Little Drummer Boy

This morning I struggled and scrambled to finish up my blog post. I shooed away my little 22 month old repeatedly who wanted to sit by mommy and touch the keyboard. The little ladies were arguing and Daddy bear, home sick, was taking a quick shower. He had encouraged me to go to the beach first thing in the morning to spend time with God, but I had my own agenda. My day was going to be filled with errands and shopping after I finished my blog. In the end, my blog post didn’t get finished, I didn’t get to the beach, and I was reminded once again the reason why I titled my blog “Not My Own.” My life isn’t my own. It first belongs to Christ – my husband tried to remind me of this, but I didn’t listen. It also belongs to my family – my son tried to remind me of this, but I didn’t listen. I just tried to accomplish what I wanted, working in the mindset that the day belonged to me. I’m sure if I had driven to the beach when I woke up and spent the morning with the Lord, I would have accomplished much more in this day!
Last week my daughters sang in their Christmas program at school. They sang “The Little Drummer Boy,” and beat their drums! These words remind me that all God really wants is for us to come to Him and give Him all that we are. He doesn’t ask for a great blog post. He doesn’t need the finest gifts, He just wants me. My children are the same – they won’t care at the end of their lives that I accomplished much in my days. They will only care about the time I spent with them – no lavish toys or special activities, just simple time with mommy. I missed the mark today, trying to accomplish much with my own agenda. And all God and my children were asking of me was, “come.” And when I do, they smile at me.

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.