Without Love

I was yielding to my husband, after his firm reminder that we couldn’t afford to provide the meal for our small group.  We had agreed that I could contribute one dish each week.   I decided on a chicken salad because I had the needed supplies on hand.   Saturday evening I stood at the kitchen counter, running on empty, going through the motions, preparing a salad without love.  The truths of I Corinthians 13 came to mind.   The salad was a tiny sacrifice, nothing compared to giving my body to be burned.    Nevertheless, any sacrifice made without love profits me nothing.

The following morning as I sipped my cup of coffee and studied the beautiful morning sky, I found myself  praying Matthew West’s song, Motions.  “I don’t want to go through the motions without your all consuming passion inside of me.”

Lord,  my well is dry.  Fill me with your passion once again so that my service is driven by my love for you, by my gratitude to you.   May your love for the others in my life be poured out on them through me.   May my chicken salad nourish souls, as well as bodies.  In Jesus’ name.  Amen.

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