It came yesterday.
It actually didn’t get hung on our door since Geric was out front fixing a sprinkler, but it got handed to him.
In case you’re lost, “the big white sign of shame” is the sign that gets hung on your door when you’re in foreclosure and they set a date of sale, the date your house gets auctioned on courthouse steps. Our date is November 3rd. I’ll be sure to wear my cutest outfit for our date.
Here’s the ironic thing. Yesterday morning I woke up early (and the kids slept in… praise God!) so I had some time to do a quiet time. I did my Bible study and read a couple of devotionals and then I felt led to Proverbs 31, so I read that, which is the chapter about the wife of noble character. I got hung up on verse 25 which says, “She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.” I love this image. Here is this amazing woman who daily clothes herself in strength and dignity, holding her head up high. I want to be like her. Not only that, but she laughs at the days to come. She lays her worries aside and knows that God holds her future, so why worry? Laugh! Be filled with His joy!
I was so touched by these verses that I actually texted them to a few of my friends. And while I hope they were encouraged by them, I realized when the sign of shame came, those verses were for me. I had to keep reminding myself yesterday that God is in control, not me, not the bank, not my real estate agent. God, and God alone. And because of that, I can relax. Not just relax, REJOICE! He’s not out to get me. He loves me. He loves my family. He wants good for us. I can laugh at the days to come because He is in control of those very days.
So this morning, I remembered a sermon that Pastor Glen gave one Sunday at our church. He was talking about 2 Corinthians 4:7-9.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
We are those jars of clay. Just a bunch of boring jars of clay. Yes, we were shaped by the Potter’s hand, but a jar of clay is pretty mundane, pretty worthless. What makes us special is the treasure inside. It’s Jesus!
Those verse go on to talk about being pressed, but not crushed, which is exactly where I feel like I am today. But here’s the amazing part. Yes, I’m being pressed on every side (like a mafioso with his head in a vice) and I’m not being crushed, but I am a jar of clay, so there are some major cracks forming in the surface. But you know what shines through? The treasure inside! Jesus will shine through today! I choose Him! I will not be brought down by my circumstances, but I will lift my eyes to my Maker, My Creator, My Sustainer, My Redeemer, My Restorer, who gives me hope daily and fills me to overflowing with His joy!
Today I choose His joy!
And today I choose to look into His eyes when my circumstances overwhelm me.
And today I choose to hope in Him.
And today I might get a pair of new shoes for our big date.