Sticky Bible

” Hey Daddy…are you taking Ellie to school today?”
“No sis, mommy is, why?
“Ohhhh noooo.  Well, when mommy takes all of us and Ellie to school, she gets so frustrated because she struggles so much.”
Well hello, Tuesday!  Thanks for the kick in the balls!
As I heard my husband retell this conversation to me, I slowly closed the devotional I was trying to read and put my head down on top of it.
Deflated.
Defeated.
Discouraged.
“You’re a mess.”
“You can’t even get your kids to school on time.”
“See what your own daughter thinks of you? ”
“A 7-year-old feels sorry for you!”

I was being pelted from every direction.
I was reminded of one Sunday rushed morning as I tore through the church parking lot.
Hoping to hear the praise team still on the opening song, I frantically scanned the van for my Bible.
I found it hiding under a handful of preschool papers and as I wrapped my hand around the bonded leather spine and turned to step out of the van, I was jerked back into my seat.
“What in the world?!”  Thinking out loud, “I don’t have time for this crap!”
I whipped around and looked down at my Bible only to see that it was stuck.
Not wedged in a tight space.
But literally stuck due to a mystery gel/sucker/melted something.
Seriously?  You haven’t read your Bible in soooo long that it is literally stuck to your van.  And here you are going to church!  Ha!  Hysterical!
Well, in my defense, I read my Bible on my phone.
King James
New King James
New International Version
The Message
Life Application Bible
One Year Chronological Bible
Now, a sticky Bible.
So instead of beating myself up, I did what any sane person would do…
I ordered a new Bible.
A She Reads Truth Bible, Christian Standard Bible.
Gen-yoo-wine leather.
Yep.  Only the best for this lazy Christian…
*update* That brand new Bible is still in the box because I’m too nervous to get a stain on the leather or for the pages to get messed up.
Insert giant eye roll
So back to the devotional that my head crashed down on this morning…
Have I told you how absolutely sweet Jesus is?
Even to a slacker like myself.
“If I am moved but choose not to respond, won’t I soon harden, unable to respond?  When we are touched, we must reach out or soon we stiffen and nothing touches us and we feel nothing.”  Ann Voskamp A Thousand Gifts
I hear a gentle whisper, It’s not too late.  The book was stuck in your van, but my Word needs to be stuck in your heart.  My goodness is my loving gift to you.  Each day, choose to respond to my goodness.  Choose Me. 
The fact is, that each time I choose Facebook, or my self, or my desires, I’m not choosing Him.
Each time I don’t reach out, my hands and feet of Jesus, become stiff, locked up and atrophied.
Choosing another Bible version probably wasn’t the choice I needed to make.
But clearly I do need to make better choices each morning while sending my babies off to school.
Because I do have a choice.
Frustration or joy.
Gritted teeth or a smile.
Pushy hands of hurry or locked fingers of comfort.
Choose life or death
I call Heaven and Earth to witness against you today: I place before you Life and Death, Blessing and Curse. Choose life so that you and your children will live. And love God, your God, listening obediently to him, firmly embracing him. Oh yes, he is life itself, a long life settled on the soil that God, your God, promised to give your ancestors, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
He’s calling us to choose Him always.
In every situation.
In every conversation.
In every battle, in every defeat, in every victory.
In each frustration and each decision.
Choose Him.
Choose to respond, so our hearts don’t become hard to the good things that are right in front of us.
Sticky or not.

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