We are eight children, six adults, many bags of little toys, crafts, snacks and a willingness to do some good. Twelve empty shoeboxes being filled for delivery to children throughout the world. We run out of shoeboxes before we run out of little toys and crafts. Two parents drive to the shoe store up the corner to get more boxes. Sixteen shoeboxes full. Full indeed.
I am taking the week off with my kids. Sitting on couch watching C.S. Lewis’ Prince Caspian. I get up to get my feverish daughter something to eat. Cleaning up along the way. Picking up the media package that reminds me each year to fill shoeboxes, and the tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I am partly sad because of the world we have delivered to our creator. Partly sad because of my heart’s cry to do more to change our world. Partly sad that we are so broken as a people.
I am overwhelmed in the kitchen. Pouring into my kids this morning. Attempting to pour into the world with the causes we support and volunteer work we do. Thinking how both are intentional and sacrificial, but miniscule in comparison to the need. Overwhelmed by the work to be done for His glory. As His hands and feet. He meets me there in the kitchen. The big and small work together for My good. Calm your aching heart for I have overcome the world. Part of me stops there. For I have overcome the world. I have never understood this remedy to the human struggle. We are burdened to do His work and should. But He has already overcome the world. He has won the battles of this world and taken my human struggles with Him to the cross where He declared victory for me. I am full indeed.
The burden I am experiencing falls off my shoulders. He gives me zeal to continue to pour into my kids. Zeal to continue to pour into the world. There is not one lost effort to save or love in His name. There is not one empty or void act when done for His glory. Small acts are not welcomed in and of themselves. They are received in cargo containers to be worked together for His good.
In His hands, small acts are yeasted up to rise like dough – – double and triple their original size. Small acts become full acts when worked in His hands. The movie ends and my tears continue to fall for the love of my children. I look into my older boy’s eyes and tell him No matter what happens in your life, do not be afraid because you have Jesus in your heart. I pause. And when you get to the very end of your life, do not be afraid. Take Christ’s hand and let him lead you into eternity. He stares back and wraps his sweetie-boy arms around me. Full indeed.