The Spirit lives in you.
New to my church, I volunteered to help clean the fellowship area one morning. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor—the door propped open— when two other volunteers walked by. Instantly I felt the desire for recognition. I wanted them to know what a good job I was doing. “Why does my ego have to rear its head, God?” I asked.
“Human nature,” God replied.
“It makes me feel needy,” I said and frowned.
“If you stand firm in my Spirit you won’t need anyone to tell you that you are good or worthy,” God explained. “You’ll know that you are.”
A stubborn stain on the floor caught my attention and I put more effort into scrubbing. “Thank you for your service,” God said.
I smiled. “Thanks for saying. As long as you’re happy with my efforts in life, it doesn’t matter what other’s think.”
“Let my love be enough for you,” God said softly.
“I’ll do my best,” I replied.
“That’s all you can do,” God said, and gave my head a sweet pat. “Oh, and you missed a spot over there,” He said and pointed.
“I did?” I asked.
“Just kidding. Come on, let’s go get a muffin and some tea when you are done,” He invited.
“Let me put my supplies away and you’re on!” I closed the bathroom door and God took my latex-gloved hand in His and we walked down the hall together.