Do what you have to do

Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do, even if people don’t understand it and think you’re crazy. Even if people don’t like your style, or they perceive what you do or don’t do as “getting away with something,” you just have to do it. You can’t please people, you couldn’t please them all if you wanted to, but you must please God.

My job is taking care of my husband and my son, and loving those around me, and being a blessing where I can. My job is to do my job, and do it well. My job is to serve God and fulfill my calling. I want God to be pleased with me. It’s nice if other people are too, but I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do.

I needed to stay with a friend while both our husband’s were out-of-town and we were hit with a major snow storm. She doesn’t like to be by herself, so I did what I had to do and we had fun. We cooked, we laughed, we watched kids play in the snow, we stayed warm. I helped her out and she was a blessing to me, as she always is. You do what you have to do.

I was sitting at the kitchen table helping Jax with homework while he was literally standing on his head for me to let him go sledding. He had been out of school for a week for Pete’s sake, but he thought I was torturing him by making him to homework. Needless to say it was 7 degrees outside. 7! Nobody needs to be outside when it’s 7 degrees. Nobody. I wouldn’t make a dog be outside in that. But it was what I had to do. So I did what I had to do.

I braved a two-hour-round-trip to Wal-Mart in insane traffic because for the first time in two weeks, Tulsans had a nice day and they had been cooped up to the point of delusion, and so they hit the road, en masse. I did it because I needed milk and eggs and dog food and coffee. Forget traffic, I needed Keurig coffee K-Cups and they sell them at Wal-Mart, praise God. I did what I had to do.

Get up, get dressed, go do what you have to do. It shouldn’t be a hard choice. Love your family, love the Lord, do your job well, put a smile on your face, go get the job done!


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