“Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.”
Maybe your life may seem insignificant, maybe Gandhi’s life seemed insignificant, but he is right when he says that it is important that you do it because no one else can. What if biblical people like Paul, Esther, or Mary believed that their life didn’t matter or wasn’t important enough?
What if they gave up?
Their daily lives mattered and was their calling. I think so often we dream about the people we want to be without seeing that our calling exists in us right now.
Even if our jobs or responsibilities don’t look like (to us) that they are making an impact–they really are. Our daily actions have an impact to those around us right where we are as well as future generations.
If you were to ask people why they work so hard many people have a worth ethic or way of life that they can trace back to their Grandparents or Great Grandparents. It is in our little and insignificant actions that shape future generations for greatness. It is the little eyes of children that are always watching what we do. Kids will copy our actions–even those kids who are not our own.
I want to tell you about a person who changed my life when I was a child…her name is Charlene and she was my Grandma.
My most favorite childhood memories are of being with my Grandma. I spent a lot of time with her so I had time to watch her and how she reacted to situations. My favorite sounds and smells came from her kitchen as I watched her cook and we listened to great singers like Nat King Cole and Sam Cooke. In her kitchen is where I learned the comforts of food and music. She would tell me stories from her childhood and teach me old Russian songs that we would sing together. It was a special time in my life.
I can still remember the loud whistling of her large stock pot that she cooked rice in. The top never seemed to fit right so it would sound like a large freight train was approaching. Those are the sounds I remember along with her Yorkie, Chrissy, at her feet. Then there was her heart which was stronger than Gold.
I didn’t grow up in a Christian home so she was the closest thing to a Christian I ever saw. In fact most of my family growing up were not Christians at all. I spent a lot of time with her and would watch her cut prayers and scripture out of the local newspaper and post them on her refrigerator. I also would watch her children laugh at her for doing this. But that didn’t stop my Grandma. She didn’t care what others (even her own children) thought of her faith in God. She wasn’t shy to tell them that she didn’t care what they thought of her and their words didn’t slow her down from praying and having faith in God. My Grandma knew without a shadow of a doubt that God heard her prayers. Even when her own children told her otherwise she still stood her ground and chose the truth.
She was a simple woman who didn’t win any awards or have a fancy job. By looking at her life you may have thought that things hadn’t worked out for her. That is where people were wrong because she had the greatest treasure…a relationship with our Heavenly Father and a forever home in Heaven. She simply knew that God IS real and He heard her prayers. I feel like the luckiest person on earth to have experienced her love.
This action by my Grandma has been a memory that will last forever–even if it’s just for me. As a child who was raised in a atheist’s home, my Grandma was a light in a life that seemed so dark.
Your actions can produce the same life changing results. While you think your actions are small and unnoticed, your good actions are planting a seed for the Harvest. Your life is important for you to live because NO one else can do the things that God has called on you to do.