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Friday, October 14, 2011

Everyday Moments

She stands tall on tippy toes with her hands raised high to the sky twirling down every isle for all eyes to see. My three old ballerina dances steps in front of me.
I pick out our favorite clusters of oats with tastes of honey and turn to her and warn her that she might get dizzy. She giggles as she falls to the ground. Not a care in the world just me, a shopping cart and my two little girls.

The other lays sound asleep in her car seat only five months old. In the beginning stages of exploring this world and at 30 I can say, I am too.
We make our way past the vegetable oil, spices and cake mixes. I notice my ballerina no longer spinning in circles instead she is holding a large pack of flour. I tell her we really don't need it as I place it back on the shelf. She promptly crosses her arms, presses her lips tight and stomps loudly through the store.

I watch her and feel relieved for this is a small victory. Gone are the days of falling out on the ground, crying alligator tears and raising her voice loud for all to hear. A small victory today as she stomps away.

Twenty minutes later and the shopping cart is full. I grab some last minute items rechecking our list. She smiles and says, "Thank you mommy" as I place fruit in the cart.
I pause, I see Him. He stands within each step I take, lacing together each victory I see Him today.

We make our way to the slow moving line and its then I realize so much life is done in this store. So many stories are formed in these isles. I imagine Him standing right next to me, watching me and my girls guiding as life unfolds.
We exchange silent words waiting in line. I thank Him for these moments and He says He is proud of me.

We make our way through the line and out of the store. With my girls buckled tight and groceries in the back I begin see Him and how He is intertwined in my life. I see Him in everyday moments.

So often I get tripped up in wanting an amazing miracle a great move of God that I forget He walks with me through isles, guides me as I parent and blesses me. These everyday moments are the miracles I have craved.

I release a small sigh of relief as look in my review at my ballerina looking back at me. She forms a big smile revealing one dimple while her small voice speaks of her love for me.

My heart melts as He wraps His arms around me. I marinade in the moment before moving the car in reverse. Jesus is with us every day, in every moment and every step along the way.

Have you stopped to see Him today?
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Jesus Loves

He tells me He guides him right where he needs to be. Turn by turn walking through the streets, praying for ones that are in need. He speaks to him, covers him and walks with him.

Jesus loves him.

He tells me of a group of youth flags hanging out of their pockets. Not representing stars and stripes instead they are colors, territory, a street family. The enemy echoes in his mind, “Don’t approach.” Courage wins the battle as he steps toward the crowd when many wouldn’t come close. They speak of a loss a friend just died. In mourning they cried. A man and a group of youth bowed their heads and prayed. Jesus sees past the flags, the territory, and the streets.

Jesus loves them.
Traveling in a city states away, he sits next to another man not much older than him. Liquor stained breath, dirty clothes and his hand reaching up asking for change. He sits next to him unafraid. He has no earthly change to give. He asks him if he knows who Jesus is. The homeless raises his hands and says, "My Savior." The gospel isn’t spoken the hearts of the two men already know. He reminds him Jesus loves him no matter where he is. Two men, two different yet oh so similar paths of life join in prayer and Jesus stands near. Tears are shed. The dirty clothes and liquor stained breath disguise the man that Jesus knows.

Jesus loves him.

He tells me of another woman on the streets asking for money so her kids can eat. Only a few dollars are in his hand. He asks her if she knows who Jesus is. She replies rewinding her life to better times. In the voice of a child she questions, “Didn’t He die for me?” Life has dealt her hard knocks as she promptly turns to leave. His eyes well up feeling for a moment our Father grieve. Not knowing what to say succumbed by emotions she turns away. The child in her knows while the woman abused on the streets struggling to survive covers herself in layers of this world. Jesus sees her.

Jesus loves her.

He tells me of three shooting dice on a corner for all to see. The streets are rough life is hard and not all want to hear The Word. He approaches asking if they know Jesus. The three men halt their craps game they listen intrigued. He draws a crowd. Who is this man? Their spirits cry out loud. He tells me he gets discouraged when people walk away as he recalls the one who throws his head back snorting coke just as he turns around. I remind him of the three that accepted Jesus that night in the streets. The three, the crowd, even the one with white powder on his hands, He knows them.

Jesus loves them.

I hear his stories his work after work while on the road. I flip through the channels catching glimpses of Kim’s Fairytale wedding for the second time. I don’t have to wonder if this is entertainment or wasted minutes. I turn the TV off and slide his ring on my finger, proud of my husband. We laugh as he says he is turning into the crazy man on the streets preaching about Jesus for all to see. I remind him, Jesus holds his hand and Jesus called him.

Jesus loves him.

I wonder how life would be. If we all turned off our TV’s, muted the craziness that drives our lives and not make a sound. How would it be if we, followers, actually listened and were obedient to Him? Could we slow down enough and put ourselves aside? Could we swallow our pride? Approach a crowd with flags hanging from pockets on their backside? Hold a dirty hand, give more than money to a beggar or simply choose to stop wasting our time? He reminds me greater works will be done and I look around for some. He says, “Look within”. He sees us, sitting behind computer screens flipping through smart phones. He watches us closely, quietly whispering rise up be all I created you to be. He knows us.

Jesus loves us.

Jesus calls us.

Are you going to answer the call?


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