Who gets to pick out the new dog in your house? We had decided no more dogs, not that the kids and I didn’t want another one. But when mom says enough, well, it’s enough. Then she saw Max.
JoLynn was in a pet rescue shelter looking at a dog with a friend, when this beautiful, blue-eyed, beanie baby like ball of curly fur looked up at her. Her eyes picked him out of the litter. Her hands picked him up, and she caught that pet store smell of money – puppy dog breath. Later, her husband’s wallet dished out the cash. Six years ago Max came home just in time to destroy our house for Christmas. Why is he still here? Because she picked him out, and up, and for some unknown reason loves the mutt.
Colossians 3:12 says “God chose you to be the holy people He loves.” He picked you out of humanity. To be holy means to be “set apart” - His hands picked you up and He holds you close. God reached in His wallet and, Acts 20:28 says, “He purchased you with His own blood.” What is the greatest grief you can give God? Not to accept His grace. Accept. One day He will bring you home for Christmas.
Dan
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