The Bend

I bend to wash, to sweep. I bend to serve.

The back bows and so must the heart.

Today, I am reluctant.

I am weary of this task. This circumstance. This serve.

There. I said it.

I am weary of this bend to serve.

Even to my Master.

Today, I would rather be curled up under blankets reading a novel.

I make the bend anyway. Complete with sighs and reluctance.

And this is what I am learning.

A reluctant bend is still a bend.

A sighing bend is still a bend.

A weeping bend is still a bend.

It matters not the state of my body or emotions when I bend the heart to serve my Lord. It only matters that I bend to serve Him at all.

Even Paul knows it in Acts 20:19 “I served the Lord with great humility and with tears...”

The back bows to serve, to sweep.

The bend to Him, complete.