My day is filled with countless opportunities for sacrifice, for prayer, and for love. It is also filled with opportunities for grumbling and pessimism, self-pity and regret. The funny thing is the same events of the day present me with all these options, all at once. The dishes are just the dishes, the laundry or the drive to work, or the crying kid are all just that. It's when they are mixed with me, when my experience meets these practical means of the day, that they take on a purpose. And that purpose is mine to initiate. It can all be prayer, it can all be love. Or it's all a burden, and it's all for nothing.

It's up to me.

I look at Saint Martha, and I love her. Her plight is my plight. Why does no one see the mounds of work that must be done? Why isn't anyone helping or picking up the slack? The temptation for self-pity is hovering along the surface of every duty of my life. But the Lord is showing me another way, just as he did to Saint Martha.

I don't think Christ is asking Saint Martha to drop the work, or to be Saint Mary and forget the duties of her life. I think He is asking her to see Him in all of it, and to take it on with affection, as an opportunity to love and to serve God in all things. I think He is asking me for this, too. Turn it into love, my friend. Turn it into love.

The Morning Offering is a more powerful prayer than we think. I want to renew my commitment to blanketing my whole day as a gift of love to the Lord through this beautiful prayer. Every red light, every crusted oatmeal bowl, every skinned knee—a prayer, an offering, a sacrifice. God isn't asking me to change my life, He is asking me to be changed.

Let's pray the Morning Offering prayer together, today.

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Blythe Fike is the wife of Kirby and mother of 7 smallish kids. She loves the quiet life in small town SoCal. You can find out more about her here.