you can't ride in my little red wagon

No really. You *literally* can't ride. Too. much. junk.
(And, let me just add that I do wish I had some Tony Lama's.)

Anyway.
Remember back in the day when getting out of the car and grabbing your handbag and sunglasses was all you had to be responsible for? You would have to dig through all your pockets to find your cell phone while you were walking to Banana Republic. Oh, the agony.

Sweet Daddy was carrying half the things in this picture
because little sis needed room for more junk.

Maybe you could ride if we didn't have to load half the house up in there every time we used it. For instance, let's review the usual wagon haul:

• the bat bag/helmet/bat combo
• the ball park (camping) chair
• Darcy's diaper bag
• Darcy's kids' meal/or snacks
• our drinks (one in each cup holder)
• Darcy
• Darcy's stuff (baby doll and a squeaky fish toy, the blankie and paci)
• My purse 

Okay, just a moment here. We have this love/hate thing going on, the wagon and me. It sucks the energy (and the air) out of my 8-months-pregnant body. Getting it up and out of the car, packed up, loaded down, pulling it around. Swollen feet and an achy back don't help either. You can probably already see why. (If not, review the list above.) Speaking of being pregnant, that baby that will be here soon will come along with even more junk. The last time we had a game, it was a late one, so little sis stayed with Brandon's parents. We didn't even bring her and we still needed the dang wagon. Throw in team snack day and you've got yourself a real party. The thing about the wagon haul is that there isn't one thing we could live without at the ball park. We literally need everything on the list, every. single. time. Daddy is a coach so he and Addie are usually in a rush to get on the field for warm-ups. That puts Mommy on wagon duty most of the time. I know it could be worse. All I really have to do is pull it around, drag out the stuff & pile the stuff back up (50 bazillion times), try to keep the toddler contained inside, and park it in out-of-the-way spaces while I chase the toddler. All while trying to watch Addie, who is keeping an eye on me to make sure I am doing just that. BUT. I would lug it 100 times over to see my girl play ball. She is a little rock star behind the plate and I hate missing out.

I was reading a devotional this morning and I came across this verse:
Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ. -Colossians 3:23-24

That's when it hit me. No matter how small a feat wagon-hauling may seem to you (although I strongly beg to differ), what a powerful reminder to work heartily in everything we do, just as for working solely for the Lord. Yes, even wagon-hauling. Or car-pooling, homework-helping, spoon-feeding, or diaper-changing. Because He gave me these sweet blessings, He called me to be their mother, and I will serve Him by supporting them and showing them love and patience, whatever that entitles. Not only that, but I can only hope and pray God will allow others to see Christ through me. I want to be His hands and feet, and my ministry starts in my home. But the end of that verse is the best part: I will one day receive inheritance as my reward.

Today, think about wagon-hauling. Or whatever it is you do for your family, (or work) that so often consumes your energy. You have plenty of things to name, I'm sure. Now, the next time you begin to complain (it's human nature!), I urge you to stop and think about how you can be a servant for Him.

In every task, whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord.