Riding with the Moment

“It’s time for bed boys!”

They quickly began changing clothes, brushing teeth, and in between doing so, began asking me some strange questions.  “Hey, Mom, how do you like your water?  Hot, cold, or in between?”

Being in my own separate moment I was slightly oblivious to what they were doing around me, and answered them with only a smidgen of hesitation and wonderment to their questioning. “A little hot,” came out of my mouth as I started thinking of taking a nice hot shower…

Totally taken aback, Julius and Samuel, had set up two separate stations, in two separate rooms.  One for a foot soak, scrub, and lotion. The other for a back message, and the cool cream necessary for those places that ache.  Oh, and candlelight.  Daddy was ushered to the candlelight and back message, while I was given a choice between foot soaking scents and creams.


How could I tell them to go to bed now? I couldn’t.  I finally learned to keep my mouth shut and enjoy what they had planned for us.  I listened, smiled, and enjoyed every moment.  As Julius began messaging my feet and caring for me I was reminded of what a dear wise woman spoke to me earlier in the morning.  “Jesus came to serve, not be served.”

Pondering that very statement, I imagined what it was like for the disciples to sit and allow Jesus, their Teacher, to wash their feet.  Grown men, who gave up everything to follow Him, were now watching him, most likely gobsmacked, washing their feet.  Not knowing that he’d do more than wash them, he’d die for them.

Their lives were changed forever.

Stay with me now, so easily we can make any given situation about us.  Whether we need a pity party, attention, or are seeking praise.

It’s not about us.  It’s not about me.

Christ said, Abide in me, as I abide in you.

The Son of Man came to serve, not be served (pampered, pitied, or seeking praise.)

We are to serve, not be served. To help others in need, to  share the gospel of Jesus Christ, and His Love.  As Christians we hold the gift of life and death in the power of our tongues.  We either help or we don’t.  We either speak the truth, or we don’t.  We can safe lives for eternity by sharing the Hope of Jesus Christ, because he is the only Way, the only Truth, and the Only Life.  No one can come to the Father except through Him. Are we being obedient? Are we all about our Father’s business?

I looked at Julius and my heart swelled.  After these first 6 weeks of homeschooling together, it hasn’t been easy, but here he was washing my feet.  He was showing me, whether or not he realized it, how much he loved me.  And I needed to be reminded of that.

Shortly after my soak and lotion, I switched places with daddy, (as a bonus I was given paint on my fingernails!)


Seeing the boys working together in harmony was refreshing.  I’m thankful that I grabbed this moment and rode it.  I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a thing.

What moments do you hold dear?  





  1. linda moag on October 23, 2013 at 12:12 am

    HI! vick what a sweet thing to do for mom & dad. homeschooling,s going fine. IT was slow the first few weeks but J.G.’s doing better now. love you guys

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Author Vicki L. Moag grew up in the mountains of Pennsylvania with a love for music and the outdoors. Now, whether singing in a choir, the congregation, or teaching children, she finds a way to share her love of music with others. She currently resides with her family in South Carolina, where they enjoy countless adventures together.


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