serving ... who?

I was rather resentfully (I admit it!) driving to the shops yesterday to pick up something for my husband, when it occurred to me that there's a different way to look at things.

When I serve Steve, ultimately I'm serving Jesus. And I'd drive all the way around the world for Jesus if he asked me too.

Which brought so much joy to my service that I followed it up by making Steve lunch (something which I do far more rarely than I could) and made both of us happy!

image is from rachel_titiriga at flickr