Exodus 21:5
“But if the servant plainly says, ‘I love my master, my wife, and my children; I will not go out free,’
I've noticed that all of the New Testament writers began their epistles with, "Paul, a bondslave of Jesus Christ." "Peter a bondslave of Jesus Christ." "Jude, a bondservant of Jesus Christ." Could it be they loved this title?
They were servants by choice. They found out that nothing better could happen to them, nothing better in life then to be a bondslave of Jesus. This was not forced on them in no way, shape, or form. They loved their master! No one ever treated them so well! No other looked after them with such care. No one ever poured into them in such an intimate way. They never received any greater gifts then the ones from the master.
Today all of America celebrates Thanksgiving. Most of us stay up late the night before prepping. Then nap for a couple of hours, before we begin to cook, clean, and set the table. I was in my quite time this morning. Listening to my chapter, and verses, as I slaved to get the house clean. I fought with my flesh as I grumbled about not being able to sit and read my chapter, the way I like to. Praying Lord help me, speak to me, forgive me for being to busy to sit at your feet. That's when this verse stood out. I meditated on all that I have gained since I became a slave (by choice) to my master. I gained a loving, understanding, supportive husband. I gained two very intelligent, kind, and determined children. I've gained a second chance at a life I could have never dreamed up for myself. I've gained amazing friends that truly love at all times. Like the disciples I've learned not to lay claims to things for myself, but what I am, and what I have are His.