Each day as a nurse I was working for the Lord. I made a point to ask Him each morning to go before me and set up the assignment I would have for the day. I opened my mind to His voice in caring for my patients, and I prayed for and with my patients after asking them. My last day at work a supervisor had witnessed me praying and holding hands with a family. The supervisor had later hugged me, told me how much I was appreciated and hinted to me about staying on at the hospital long term. The patient’s wife had cried tears of joy, told me how I shined a light of the Lord and prayed for God to continue to use me in patient care.
Each day as a wife I worked for the Lord. I supported my husband in God’s call for His life, and I prayed for him without ceasing.
Waiting for a vision from the Lord can be difficult, but this morning I was reminded that we can be walking in a part of God’s ministry calling for our life without even realizing it. While He might have something in the future that more readily met the standard, expected definition of ministry, that didn’t mean we weren’t in ministry now. Every interaction we had with a stranger, every kind word we spoke, tithe we gave, lesson we taught our children, or prayer of intercession for another we prayed was an important part of the life ministry God had for us. It all mattered, and that was an eye-opening, humbling thought of the part my everyday mundane played in God’s kingdom.
