They cringe and duck when they see me coming.
Cue ominous tones…
“Oh no, it’s her again.”
One asserts bold, “It can’t be time again, we just did this.”
And if they spy me before I zero in on them, they scatter like leaves in the wind, requiring me to hunt them down, only prolonging the inevitable. It doesn’t hurt my feelings because I know they have nothing against me, it’s just the job I’m going to require them to do that stinks.
So as atonement,
I am extra kind,
And super nice.
I am hired as an independent designer to stage the local furniture store. I put out new pieces and move old settings around to give the space a fresh look every couple of weeks. Often as I walk in the door, I’m met with a chaotic mess, it’s just the inevitable flow of selling.
The sofa was purchased, but the matching orange chairs weren’t, so a random red sofa gets put in the space. Somehow the new purple leather chair landed cattywampus in a vacant spot which screams in discord with the rust and black rug it rests upon. Or the art no longer matches, or the orange tray somehow got stationed with the pastel sofa setting like an out of tune karaoke. Just ugh…
Like Bill Murray’s iconic movie Groundhogs Day, I walk into the store, sigh at the mayhem that has occurred to the perfect settings I left two weeks ago, chase down the delivery guys who become attached to my hip for eight hours, and start all over again.
God created a perfect being in me with everything working in tandem, unlike the imperfect chaos of the store. A tiny babe with ten flawless fingers and toes, attached to a body so intricate and complex, scientists will be trying to figure it out until the Lord comes again.
When God looks at my life I am so thankful for his patient love and kindness. In my haste through life I put junk food in this splendid body and am weak and sinful with actions and reactions that don’t match up with my christian walk.
Like the mismatched sofa, I know God looks at me with eyebrow cocked and wonders why for the bazillionth time I’m trying to put the purple chair of sin with the sky blue rug of christianity.
“I have sunk in deep mire, and there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and a flood overflows me.” Psalm 69:2
I let worries, work and sin overtake me. Until I finally do what I should have done in the first place—I fall on my knees and ask God to once again intervene and give me peace and balance.
“But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin .If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:7-9
The blood of Christ cleanses me continually and I don’t have to live tattooed black in the chaos of sin, like a furniture store in dire need of staging.