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| What if - I saw your smile and knew the reality behind it and I loved you unconditionally.
What if - You looked past my snarky attitude and saw the woman I am striving to be.
What if - I looked past any perceived "perfection" and saw Jesus in you.
What if - You saw beyond this sleep-deprived mom and saw Jesus in me.
What if - I knew the pain in your marriage and wept with you and stood beside you as you chose to love.
What if - You spoke the truth in love to me and I accepted and listened with humility.
What if - I saw your passion towards children and I watched and was blessed.
What if - You shared your joys with me and I rejoiced with you.
What if - I looked beyond your "know-it-all" attitude and loved you anyways.
What if - You saw past my shy spirit to my desire for friendship and you offered it.
What if - In our humanness, I looked, and you looked, and we both saw Jesus.
What if - The church were real?
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| You can not tell me God does not have a sense of humor. My morning proves otherwise.
Drake, after playing happily all morning needed a nap, so he goes down. Then I head to the basement to help Dave with the washer fixing. For some reason, I'm guessing because of a little girl, we can not find the screwdriver ANYWHERE. We search the whole house. No find. So, he pulls the electric screwdriver out and gets back to work. In the mean time, I'm trying to eat breakfast. Dave wants me to come clean behind the washer so he can push it back and get to it from the front. We get it cleaned and when I go outside to shake a rag out, Keira comes out with me. And stays out when I go back in. I'm still busy with the washer and suddenly Dave asks where Keira is. Ummm. She is half-way to Seth's. He goes out to get here and I FINALLY pour myself a cup of much-needed coffee. Then, Dave brings Keira upstairs and we realize she has poo running down her leg and it has gotten all over both of them! Bless my dear hubby, he only slightly panics! I rush them both to the bathroom and we commence the cleanup process which I will not go into detail on. Keira is turning into a wreck so we put her to bed , get the mess cleaned up, and Dave and I sit down to breakfast together, with both children in bed. This never happens. Then I suddenly hear the following song by Fee playing on Pandora and I sit and laugh at the irony portrayed. The chorus and second verse were the only part I heard.
CHORUS
I wanna be Your hands & feet.
I wanna be Your voice every time I speak.
I wanna run to the ones in need, in the name of Jesus.
I wanna give my life away, all for Your kingdom’s sake.
Shine a light in the darkest place, in the name of Jesus.
In the name of Jesus.
Carry to the broken-hearted mercy You Have shown.
Send me out to the world to make You known.
And to the ones in need of rescue, lead me I will go.
Send me out to the world to make you known.
Send me out to the world.
I'll be honest. Back when I was young and idealistic, I would have heard this song and gotten warm fuzzies as I sang along and prayed for God to use me to turn the world upside down. "Send me out Lord, send me out!"
So God with a silent chuckle sent me a family and said, "Ok, hear is your chance to be My hands and feet and to be My voice every time you speak. Take My mercy to the broken-hearted, make Me known to your world." I don't get warm fuzzies anymore.
Instead, I salute any one who has experienced the reality of being sent out and promptly getting up to their elbows in "Poo". Does not matter if you are sent to a foreign county, to the neighbor down the road, or to your own family, it still happens.
At least the washer will soon be fixed.
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