Labor Day morning, September 2, 1985, I began having contractions. It was about a week early so I wasn’t sure anything would come of them. Since my husband worked at the hospital (washing dishes) I knew he would be there if I needed him. But there was the matter of a two-year old who would need someone to watch over him if I left for the hospital and, how exactly was I planning to get to the hospital without a car?!
This baby girl grew up, married her prince charming, adopted a little boy, and fosters two others, while running her own business. She has repeatedly faced some major challenges in her life but not giving in to self-pity or denial, instead learning from the experiences.
But on that day, September 2, 1985, I labored through after making it to the hospital. Grateful for our very thoughtful pastor’s wife, who brought her daughter to stay with my 2-year old, and drove me to the hospital. My hubby, who was downstairs washing dishes, was quickly informed his wife was in labor and delivery. Hardly 3 hours later, our liberated 7-pound, 1-ounce bundle of independence was delivered almost effortlessly by another doctor while mine was enjoying a Labor Day picnic!
On this day, her day, I’m proud of her sheer determination to work hard at whatever her hand finds to do, and I’m motivated to never stop short of my goals in honoring the Lord with my daily choices whether it’s my food or my faith! They all reside under the same umbrella!
“So whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” –1 Corinthians 10:31, (NIV)
How are you eating and drinking to the glory of God?