time? Picking up crumbs, cleaning toilets, cooking dinner, driving kids to and from activities day after day with little to no recognition, let alone thank you. After all, that is my job as a mom, right?
No matter how many times we recognize something in our head, sometimes our hearts have to be reminded that whatever we do: singing, writing or mothering, we are to do it for God. We are to be obedient to what He wants of ut and He sees what we do and loves us. He is the Ultimate Audience of One.
