Recently, I’ve had myself a little pity party. Have you ever had one of those? I’m not proud to admit it, but I was certainly having a low moment, wallowing there in the pit of pity.
My part-time job at school as a Pre-K assistant had started back, and I was back to juggling all of those hats I wear. One of those hats is Christian author. I was called into a writing ministry about five years ago. Now, I had been writing way before then, but the definite call from God came about five years ago.
In the hustle and busyness of work and being a pastor’s wife, I was struggling to fit anything else in, including, you guessed it, my writing. That’s when I started the slow decent into that pit. I began to wonder if my writing was truly making a difference. I certainly haven’t seen any big royalty checks come to my mailbox. Would anyone even notice if I didn’t write another thing?
The answer to all my questions came one Sunday morning. A dear sister in Christ rose from her seat and walked behind the pulpit like she has done many times before. I always love to hear her sing. She prefaced her song by saying, “When the music leader asked me to sing, I knew exactly what I was supposed to sing, but I kept searching and considering other songs. I even brought the music for a song that I planned to ask the music minister to play, but he went the other direction before I could ask. So I’m going to sing the song I know I was meant to sing from the beginning.”
She then sang the following lyrics acappella.
- In the harvest field now ripened
There’s a work for all to do;
Hark! the voice of God is calling,
To the harvest calling you.
Little is much when God is in it!
Labor not for wealth or fame;
There’s a crown, and you can win it,
If you go in Jesus’ name.
- In the mad rush of the broad way,
In the hurry and the strife,
Tell of Jesus’ love and mercy,
Give to them the Word of Life.
- Does the place you’re called to labor
Seem so small and little known?
It is great if God is in it,
And He’ll not forget His own.
- Are you laid aside from service,
Body worn from toil and care?
You can still be in the battle,
In the sacred place of prayer.
- When the conflict here is ended
And our race on earth is run,
He will say, if we are faithful,
“Welcome home, My child—well done!”
I found these lyrics online and they are attributed to Kittie L. Suffield (1924).
As my dear friend sang this song, I cried. I couldn’t help it. These words were for me. In fact, I found the soloist later, hugged her, and told her, “that was for me.” She smiled, squeezed my hand, and said, “thank you.”
My sweet readers, I felt, just as my friend did that day, compelled to share this with you. Maybe you need reminding like I did that little is much when God is in it.
So I’ll complete my spiral into the pit of a pity party story by saying that I let God pull me out and back onto higher ground. Even in the mad rush with my body worn and my efforts seeming so small, I have to see from God’s perspective. I have to give Him my offerings of writing. He is the one to make something little become much. I have to continue to go (write) in Jesus’ name.