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A Servant’s Heart



I’ve been thinking a lot today about having a servant’s heart.  It all started this morning during a presentation about ordaining women.

You see, the new church we have been attending in Illinois has been discussing some changes over the last year.  The overseeing body for this denomination ordains women as elders and pastors, yet this church, being much older than the organization, does not.  It was proposed at the annual meeting in the beginning of the year, to consider amending the constitution of this church to include women in these leadership roles.

Unless I am a member before February, I will not be voting. Honestly, I’m still right in the middle on this one.  The church has invited a number of speakers to share on both sides of the topic.  And I believe they have all done a great job.   Being raised in a church where only men were the elders and pastors, I’m a little more comfortable with this way of doing things.  Yet, the arguments for ordaining make a lot of sense as well.  But this post isn’t really about women in church leadership.  This post is about having a servant’s heart.


In the presentation today we were introduced to the Hebrew word “ezer”.  This is used in Genesis 2:18 “Then the Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone; I will make him a helper (ezer) suitable for him.”

This is that concept of “helpmeet”, these complementary roles of men and women. But this is not the only place we see this.  Here are just a couple:

Deuteronomy 33:29 “Blessed are you, O Israel; Who is like you, a people saved by the Lord, Who is the shield of your help (ezer) and the sword of your majesty!  So your enemies will cringe before you, and you will thread upon their high places.

Psalm 33:20 “Our soul waits for the Lord; He is our help (ezer) and shield.

Wait a minute?  ‘Ezer’ used for both women and God?  Wha?

I know you’re thinking, “where are you going with this, MamaFoster?” and “When does the ‘servant’s heart’ come into this?”

Right here.

God is awesome.  No, Awesome, with a capital A.  He is omniscient, all powerful, majestic, the Lord of lords and the King of kings.

But He’s also this:

Jesus Washes the Disciples' Feet John 13:5

“so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist.  After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ fee, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.” John 13:4,5

Jesus led by serving.  And He served in love. And we are commanded to do the same.  “Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ” Ephesians 5:21

Which got me thinking…

What would having a servant’s heart look like in my life?

In my relationships with customers?  In my church? In my marriage?  In parenting?  In friendships?

My prayer tonight: Lord, create in me a new heart, one which serves others in love.



Be still…


I did it. I finally cried. Why? Because I’m frustrated. Because I’m lonely. Because I’m tired. Because my husband is 2,000 miles away. 2,055 miles according to Google maps. Because I’m discouraged and overwhelmed.  So I’m sitting here with my sharing size bag of peanut M&M’s.  And I’m not sharing them.

We are both feeling a little overwhelmed and discouraged.  DaddyFoster arrived in our new state last Monday. He has to find us a home before he returns here on July 3rd to join us on the 5 day trip across the country.  We’re only one week into this…how much sanity will I have at the end?


And what a noisy home search it has been.

“Live here!”

“Don’t live there!”

“There’s crime in that neighborhood!”

“This neighborhood is safe!”

“These schools are rated the best!”

“These schools are…ok.”

I have even been told about the “diversity” of the various cities and towns, as well as these areas level of open-mindedness to said “diversity”.  I can honestly say in all my moves (9 times in 16 years) has this ever been a conversation.

And the noise is getting to me.  It’s getting to DaddyFoster too.  I can hear in his voice.  I think if we don’t find a place soon, I can imagine him spinning in a circle with his eyes closed, then pointing at the first house he sees. “That’s it!”  Don’t do it, Sweetie, you’ll get awfully dizzy.

It’s not that we’re not accustomed to noise.  We do have five sons.  There are shouts and screams, bellows and bangs, giggles and songs.  We have a bass and a tenor, a trumpet player and a trombone player and one who can cry louder than any one else in the world.  You think I’m kidding.  I’m not.  We play video games and board games, watch movies, and listen to lots of music.  We love music.  So, you see, noise is no stranger to the Foster clan.

But this is a noise that gets into your head.  It clangs and bangs and gets in the way.  You can’t think, you can’t sleep, you can’t hear…..Him.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10


Yes.  Be still.  Meditate on Him.  Shut out the noise.

And know that He is God.  God!  The Creator!  The King of this crazy jungle we call life!  He is in control.  What do we have to be worried about?

But I admit it.  I am worried.  That is something I have trouble letting go of.  I try giving these worries to God, but I think I feel naked without them, so I take them back.  Sigh.

So we’re asking for prayer tonight.  Friends, please pray for encouragement.  Pray we are still, that we move past the “noise” of this crazy move, and listen the Lord.  Pray for that peace that passes all understanding.  Thank you.




March Resolution



I know. March is half over. But this one took some thought. February’s resolution of getting more exercise has been a bit of a bust. It’s not that I’m not active. I have gone back to teaching at Head Start. Physical requirements of this job included being on one’s feet for long periods of time. Squatting and bending down to a child’s level. Leading (and whole-heartedly participating in) fun music and movement activities. And while we don’t generally lift our preschoolers, occasionally we get an adventurous child that finds themselves stuck on the outside of the climbing structure and in need of some assistance to reach the ground again. And just last week I was running around the playground with many of my students. This is quite a workout in itself, but when three or four (or maybe five) get a grip on the back of your coat while you’re running. Let’s just say a Biggest Loser coach could create an awesome gym using a playground and twenty preschoolers.

playground 1

So I had to decide to either continue the same resolution for March, or to create a new one. Or option three; let God tell me what the resolution will be.

We’ve not been incredibly consistent about going to church lately. Our home church is forty minutes away, and we’re often worried about the fuel to get there and to work all week. Our children are involved with a youth group and kids club at a local church, but we haven’t been going on Sundays. I have been missing the fellowship and corporate worship time at first, but didn’t realize how much until I attended a recent service. Boy #1 will be going on a mission trip this summer and we had a fundraising event after service one Sunday. After the preparations early that morning, we attended the service.

Oh, I had needed this. I just soaked up the message. I closed my eyes and listened to the voices sending up a joyful noise. And I listened to the Lord. He said “spend more time with Me.”

To say I’m a busy person is a bit of an understatement. I am married. I have five sons. I teach preschool. I have Boy Scouts. I have a Cub Scout. The boys are involved in youth group. They have band and choir and other after school activities. I am a member of a county board. I am involved with city events and planning activities. I blog. I read. I have extended family and friends I like to spend time with. And I kind of like it. I like to be busy. Actually, I’m notorious for filling my plate so full that I eventually crack. I’ve gotten better at it, but still drive poor DaddyFoster a little crazy.


And now I need to add something else in? No. I need to invite someone else in. I’ve been so busy, I’ve sort of forgotten I can do that. I stress about this and that, discuss and complain to my closest friends and husband, run here and there. I pray. Keep my family safe and healthy, thank you for my family, my husband, the meals we eat, the home we have. Yet some things I don’t think about asking for help with. We run from specialist to specialist looking for answers for our son. How often do I let the Lord in on this discussion? We stress about money, tweaking and recreating the budget over and over. Have we remembered to thank Him and ask what He wants us to do with it? I enjoy my days working with children and their families. Do I ask Him daily to let me be His hands and feet? I am a busy bee day in and day out. When is the last time I thanked Him for the person He made me to be, and for the health to keep up with everything I do?

So this is my resolution for March. Do spend more time with my Lord. To have conversations with Him, to spend more time reading His Word, to fellowship with other believers.

Praying hands on an open bible