Since entering that stage of life where kids call me mamawl, I’ve put on some weight. As a hefty non-dressy grandma, it’s really difficult to find clothes that look good….or should I say, look good ON me.
Fashion pros say that there are certain styles and prints that I can wear that will make me look thinner.
Unfortunately, these garments don’t change my physical dimensions; they only draw attention away from the obvious.
However, the Word tells me that there is a garment that I can wear that does change me; the garment of a servant. Like any other garment, I must choose to put it on.
Once I choose to put on my servant garment, my concern is for the needs of others instead of my own personal needs. Sometimes, wearing my servant garment brings no acknowledgement for hard work. (Luke 17:7-10)
This is ok because I don’t wear the garment of a slave; a slave has no choice. The servant’s garment is put on voluntarily. When I put on the servant garment it is in full knowledge that much is required; often with little recognition.
Lots of people make much ado about wanting to be a servant. But they don’t understand it isn’t something God makes you into; it is something you choose to do.
Scripture says that when we do choose to be servants we choose a better way. However, once we are servants; we no longer pay attention to our status. We want only to please our Lord.
Matthew 23: 11-12 The greatest among you will be your servant. For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.