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rebecca@rebeccafussell.com

Years ago, Ronnie, Chandler and I piled into the car ready for a fun weekend away.

We didn’t make it fifteen minutes out of the driveway before we realized we were all starving. As we pulled into the Wendy’s parking lot, I gave Ronnie my order. The sunshine and cool air beckoned me to wait outside while the boys ordered the food.


Minding my own business, I leaned against the hood of the car and let the sun’s warmth soak into my being. A soft breeze wisped across my face as I imagined standing in a luscious meadow of wildflowers and butterflies, until my nose caught a whiff of sun-soured ketchup and old French fries. Womp. Womp. Womp.


So much for that picturesque scene.


My nose drew my eyes to spot the source of the stench. I happened to be standing near a food-smeared, brown, cafeteria-style garbage can. Hence the putrid smell. I was about to move away, but that’s when I noticed. . .


On top of the can, inched one of the most colorful, eye-catching caterpillars I had ever seen. It so fascinated me that I ignored the disgusting odor and drew my head down close to get a better look. The vibrant colors and the way it slinked along captivated me as if the brown top of the trashcan had become its stage and I, its audience.


The insect’s fuzzy little hairs reminded me of a jolly, little, stuffed animal. I found myself smiling as I observed it. God had outdone Himself on this one. So beautiful and interesting. And to think I didn’t even know a creature like this existed.


Gazing intently at the little thing, I became lost in the moment. When suddenly, out of nowhere, a flip-flop hammered on top of the caterpillar, squishing it to a gooey mess. I was shocked and infuriated. Who would do such a horrible act?

I turned to see the culprit. . . my husband.


We had only been married a short time, but I knew enough about him to know that being mean just for meanness’s sake was not consistent with who he was. In confusion and disgust, I cried out, “Ronnie, why did you do that? That was one of the coolest caterpillars I have ever seen!” 
 
He didn’t even bat an eye. It
mattered not to him that I didn’t understand or agree with his actions. As he slapped his flip flop on the side of the can to remove the bug residue, he explained, “Rebecca, don’t let that thing fool you. That is an extremely poisonous caterpillar. (Ok I didn’t even realize caterpillars could be poisonous) If it had bitten you, you’d be in serious trouble. I’m sorry to kill it, but those dudes are dangerous.”


He turned and walked back to the car. End of discussion. 
 
I stood there still stunned that
something so attractive and eye catching could be so harmful. I had no idea. It was so cute and cuddly looking I’m sure it was just a matter of time before I would have let it wiggle on up my finger. I’m also thankful for a husband who recognized it for what it really represented and took action to remove it from my fascination. 
 
 
Translate that thought into the spiritual realm. Ever found yourself charmed by something (or someone) only to find it (or them) abruptly removed from your life?


So many times, we don’t understand why God would do such a thing. We see no sense in the drastic action or loss we’ve experienced and cry out, “God, why did you do that?”


Sometimes God chooses to explain. Sometimes He does not. But here are some truths we can count on. God promised us that, 

“No good thing will He withhold from them who walk uprightly." Psalm 84:11. 


“The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me.” Psalm 138:8. 


“If you then being evil know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father in Heaven give good things to them that ask Him?” Matthew 7:11.


God is not out to get us or make us miserable, but He does love us enough to remove harmful things from our lives; just as Ronnie removed the caterpillar from mine.


Things of this world are deceitfully alluring. Our Enemy designed it that way on purpose. His plan is to steal, kill and destroy. We are at risk. Our kids are at risk. Our neighborhoods are at risk.


Let’s snap out of it! Be aware of subtle influences that can wiggle right into your child’s heart or your loved one’s mind.


If we don’t, we’ll be charmed right into a life of shallow joy and emptiness when God has so much more in mind.


So, get out those flip-flops. And let’s love enough to do the hard thing.


xoxo

Hope and Glory to you my friend, 

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Most all my friends and acquaintances respect my commitment to follow Christ even if they haven’t chosen it for themselves. But what if a day comes that I’m alone in that? Or worse. I’m punished for it. Will I become a bubblegum Christian? Or let’s go a step deeper. Am I a bubblegum Christian now ? Do I get offended at God when I toil without much reward, and I don’t get the feel-goods I expected? What about when my prayers don’t turn out the way I’d hoped, or I don’t understand what God is doing in my life? Do I just forget all the holy stuff? Spit the gum out. Choose self-satisfying over obedience. I mean, come on. I’m not evil or anything. Just minding my own business. Ah! And that’s the problem. I’ve forgotten that my body is not my own. I’ve been bought with a price. (I Corinthians 6:19-20) As one preacher put it, I’ve also ignored a key point in the situation, one the disciples apparently understood. 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Be encouraged, friend. When the bubblegum gets stale, we mustn’t forget this world is not our home. Heaven is real, and one day God will reveal all His glory. For those of us who’ve trusted Him, when we’ve finished our earthly life and find ourselves enveloped in all He has prepared, we’ll be so relieved we chose to buck up when life got uncomfortable. At the end of your life, instead of the Cabby’s statement, may this be your testimony: “Glory be!” said you. “I’m so glad I lived my life different. I knew there were things like this!” Hope & Glory to you, xoxo
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