"Abby!" Abby kept on reading. "Abby, Abby, Abby!" The little hand on her knee became more insistent.
"What do you want?" She mumbled, still looking at her book.
"I...I got a poblem." Abby finally unglued herself from her book and looked at the youngster. He was standing there with his legs together holding on to the top of his very full shorts.
Diapers... ugh! Abby thought as she settled back down into her book.
"Abby!"The little hand thumped her knee again.
"Go see Mommy, she's in the kitchen." The toddler turned to go, waddling in his uncomfortably droopy drawers. Abby, already back in the wonderful world of books, didn't care. In the kitchen, Hannah took the dish cloth from her mother. Moving quickly and methodically she wiped the dishes dry, stacked and put them away, and whisked her cloth across the counter; being sure to scrub the sticky spots. Ryan came in, his problem very evident. "Nanna, I got a poblem! Where's Mommy?" "She's feeding the baby..." Hannah looked at the mess of pans on the stove and the broom in the corner. "Go find Ginnie, she'll fix it." Hannah turned away. It was Ginnie's problem, Ginnie was Ryan's partner after all, besides she was just too busy.
Ryan turned to go. "Ryan! Ry!.. Oh, theres my partner. I need your help! Ginnie came flying around the corner into the kitchen. Quickly, but carefully she scooped up the little man in her arms so he wouldn't have to waddle and headed for the bathroom. As Ginnie walked past and disappeared around another corner, Abby heard Ryan giggle and squeal. Ginnies' soft voice could be heard as they excitedly planned all the fun they would have pulling the covers up on their beds and washing the mirrors in the bathroom. "Why don't they ever like to be with me?" Abby wondered. But not for too long for she was lost in the last chapter of her book. Which one are you?
All to many times I am "Abby." I ignore obvious needs, just because I know one of my capable sisters or my wonderful mother will take care of them if I don't, but is this the attitude that Jesus demonstrated while He was here on earth?
"So when He had washed their feet, taken His garments, and sat down again, He said to them, 'Do you know what I have done to you? You call Me Teacher and Lord, and you say well, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have given you an example, that you should do as I have done to you. Most assuredly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master; nor is he who is sent greater than he who sent him. If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them.'" John 13:12-17 NKJV
Thank you BethMarie,
"What do you want?" She mumbled, still looking at her book.
"I...I got a poblem." Abby finally unglued herself from her book and looked at the youngster. He was standing there with his legs together holding on to the top of his very full shorts.
Diapers... ugh! Abby thought as she settled back down into her book.
"Abby!"The little hand thumped her knee again.
"Go see Mommy, she's in the kitchen." The toddler turned to go, waddling in his uncomfortably droopy drawers. Abby, already back in the wonderful world of books, didn't care. In the kitchen, Hannah took the dish cloth from her mother. Moving quickly and methodically she wiped the dishes dry, stacked and put them away, and whisked her cloth across the counter; being sure to scrub the sticky spots. Ryan came in, his problem very evident. "Nanna, I got a poblem! Where's Mommy?" "She's feeding the baby..." Hannah looked at the mess of pans on the stove and the broom in the corner. "Go find Ginnie, she'll fix it." Hannah turned away. It was Ginnie's problem, Ginnie was Ryan's partner after all, besides she was just too busy.
Ryan turned to go. "Ryan! Ry!.. Oh, theres my partner. I need your help! Ginnie came flying around the corner into the kitchen. Quickly, but carefully she scooped up the little man in her arms so he wouldn't have to waddle and headed for the bathroom. As Ginnie walked past and disappeared around another corner, Abby heard Ryan giggle and squeal. Ginnies' soft voice could be heard as they excitedly planned all the fun they would have pulling the covers up on their beds and washing the mirrors in the bathroom. "Why don't they ever like to be with me?" Abby wondered. But not for too long for she was lost in the last chapter of her book. Which one are you?
All to many times I am "Abby." I ignore obvious needs, just because I know one of my capable sisters or my wonderful mother will take care of them if I don't, but is this the attitude that Jesus demonstrated while He was here on earth?
"So when He had washed their feet, taken His garments, and sat down again, He said to them, 'Do you know what I have done to you? You call Me Teacher and Lord, and you say well, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have given you an example, that you should do as I have done to you. Most assuredly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master; nor is he who is sent greater than he who sent him. If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them.'" John 13:12-17 NKJV
Thank you BethMarie,
What a great reminder! It is so easy to become an "Abby"!
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Hi Beth Marie,
ReplyDeleteI just read the poem posted by Rebecca on May 28, and then read the story you posted and it is just as good! So often I'm an "Abby" and I have to ask my heavenly Father to help me to see and treat everyone as if they were Him. He was the perfect example of the servant that I should be striving to be. Thank you for sharing this story. It was a good reminder!
In Him,
Devin