Before we get started…
Can I share with you something amazing?
In Ironton, just a couple of right turns off the new bridge, is a little slice of Heaven.
And it’s called Boo’s Donut Shop.
Thank you Holy Ghost.
love like yourself, even a little bit…go getcha some.
Now, back to Jesus…
We came, we saw, we conquered.
We dirtied every pan in the house.
We made 11 pies.
We took selfies to document the fact that mom looked like she’d been hittin the hard stuff.
A good time was had by all.
Now it’s time to get down to Christmas.
If it were up to Jason, our house would look a mix between Clark Griswold’s and a flea market.
Unfortunately we thought it was a good idea to remodel our house at the same time.
Jason’s first line of defense was tackling his toy room.
We’re looking at almost 40 years of
hoarding collecting here folks.
Sweet baby Jesus.
That means that good ol Jillbird was in charge of getting the ball rolling on decorating the house.
I’m not as enthusiastic as Jay.
I’m getting there though.
I pulled out last years strands of 100 miniature white lights carefully wrapped and tied so to decrease tangle and maximize decorating time.
Good job Jill.
I carefully unwrapped and delicately handled each light to make sure none were broken.
So responsible. Such a good steward.
With great anticipation I plug in each strand.
Only half the strand lights up.
I feel courageous so I decide to check each bulb to find the rogue one causing my life such turmoil.
About 3 bulbs in I feel my anxiety rise.
On the 10th bulb, common sense (or maybe laziness) kicks in and I say, “Ah screw it. These things cost 1.99 from Walmart. I’ll buy new ones.”
At first, I felt proud of my liberated self because old Jill would have been diligent to find the blown bulb just to save the $2.00.
Then I felt a wave of guilt as I began to think of the parable Jesus speaks of in Luke chapter 15 about the lost sheep.
The Story of the Lost Sheep
15 1-3 By this time a lot of men and women of doubtful reputation were hanging around Jesus, listening intently. The Pharisees and religion scholars were not pleased, not at all pleased. They growled, “He takes in sinners and eats meals with them, treating them like old friends.” Their grumbling triggered this story.
4-7 “Suppose one of you had a hundred sheep and lost one. Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the lost one until you found it? When found, you can be sure you would put it across your shoulders, rejoicing, and when you got home call in your friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me! I’ve found my lost sheep!’ Count on it—there’s more joy in heaven over one sinner’s rescued life than over ninety-nine good people in no need of rescue.
You guys, God is revealing some ugliness in me.
It’s not fun.
But it’s necessary.
We are all works in progress. If we’ll let Him.
Anyway, I realized that I was so quick to dispose of these lights because there was a small defect.
Have I gotten so lazy and self absorbed because throwing away is SO much easier?
We live in a throw away society where convenience is key, even if it costs more.
Throwing away doesn’t require effort or sacrifice on my part.
Where else am I quick to throw away?
Am I the same with people?
Would I leave my 99 to look for the one?
Probably not since I quickly disposed of the 99 lights because of 1 blown.
Are we sitting in church services week after week getting fatter and fatter on the words our Pastors feed us and singing “Bless me God! Bless me!”
When in fact God’s called us to leave the 99 and share His good news with that one to enthusiastically shout, “I found her God! Here she is! The one that was lost! She’s here!”
The one forgotten.
The one who’s blown it.
Who’s been hurt.
The one who doesn’t look or act or talk like me.`
But the one who does look like Christ.
And boy is she beautiful.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.