06/05/2026
There is a particular kind of busy that feels holy. The volunteering, the serving, the saying yes to every need at church and in the community. All of it good. All of it praised.
Our team has counseled many couples where one spouse is celebrated everywhere except in their own kitchen. The home gets the leftovers. The tired version. The half-listening, phone-in-hand version, while strangers get the warmth and the patience.
It helps to be honest about why. Serving the crowd comes with thank-you notes and visible wins. Loving the people who live with you is slower, quieter, and rarely applauded. So the public work quietly becomes a respectable place to hide from the harder work at home.
The gospel cuts the root of that. Christ already secured your worth, fully and finally, so you have nothing left to earn from the applause of a crowd. That frees you to pour into the two or three God actually placed under your roof, the ones who can rarely repay you and will not post about it afterward.
It looks ordinary. Coming home with something left in the tank. Being as patient with your spouse as you are with the people you serve. Letting your family get the best of you instead of what is left of you.
Who in your home has been getting your leftovers lately?