...whatsoever you do to the least of my people...
Yesterday while sitting in church I got an image in my mind that I havn't been able to shake ever since. I thought I'd share it in case anyone is reading. When I was a little Mandy, we're talking 6-7 years old, I got the biggest thrill of helping my mother with the household chores. Whatever she did, I wanted to do as well. She taught me how to take care of a household and keep things running. Particularly though, I loved ironing. I would spent countless moments making sure the seams on my fathers shirts were prefectly pressed and his handkercheifs were perfectly symmetrical. I remember my mom telling me to fold them in half and iron the crease to make little "sailboats." I wanted them to be perfect so that when he got home from work, he would see the work I'd done. It was my little girl way of showing my dad that I loved him.
In a metaphoric way, I've been ironing handkercheifs for people ever since. Although my dad is out of my life now, I've still got a heavenly Father that I want to make proud and do good things for. I try to be as much of a help as I can to those around me so that God can see how neat my creases are. Although I miss the simplicity and immediate joy of having my dad hug me when I'd done a good job, I can look forward to the eternal hug I'll get when my real Father embraces me and says, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
I want to dedicate this entry to the way things used to be between my father. We really had some good times...I'm still smiling.