I found Jesus-praise the Lord! He was under the couch. Actually it was Baby Jesus. (I lost $50 several weeks ago, and was still looking for it.)
I was like the lady in Jesus’ parable of the lost coin in Luke 15. I “lit a lamp, swept the house, and searched carefully for it” just like she did. She found hers; I did not. But, I did find Jesus! Though it wasn’t my $50, it was still a big relief to find Him under the sofa. I thought He had been swallowed!
We had special company at Christmas. Decorations were everywhere and the tree was up. Our little friend Grace, 15 months old, brought her family to visit. She had especially loved the Nativity scenes. I got out my preschool nativity which she loved and licked all over. Her sweet Mom and Dad are already teaching her about loving Jesus, no doubt that’s why she was so fixated on Him in the manger.
I hadn’t realized how dangerous our house was until she came! Our kids are in their 20’s so we are NOT child-proof, apparently. We put up so much stuff it looked like we were moving! The wise men were breakable. They went high up on the stairs. (It’s hard to explain a one-armed or headless wise man!) The candy dishes had choke-able candy (M & M’s with nuts) and had to be put away. The nut bowl we put out every year with the old fashioned metal nut crackers and picks were hazardous, as well. She really loved my husband’s reading glasses and could find them everywhere we hid them. (Have you ever seen what a toddler can do with a pair of glasses?)
Every picture was off the fridge, the hymn books on the piano went up, along with the poinsettias from the fireplace-though they were fake. All the night lights lured her to the outlets on the walls. I didn’t have a single plastic plug-in!
My beloved collects old Bibles and has some from the early 1900’s. We put them out by our manger scenes. They caught our little lady’s eye right away. We were like ninjas getting them to safety! I sprang like Spiderman when she went for my Grandmother’s ceramic “McCoy” corn dish. (She had served delicious fried chicken in it every Sunday for decades!) Whew!
Grace loved the telephone, as all little ones do, and somehow un-programed the caller ID. (I can’t even do that!) The remote control was her favorite so she took turns changing the channels and acting like it was a phone. We cracked up at every turn. She was cute as a button and kept us on our toes.
After Christmas, I realized Baby Jesus was missing from the preschool nativity. I know Jesus lives in my heart, but always want to make sure He stays with the rest of my Christmas scene. I pondered where I had last seen Him. Holy Smokes! The last time I had seen Him was in Grace’s mouth! I laughed a little to myself but didn’t call her mom. By that time, I was sure she had “passed” it/Him or been rushed to the hospital! (They would’ve called.)
So, now, holding Baby Jesus in my hand, I had to smile. I was looking for my $50 but found something better. Isn’t that just the way? We go through life so often searching for what we think will make us happy, when Jesus is really what we need and has been right there all the time. Jeremiah 29:13 says: “You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”
He’s just not usually under the couch.