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Worthy is the Lamb who was slain.

Both kids sick, snot everywhere, suctioning and wiping noses around the clock, less sleep for all, diaper hygiene issues with Cub (I’ll leave it at that), and all the minutiae grating at me.  I was in a terrible mood.

Yesterday was a particular low.  I was griping in my heart all day.  I was too harsh with Cub.  Tending to Pup was total drudgery.  Really, here I had children and a husband and a warm home … and I was griping, griping, griping, wishing it all away for selfish reasons.  Because of inconvenience.  Because of fatigue.  Because me, me, me.  And I became a mean mother, quarrelsome wife, and useless minister of the gospel in any area of my life.

God could have employed harsher means to snap me back to reality, but He didn’t.  He used a song.

A friend posted a video of the Revelation Song being sung by different people in their native languages — Hebrew, Spanish, German, Japanese, Mandarin, sign language (in the background), among others.

And I was reminded of Heaven.  Eternity.  Redeemed enemies, now become sons and daughters, from every tribe and tongue and people and nation, worshiping Jesus.  The Lamb upon the throne.

Does anything else matter in comparison to this.  Can I endure anything for this.  Can I labor and serve and give all of myself for this.

Everything my heart gripes against, Jesus and the gospel are the answer.  Illness, selfishness, relational turmoil, and the weariness of this life.  Yes, Jesus is better.  Yes, the gospel is the power of God for salvation.  Yes, we aren’t living for this world.  Yes, eternity will be marvelous.  And because of the gospel, the Eternal One is living within me.  Here.  Right now.

What does a troubled, imperfect home have anything to do with the redeemed singing around the Throne?

The One seated on the Throne works in these troubled, imperfect places, so that from these small, seemingly insignificant places, sons and daughters from every nation would come to know Him and worship Him.  Because He’s worthy.

And in this place of griping, in my heart and home, I can serve Him in that way.  It doesn’t tell a story as gloriously (at least, to me) as living among savages (though some might argue that toddlers are savages…), but it is the story He’s put me in.  And it is where I need to resolve that my narration is that He is worthy.  In savage jungles, in the workplace, in the fields, in the marketplace, in my little home, in my heart, Jesus Christ is worthy to be praised from now through eternity.

Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
Holy, holy is He
Sing a new song to Him who sits on
Heaven’s mercy seat

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty
Who was and is and is to come
With all creation I sing praise to the King of kings
You are my everything and I will adore You

Oh, You’re worthy … You are worthy.

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