Naked in the Front Yard ….

Yes, I am sure that title catches your eye, huh?! The other day I was reading The Jesus Storybook Bible to my kids. Reading how Jesus did not turn children away, but welcomed them. That Jesus, always setting a good example to me and thus convicting me. I should never be too busy for my children. Or my children’s friends. But that isn’t the point of this post, that was just a freebie {wink}. As we continued on, Jesus spoke of coming as you are, like little children; that we spend too much time “getting ready” to go before Jesus. Instead we should just approach him as we are. The point being :: we don’t need to have it all together or be perfect to be in his presence.

To bring this point home even more, I shared a little analogy with the kids …

OK kids lets pretend we were out playing in the mud. Super, duper messy, sticky mud. The kind that you have to take 3 showers to get it all off {oooh’s, ahhhh’s and giggles}. Playing hard, getting messy and dirty, when all of the sudden Mommy gets a phone call. “What? The King of Whichamahcallit wants to have dinner with us? Tonight? You’ll be here in 15 minutes to pick us up? Oh and yes, I get it…he doesn’t want us to get ready, he asks that we come as we are.”

“Kids, GET OUT OF THE MUD! WE HAVE TO TAKE A SHOWER. GET DRESSED! COMB OUR HAIR. WE HAVE TO BE PRESENTABLE.”

“But Mommy, they said we need to come just like this. He told us to!” Mommy agrees that they can keep playing and go as they are {they are kids, aren’t they always messy?}, but Mommy charges upstairs in a flutter because after all, Mommy just couldn’t be seen like well, a mud ball. As Mommy is showering, the King shows up and whisks the kids off to a beautiful dinner with deliciousness beyond their comprehension. And Mommy? She is still in the shower scrubbing.

I asked the kids who missed out. Of course the response was, “Mommy!” Yes! They got it. Just as I was about to give myself a little pat on the back my daughter asks if she can tell me a little story. Something to know about my beautiful, imaginative, creative 7 year old is that she LOVES telling stories and has one for pretty much every situation. I wonder where she gets that from? And so she begins…

M and I were super messy from playing in the mud. We HAD {for dramatic effect} to take a shower. We were so dirty. As M was in the bath and I was in the shower, Jesus said, “Come now. Come quick. I am in the front yard.” And so, we had to go, just like that. We ran out the door and we were naked in the front yard.

Laughter erupts. What is it about nakedness and potty talk? My kids become unglued with silliness.

Um, no. Jesus would not ask you to run naked in the front yard.

If I were feeling rather deep as I write this, I am sure there is a lot of truth in that statement, little one. I’ll ponder that one a bit.

But for now, there will be no nakedness in the frontyard, or the backyard for that matter.

Until next time,

KC

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4 Responses to Naked in the Front Yard ….

  1. I so loved this story!! Thanks for sharing! :-)

  2. Mom says:

    I love how Jesus/God shows up @ your house all the time… That makes my heart BURST!

  3. Hey KC! It was so great to meet you at Influence! This is such a sweet story – such a good picture for your kids (and for me!) to explain the heart behind that passage. Hope you are doing well!

  4. Ellen says:

    Okay, have you had enough time to ponder the naked story from your daughter? That one is rich…bring it on.
    I loved the mud story but I see you jumping in that car all muddy these days. You’re kids would not have left without you if their lives depended on it! Loyalty is imprinted on their hearts.

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