My nine year old daughter traveled to rural Arizona with my husband and older son this weekend.

I was reluctant to let her go--this is a work weekend for a crisis pregnancy home up there that is traditionally a "guy" thing and I was worried about her stepping on her brother's toes if she tagged along. Also, she isn't the one in our family who is fascinated by tools (that would be our son, who would be content to haul trash from the construction site all weekend just for a chance to be around all those building supplies), and I was really worried that she wouldn't have a lot to do, that she would tire of the work quickly, and that she would be more of a burden than a blessing. But her brother turned out to be happy to have her along, and off they went.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Turns out that one of the mommies staying at this home has a seven year old daughter and a nine month old baby. She's also seven months pregnant and on fairly restrictive bed rest. Our daughter skipped out on staying with her dad and brother for a "sleepover" with the little girl (who couldn't have been more thrilled with the company). She kept the 7 year old company and ,thanks to all the practice she's been getting in on the baby, was able to ease the burden on the bedresting mommy as well by lifting, amusing and diaper changing.

The men finished their construction chores early and came home last night. Our daughter decided to stay an extra night and help out this family a bit more, then come home with another family we know later today. The bedresting mommy teared up wile relating her thanks for our daughter's help this weekend.

I know pride is a sin, but I can't help "crowing" about my family a bit this weekend.

My husband and son helped to build a structure that will contribute to the lives of future generations of babies saved from abortion. My daughter, despite her youth, acted as the heart and hands of Jesus this weekend (it was a good reminder to her when she called us last night in an atypical attack of homesickness). I love to see them putting their faith into action.

As for me, at home with the "littles", I was reminded in a big way that "Size matters not." (three guesses as to which movie my son choose for movie night last night?!). My daughter may not have been equipped with the desire to haul trash at a constructions site or swing a hammer, but she knew that she could play with a lonely little girl and change a baby's diaper. To be more scriptural about it, we all have a role to play in the Body, and all of our roles are important.

Father, thank you that there are no small jobs in your kingdom, nor minor players in your economy. Help me to do everything that I do heartily, as unto You.

Interested in helping out the crisis pregnancy ministry? Check out www.hh76.com to find out more. And, yes, that's my tummy on the "Basic, inalienable..." line and Mr. Fussy Milk Monkey on "Life, the Greatest Gift"!