Last
Christmas we received a green pickle. Who knew, but I have four children who
think hiding a pickle ornament in the Christmas tree is great fun. And so as
the pickle was unwrapped again, it has found its place in and between many
branches in these last few days. Did I mention it is…or was a glass pickle? As the three year old boy excitedly pulled the
pickle from the branch, a drop happened, a break happened, and sorry tears
happened. I held him and he sweetly
asked, “Mommy, we go to the pickle store?”
There
are some times in life when very little things, like glass pickle ornaments,
can become memorable moments in life; times when you have a chance to offer
goodness to sad, pickleless hearts. So we packed up the crew, sickness and all,
made our way to Kohl’s Christmas department, and with triumph found it was a
pickle store indeed.
These
are but glimpses of the goodness Christ bestows on me in often unexpected ways.
My life is made up such moments, so many of them: blessings. Like having a child’s hand to hold
as we cross the parking lot into Kohls, stories to read as my sick littles curl
up around me, kisses placed on fevered foreheads and the trust my littles give
to me to care for and love them.
As Anne
Voskamp pointed out, He is actively pursuing us with goodness and mercy all the
days of our lives. But maybe it’s not until the pickle breaks that I can see
truly the goodness that follows. I have brokenness inside of me that only His
goodness can mend. It takes time, but His goodness is here all the while, for
He is here.
This
is how day two of the December Photo Project evolved into project pickle. This is how I see His love today: by His
goodness in many ways, surrounding me, from His most lavish gift of Himself… to the smallest pickle.
May
you see His goodness too, demonstrated always in Jesus, who came to us out of
our Father’s inordinate goodwill towards
us.
Together
in grace,
Amy
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