Doing What God Wants Us to Do
Author Unknown from issue 20

“And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived, fell into transgression.” 1 Timothy 2:14

Mary was studying her Bible quietly at her desk. A still, small voice began to speak to her.
“Mary?”
“Yes, LORD?” Mary had been walking with the LORD and recognized His still, small voice.
Especially His Word.
“Mary, what if I was to ask you to go to work for Me.”
“Oh, yes, LORD.” Mary answered anxiously. “To France, perhaps?” as she gazed at the
globe on her desk, pointing a finger decidedly on Paris.
“Mary, what if I was to ask you to go to work for Me in an obscure place.”
“Ah, yes, LORD.” Mary sat dreaming while moving her finger down a bit. “Africa.
The jungle…” Her mind wandered to the missionary stories she had read, “perhaps
where Elisabeth Elliot worked.”
“Mary, what if I was to ask you to work for Me in an even more obscure place.”
“Hmmmm… even more obscure. South America, LORD? Or innermost China?
Or perhaps Indonesia? Is that what you mean LORD?”
“Mary, what if I was to ask you to work for Me in a home.”
“Ah, now I understand, LORD. A home for handicapped kids.”
“Mary, what if I was to ask you to work for Me in an obscure home.”
“An obscure home? Perhaps a home for orphaned children in Mexico or South America?”
“Mary, what if I was to ask you to work for Me in you own obscure home?”
“Here, LORD? Here?! All I do here is scrub, vacuum, wipe noses, wash clothes, sing
lullabies, pray with toddlers, change diapers, cook meal after meal, sweep and dust,
stretch one income, mop and mop; oh, and then over and over the very same thing again.
Sometimes more in one day than I can count. This can’t be the obscure home You mean,
LORD!”
“Yes, Mary. This is the home. Will you do it for Me? For when you do it for the least of
these, you do it for Me. Will you do it for Me, Mary?”
Big sigh. “No one is going to notice it, LORD. Not even the ones I am doing it for.
None of them really even care, LORD. Everything I do, they undo. And then I have to
do it all over again. Don’t you think Paris is kind of obscure?”
Big Smile. “Mary, I have chosen you especially for this work in this specific place. I have
Leaders and Warriors being raised here. I have wives of Leaders and Warriors being raised
here. Will you wipe these noses for me, Mary? Will you bring them up in the nurture and
admonition of the LORD, Mary? Some day I may send them out to places like China,
Indonesia, South America, Mexico, and yes, perhaps even Paris. Will you do this for Me,
Mary, in this obscure home of yours?”
Spinning the globe gently, Mary bowed her head, “Yes, I will, LORD. Yes, I will.”
“I’ll do it through you, Mary. Keep coming to Me for your strength. It is a very big job
raising My Warriors and My Wives of Warriors; but I will walk you through it every step of
the way.”
Mary thought of her namesake, the mother of Jesus, raising her LORD and Savior in her
own obscure home. “You are too awesome for me, LORD. You are too awesome for me.”
Mary said, as she bent to kiss The Word.~