You don’t usually notice them.
At the church potluck, they’re the ones who make sure everyone else has been served before they sit down.
They volunteer for the jobs that no one else wants, like cleaning the bathrooms.
Sometimes they spend days preparing for an event that lasts a few hours, and then, while everyone else heads home, they clean up.
They say, “I’ve been praying for you,” and you know they mean it.
They arrive unannounced with a pick-up-truck-load of food.
They take care of things you didn’t even realize needed to be done.
They’re always behind the scenes, never pushing their way to the front, avoiding public praise or recognition.
Over the past week, our family has been privileged to be served in many of these ways. With the passing of my father-in-law and the celebration of my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary, we have received love and generosity from many of these precious servants.
They make me want to be one of them – to serve with an unselfish spirit, expecting nothing in return, wanting only to be a blessing to others.
These servant-hearted men and women are my heroes.