A distinct memory is ingrained in my mind of one of my worst seasons of pain. I remember that it was November and my husband was going through an important time at work. He was completing a difficult and intense several weeks of training that would hopefully lead to a promotion. I was in one of the worst pain flare-ups of my life and each day was a struggle to survive.
I remember considering how I could support my husband through his training, and the only thing I felt physically capable of doing was to make him lunch every day so he would have one less thing to worry about. Every day I made three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
My life was reduced to bare minimum mode plus this one extra task each day. Making these sandwiches took me multiple times getting off the couch with rests in between to get it done. I would get up and take everything out of the fridge. Rest. Put the peanut butter on. Rest. Jelly. Rest. Sandwiches into sandwich bags. Rest. Put everything away. Long rest.
I share this story, not because it fills me with pride to remember how I served the best I could in the worst of times, and definitely not because I like people to know how rock bottom I have reached, I share this story because I think back on this time feeling shame, inadequacy and failure. I share this story because I wonder if you feel this way too, as you serve in small ways, feeling like it is nothing.
Jesus speaks encouraging words to us when our acts of service feel insignificant and unneeded. In the gospel of Luke, we find the story of the widow’s mite.
“As Jesus looked up, he saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. ‘Truly I tell you,’ he said, ‘this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.’” Luke 21:1-4 NIV
Jesus looked at the widow’s small offering and saw anything but insignificance. He was greatly pleased with her sacrifice, despite the small quantity she had to give. Contrary to the ways of this world, Jesus sees service as an act of sacrifice, not a competition to see who can give the most. Just as the widow gave out of a poverty of financial ruin, in the same way, those who live with debilitating chronic pain give out of a poverty of health.
When unloading the dishwasher is the Mt. Everest you climb every day.
When you play with your kids even though it hurts.
When your daily commute is the daily cross you bear.
When all you have to contribute is a kind word, a listening ear or a smile…
When we give out of what we have, no matter how small, it is greatly pleasing to the Lord. Jesus looks on these sacrifices and says, “You have done more than all of those who give out of abundance.”
ESTHER SMITH is a counselor, writer and blogger who lives in Maryland with her husband. She blogs about life, faith and chronic pain at lifeinslowmotionblog.com.
This excerpt was taken from But God, Wouldn’t I Be More Useful to You If I Were Healthy? In this first booklet in the Chronic Pain and the Christian Life series, explore what it looks like to live a life of work, service and rest even when the pain doesn’t go away. You can find it on Amazon.com in print, Kindle and audio formats.