"Grandma, would you get my medicine out of the cabinet for me?"

It was my five year-old granddaughter, Mary Kathryn making the request. Following a devastating divorce two years earlier she and her mother and seven year-old sister, Faith, had been living with us. It was not always easy, but God had confirmed to her granddaddy and me that our mission at that point was to help care for those granddaughters. He often used them to remind me how I want to be more like Jesus.

Mary Kathryn asked me to get her medicine out of the cabinet for her. Teasingly, I answered, "Mary Kathryn, what would you do without grandma to do everything for you?" She turned those beautiful, innocent, blue eyes toward me and said, "Grandma, you have to get it for me because you are the maid in this house!"

Almost in a state of shock and wanting to cry, I thought about how true the words were that she had spoken. I cooked a lot of their meals, I usually washed their uniforms for school, and I often took them wherever they needed to be after school. Yes, very understandably, in the eyes of a child, I could be called the maid around our house.

Before I became completely engulfed in self-pity, the Holy Spirit gently reminded me that Jesus told His disciples He came to serve and not to be served.

Going to Webster's dictionary, I read that a maid was defined as a servant. Many times I had told Jesus I wanted to be more like Him. And that day I almost failed. So, down on my knees I went and with my head bowed, I thanked God for allowing me to serve those two little girls at that time of my life.