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This One Thing

This morning I read through Ecclesiastes. I'm not sure what I was looking for but it came to mind and I read it. While several things stood out to me, I guess I found what I was looking for in the last few verses of the book.

During his final thoughts, the king said this, Here is my final conclusion: fear God and obey His commands, for this is the duty of every person. (Ecclesiastes 12:13 NLT) I began to think about what that meant for me in my situation. As caregivers, it can feel like life played us a harsh hand. But, we are still in the game.

There's a lot on our plate from the time we wake up until the time we go to bed. Many times there's no sleep due to duties during the nighttime hours as well. I have felt bad because I couldn't be "as faithful" to the church as I was in days BC. (Before Caregiving) It's easy to feel pressured to measure up to what others think and often I feel like I don't do enough. Maybe that's why this scripture spoke to me this morning. My duty is simply to fear God and to serve Him no matter what type of hand life deals. Regardless of what's on my plate today - I need to do everything to His glory. Remember Colossians 3:17 tells us: no matter what you do or say, let it be as a representative of the Lord Jesus..(NLT)

Today, I can take the pressure off myself and I hope you can do the same. We don't have to measure up to any religious creed. We don't have to do anything but fear Him and serve Him no matter what our circumstances. I'll turn my thoughts today to simply pleasing Him. I can dedicate this day to Him and serve my loved one in a way that glorifies Him. I'll rest in the truth that it is enough and He is pleased. Will you join me?

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