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Friday, March 23, 2012

Fairy Tale Ending

Everyone loves a good fairy tale ending.


From Disney princess to the action-packed Marvel comics.  We love when the hero wins.  The princess get her prince.  Truth triumphs and evil tastes its own bitterness.

It's what keeps us reading that novel.  It's what keeps us watching that nail-biting film.  We want to believe -- in fact, we already know it in our heart. That no matter what happens -- it's all going to end well.  No matter how many close calls.  No matter how many tear-filled scenes.  A happy ending is guaranteed. 

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And, a Happy Ending is guaranteed for us, too! 

We hold on in the midst of crisis.  We trust and believe in the midst of our own nail-biting scenes.  We love and do good in the face of evil.  We hope -- even in the darkest, tear-filled moments.  We wait for the sunrise.  We move forward even when everyone tells us to retreat.  We don't give up.  We don't stop.  We won't.  We just won't. 

We won't!

because we know that no matter what happens -- it's ALL going to end well!
God has promised us a Fairy tale Ending -- with Him!








Sunday, March 18, 2012

Bring Your Dirt


It's happened to me before.

I'm stomping around in the dirty, filthy mud somewhere and take half of it with me on the bottom of my shoes.

I might be mindful about it at first - being careful to make sure I take them off when I get inside. But, then in my haste, the next day I put them on and walk out the door - forgetting completely about the now dried and caked-on mud on the bottom of my shoes.

What's terrible is that now I'm taking that dirt and leaving it everywhere I go! I visit a neighbor and dirty her front carpet. I go to the bank and leave a trail from the front door to the teller. I get in my friend's car and leave nothing but big clumps of mud. What a mess. And, what a burden for others to clean up.

But, there is one place we can bring our dirt- yes, even encouraged to! Our Father's house.

Colin did.

He came into the Sunday school classroom - his boots caked with 3 inches of dried mud. He probably didn't even know just how dirty his shoes were. No one did - until halfway through the class. I looked down and his chair looked like it was sitting in a dirt pile.

"Wow, Colin," I said. "Where did all this dirt come from?"

At first, he didn't know himself. We both investigated. Of course, all signs lead back to his dirty boots.

Without a thought, I reached for the dustpan and broom. It didn't bother me at all to clean up the mess. And, it didn't take long to do so either.

I continued to teach and Colin's boots continued to de-mud. By the end of class, I looked down and a new dirt pile was under Colin's chair.



Colin brought his dirt to God's house. Dirt he didn't even know he was walking around with. Dirt that others might see as a hassle to clean up anywhere else.

But, Colin reminded me of something today.

God is in the boot cleaning business. Don't worry about the mess. Just come as you are.

By the way, Colin left the classroom with clean boots today.

He left his dirt at God's house.



Monday, March 5, 2012

He Does

He does. 
He understands.

No one else can say this.  They weren't there.  They didn't feel what you felt.  They didn't see what you saw.  They didn't feel the blows.  They didn't taste the bitterness. 

But, He did. 

He never left you.  He didn't choose to hit the road in your darkest hour.  He stuck it out.  In fact, He held you through the storm.  He covered you.  He cried with you.  He wiped your tears.  He held your hand while you slept.  He put His arm under yours and lifted you out of bed every morning.  He held you as you limped.  He spoke gently as you wept.  He never grew weary of listening.  His arms never tired from carrying you. 

He never gave up on you.

He never stopped loving you.

He never stopped being a Father to you.

He never abandoned you.

And, He never ever lied, deceived or tricked you.

He can only be Good to you.

And, His Faithful friendship will keep you...


to the end.