“Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, And into His courts with praise. Be thankful to Him, and bless His name. For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting, And His truth endures to all generations.” Psalm 100:4,5. (NKJV).
“Janie." Grandmother called. "Need your help.” She plunked the silver candlesticks onto the counter.
“They're black. I can’t get that stuff off. How about the brass ones?”
“These are
Grandmother showed her how to clean them. Apply the polish, then buff.
“Wow.” Janie held up a candlestick. "One is clean."
Finally, the silver free from tarnish, the candlesticks reflected the light. Perfect for their Thanksgiving meal.
“We’re like these candlesticks, Janie. The candlesticks did nothing to become tarnished. Just stayed in their places and the world around them did the rest. They couldn't clean themselves so--"
"We cleaned them." Janie's brow furrowed. "God cleans us? Like we cleaned the candlesticks?" She tilted her head.
"But I have skin. Besides, cleaning and buffing could hurt."
Grandmother chuckled. "You're right. It's not exciting to be buffed or polished by our Lord, but He is good and merciful. Through circumstances in my life, He buffs and polishes."
"You mean like when I hurt my knee, you cleaned it and put ointment on it? It hurt bad but it healed and didn't get infected."
"Exactly. You did a great job, Dumpling. Let's put them on the table to provide light for our Thanksgiving meal."
"Thank you, Grandmother. Turkey with dressing and..."
"All the trimmings." Grandmother chuckled. "I'm so thankful I have such a fabulous helper." She hugged her granddaughter.
"Grandmother?"
"Yes?"
"My heart is happy when I'm with you. 'Sides all the food and stuff, I'm glad you teach me about Jesus." This time she hugged her grandmother.
Grandmother's smile wobbled as she received her granddaughter's love with a thankful heart.
Kingdom Thinking. The Lord Jesus invites us into His kingdom. He handles our tarnished lives so we can enter with thanksgiving and praise. His truth endures to all generations. That includes you. Won’t you come?
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