INSPIRASUNS

I shared here in this little blog a few months ago that I carry a little Jesus figurine with me daily. A friend gave me one last year, and I’ve since bought a bulk quantity so I can hand them out to friends and strangers alike. When I reach into my pocket and feel His presence, well, I feel His presence, and it reminds me to try and be like Him in whatever I’m doing.

On Friday evening, when we got home from work, I realized that I didn’t have little Jesus in my pocket. I had changed into shorts before we left the office because we wanted to stop at the beach with friends. I just figured I’d left the figurine in my slacks. Checked there, nope. Checked my purse, checked the car, no sign of Him. I guessed that perhaps He had fallen out of my pocket when I changed at work. When I looked around on Sunday morning, I didn’t find Him there either 😦 .

I felt sad over the last few days. Yes, I still have several figurines left and just needed to put another in my pocket, but that wasn’t the point. I felt loss. I guess it sounds silly to feel that way.

Last night, I was folding some laundry from the dryer. I moved our laundry bin to lay my husband’s slacks across the folding table. When I rolled that bin aside, I looked down, and little Jesus was looking up at me. I said out loud, “There you are, Jesus!” I was so happy, and immediately went and placed Him on my dresser for safekeeping.

This morning, as I was thinking about losing my little figurine, I thought about how the disciples must have felt when they watched Jesus die on the cross. How they must have felt when He was taken down and placed in the tomb. How they must have felt when they went to the tomb, and He was gone. The sadness, the pain, the grief. Then, when Jesus appears to them and says, “Peace be with you”. Can’t you hear their joy, “There you are, Jesus!”

When the day comes that I see Him in paradise, I don’t anticipate saying “There you are, Jesus,” but who knows. I do know this, even though I can’t see Him, I know He is with me all the time. It does help to have my little reminder, though. And I’m glad I found the one I’ve come to carry all the time. Thank you, Jesus, for always being with me.

Have a good day, friends. This morning, can you please lift some prayers for my friend Rick and his sister? Difficult health issues to make decisions about, and they could use our prayers. Thanks as always for being there with prayer.

1 Peter 3:15
But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect.