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Friday, September 23, 2011

Touchdown For Jesus

There wouldn't be a ninja ducking behind the corner of the aisle that day. There wouldn't be a pretend water gun fight with a passerby.

Instead, He tumbled into the fall season running down the empty aisle only to slide on his knees in a fantastic touchdown. Swinging his arms high up in the air he turned and looked at me with great excitement, "Mom! Did you see that? I scored a touchdown!"

His eyes full of excitement, his words dancing loudly while his smile brightened my day.

I gazed at him for a minute. Stepped outside of the grocery store and into the football game in our minds. The overflowing crowd cheering drenched in red. Banners raised while the band played. This had to be a college football game.

My oldest son's words soon interrupted my favorite pastime. The crowds ceased and the band came to a halt.

"Mom, Ms. Nichols stopped me in the hall today and asked me if I talked to T about Jesus."

"And.. what did you say?"

"I told her yes."

A few moments drifted in time as I pictured this brief conversation in my mind. My lips now curved up as joy from within was displayed in a grin.

"I told her yes and you know what momma!?! She told me, good job because T has been telling the entire class about Jesus!" I looked at my oldest son with great pride as he grabbed a few items and tossed them in the cart.

Looking ahead my five-year-old's football game carried on. I watched with admiration as he ran toward the end zone. Briefly pausing the game in his mind.

"Hey T, what do you tell your class?" I asked.

"I have to tell them Jesus is coming back and you know what mom? Some don't think it's true, but I know He is! So I just keep telling them!" I swallowed hard trying not to let the tears fall in the aisle of the grocery store that day.

T ran down the isle as he continued his game. Running fast toward the end zone he scored another point another victory.

This time, the crowd was drenched in red, not for school colors but for the blood that He shed. The people rejoiced for this little one. The band played and in my mind I heard an angel sing.

Today I brag on God for the touchdown in the isle that day. I praise Him for the small feet that run into His end zone making touchdowns for Jesus every day!


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Blessings and Love,

Thursday, September 1, 2011

The Box

I received that gift 1 year and almost 8 months ago. I was pleased the day I received it but afraid it would break so I placed it in a box and tucked it away.

I never forgot about it. One day I dusted it off and put it on the brick mantle for display. Look but please don't touch are the words my soul would say. My heart needed it, my spirit craved it, but I didn't want to change, bend or break it.

So I would look from afar and gaze at it with loving eyes. This was my gift from Him and I didn't want to lose it, but I wasn't ready for it to shake my spirit or rock my world.

Each morning I would see it sitting there. I'd admire it from a distance. From the outside, it was amazing, beautiful, vast and awe-inspiring.

My view never quite stepped over the line. The line my finger drew that kept me on the outside.

Kids ran passed it, life flew by it and only once in a while would we slow long enough to treasure it. The days were too busy and time slipped away. We just couldn't slow the second hand long enough to be with it, hold it and love it.

Dust gathered in layers falling on and around it. I forgot what it looked like sitting there on display.

The sun would set and the moon would dance in the darkened sky. The hours ticked, the weeks passed and life was all but sand flowing in an hour glass.

Then the day came that shook my spirit and rattled this old house. The picture perfect image fell to the ground while the earth shifted beneath my feet. The box flew open and shattered into a million pieces. Tears filled my eyes to where I could no longer see.

My heart pounded, my spirit screamed OH NO! What do I do? How do I put this gift back together? Where is my glue? My heart continued to race, my eyes wept while my spirit knelt down to pick up what was left.

I inhaled the fragrance that I longed to keep. The fragrance of Him seeping into me. I tried to sweep the pieces that appeared broken, but they surrounded me. Holding me, loving me and simply consuming me.

I sat in the moment just me and my gift. Just me and the box I had put Him in. I sat within His presence unwrapped and beauty unmatched. I sat with Him and began to realize the gift I was given was meant to be seen.

I could hold Him touch Him feel Him love Him. He wanted to be shared with all eyes that could see. He even wanted to be shared with those who sat blindly.

He had to shatter my world to break open the box. The box I placed Him in. The box He is too big for. The box I needed no more.

I thank God that He rattled my world, shook the foundation I stood upon and broke open the box I stuffed Him in.

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Blessings and Love,