A Postcard from God

I got an early Christmas present on Saturday.  It was a postcard from God.

Here’s what it said:

Kristie, I love you.  Don’t you know that?  Don’t you know that I can take your most mortifying moments and redeem them in ways you could never even fathom?  Rest child.  Rest in the peace of my love.

Zephaniah 3:17 says “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.”

I take great delight in you, Kristie.  I rejoice over you with singing.  Now remember that child.  Remember that.

You may rightly point out that those aren’t the literal words on the postcard.  But I can read between the lines.

Here is the backstory.  On November 30th, I sat in front of the fireplace with a pencil and a hardcopy of the manuscript for my Advent devotional, Making Room for the Light (and by the way, today is probably the last day you could order it on Amazon and still get it by Christmas).  My remarkable editor husband had caught many many of my senseless errors, but one glaring omission stood out.  Somehow on December 18th my “Questions for Reflection” were completely out of place.  After writing about fully committing your life to Christ, the questions read: “Where are you?  Why don’t you do this more often?”

“Will!” I yelled to the other room, horrified.  “How could you miss this?”

When I showed it to him, he thought it was hilarious. “I think those are good questions,” he said, in his suave and adorable way.

Oh my gosh was I grateful to find that!  I made the final edits and hit the submit button.  The book was live the next morning on Amazon in both a print copy and a kindle edition.  My next read through was the kindle version, which I downloaded immediately.  I breathed a big sigh of relief to have caught and changed those silly questions that were the result of copying and pasting along with who knows what else.  I wondered if one of my sons had changed it.  The document was just sitting open on the computer they all use — mostly to play chess.  But that seems highly highly unlikely.  If they had made edits to be funny, there would likely be some hint of bathroom humor or something else objectionable.  Honestly, I do not know how those questions got there.

The next day I was reading through the book again, in the book format, not the kindle version.  I was looking for the right entry for a friend who had graciously offered to read it and plug the book at a Christmas Tea, but instead of finding the perfect reading, I came across those silly questions again.  My heart sank.  My blood pressure spiked.  Wait a minute!  How is that in here?  I called the people who upload it to Amazon.  They didn’t understand how that happened, how the kindle version was a file labeled FINAL and the print version was not.  They apologized and changed it, but I knew the first copies had already gone out.

The day after that I went to coffee with some girlfriends and told them the whole story.  We laughed about it.  What else could we do?  But that is not the end of the story.  You see a different friend, one I did not tell the whole embarrassing thing to, was one of the few who ended up with an original copy.

She was the one who penned the postcard to me on God’s behalf.  What she wrote was that she was away celebrating her anniversary with her husband, feeling a little guilty to be away during a busy time.  On December 18th, in that beautiful setting, she picked up my devotional and read it.  Then she came to the questions for reflection:  “Where are you?  Why don’t you do this more often?”

You may not be a person of faith.  But I can’t for the life of me understand that.  Only God can do this.  Only God.

Praying this morning that you too receive a message from God that He loves you, that He delights over you, that He rejoices over you with singing.   Because of course that is the truth, whether you and I choose to see it and believe it or not.  There couldn’t be a more apt Christmas gift than the affirmation of His love, and I believe that if we are open to truly embracing the love of God, we will see undeniable proof of His hand upon our lives.

Merry Christmas, friend, and may the Baby in the manger this week be a reminder to you of just how much God loves you!

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