Doing Laundry for the Advancement of the Kingdom

I've spent a lot of time thinking over idle things lately. (I'm only sharing this so I can look back at it later, fyi) Things that have no significant value whatsoever. No long term convictions behind them, no profound thoughts, just useless dreaming.

And then when something didn't go my way, I realized how pointlessly I had been dreaming. I determined to stop, and promptly did. But then I had a void. Later that day the Lord had me reading some articles and watching a movie that was about doing great things for God-- however hard they may be. And that He actually calls us to do difficult things. My mind started racing with great movements I could start, coin drives I could run, things I could do for Him.

The mediocre task of laundry pulled me away from these pointless dreams again. Yes, they were dreams of glorifying, of changing. But they aren't enough. I thought of the motto of The Rebeloution blog: Do Hard Things. I remembered another article I had read saying that sometimes the hardest things are the simplest things. Standing there folding laundry was not an easy thing for me at that moment. There were a million other things I wished I could have been doing (even digging in the frozen garden!) rather than laundry. But the Lord showed me that this- standing in the cold basement in my bare feet folding laundry in the midst of chaos, hearing my name yelled from upstairs- is my what I can do to make an impact on the world. By being faithful in the little things, I can be faithful in much. Self-government through His grace and all that.
I started singing My Father's Eyes, and it brought peace to my heart that I don't have to be in the spotlight of world-changers to do great things for God.

I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world
But thats alright as long as I can have one wish, I pray
When people look inside my life, I wanna hear them say
She's got her Father's eyes
Her Father's eyes
Eyes that find the good in things
When good is not around
Eyes that find the source of help, when help just can't be found
Eyes full of compassion, seein' every pain
Knowing what you're going through, and feelin' it the same
Just like my Father's eyes my Father's eyes my Father's eyes
Just like my father's eyes
On that day when we will pay for all the deeds we've done
Good and bad they'll all be had to see by everyone
And when you're called to stand and tell just what you saw in me
More than anything I know, I want your words to be
She had her Father's eyes, her Father's eyes
Eyes that found the good in things when good was not around; eyes that found the source of help when help would not be found
Eyes full of compassion, seein' every pain
Knowin' what you're goin' through and feelin it the same
Just like my Father's eyes, My Father's eyes, my Father's eyes,

But above people just looking into my life, I want my Heavenly Father to look at my life and see His own redeeming power. I'm praying that He'll fill the void left by stopping useless dreaming with a passion for laundry-- for doing the mediocre things for His honor and glory.