Christmas Countdown Day 3: Kool-aid under the fridge

Day 3 of our Christmas Countdown

Day 3 of our Christmas Countdown

The advent passage for Day 3 is Isaiah 40:9-11.

Zion, herald of good news,
go up on a high mountain.
Jerusalem, herald of good news,
raise your voice loudly.
Raise it, do not be afraid!
Say to the cities of Judah,
“Here is your God!”
See, the Lord God comes with strength,
and His power establishes His rule.
His reward is with Him,
and His gifts accompany Him.
He protects His flock like a shepherd;
He gathers the lambs in His arms
and carries [them] in the fold of His [garment].
He gently leads those that are nursing.

I heard the refrigerator open behind me as I sat at the kitchen table. Suddenly, Matt yelled, “Lauren, no, no, no!”  And, that was the turning point of our day. Kool-aid streamed all over the floor and underneath the refrigerator, as well as soaking the drawers inside.

It took us much longer to get around to our Christmas Countdown time than planned. Instead, our frustration levels were high, whining pitches were even higher, and we experienced a bit of a revolt when we pulled out the Bible to explore our Scripture passage.

It’s these kind of imperfect parenting days that God as my shepherd means so much. The way Isaiah describes God tenderly cradling a lamb in His strong, safe arms and gently guiding His sheep is beautifully convicting.

Our Family Game Night ended up being a success despite all our shortcomings. Not a single board game was played by the rules, but it didn’t matter. And, hide and go seek was particularly fun!

Matt and the kids fill up the Connect Four slots in different patterns

Matt and the kids fill up the Connect Four slots in different patterns

On this third day of December, I am so thankful that God redeems our messes. That’s why He sent Jesus. Whether a Kool-aid spill or bad attitude, God is there to gently guide us through the clean up process.

Kool-Aid ’stache

Kool-Aid is a hot commodity in our house, and it never lasts very long.

I can always tell when Jackson has been drinking Kool-Aid because of the huge red stain around his mouth that he wears for the rest of the day.

Can you tell what Jackson was drinking?

I’d like that kind of stain on my life after drinking the living water Jesus speaks of with the Samaritan woman at the well. What if I gulped down the Word of God in such a way that everyone I met that day knew what I had been drinking?

Jackson’s punch-colored lips remind me that my life is marked. I need not hide my love for Jesus or sip His grace so stingily that my life bears no obvious change. Moses was so affected by being in the very presence of God that He actually glowed!

Many groups in our nation proudly shout out their allegiance to political and social causes, demanding that they are heard, respected and accepted. Meanwhile, a great many Christian voices remain silent, not because of laws or social etiquette, but of our own accord.

I pray for the courage to stand up as Paul did and proclaim, “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God unto salvation for those who believe!” My life needs to stand out, stained by Christ’s forgiveness and restoration that only He could extend through death on a cross.

The transformation of my heart and life by the ongoing work of Jesus Christ should be much more obvious than my son’s Kool-Aid ’stache.