Greater Than Gold

I used to get my kicks out of watching The Golden Girls back in the day, and one of the lines frequently used by Sophia was, "Picture it....Sicily...1945...blah blah blah..."

Well, ladies (especially moms)...I'm asking you to picture it:

A beautiful woman, impeccably dressed in the latest fashions, manicured nails, perfectly coiffed (love that word!) hair, makeup "just-so" with 4, no, 6, wait, 8 neatly dressed, well-mannered children in tow.  Now, who among us has not had one of those days where we think to ourselves, "my, my... how DOES she do it?"  or "Boy, does she have it all together or WHAT?!"

Now, picture, if you will, your kids' messy toys strewn across the living room floor.  You, for some reason just happen to have a large box wrapped in the most beautiful gold foil wrapping paper, complete with a perfectly tied, silk, wired ribbon.  Pick your color!  Now, you ask your children to place all of their toys in the box.   Still picturing?  When they're finished, you secure the lid on top, bow intact and... VOILA!  The mess is gone!  All you (and the rest of the world) see is a beautiful gold box, with a big pouffy bow on top.

Get the picture, Golden Girl?

So, the next time you get the urge to compare... just remember, everyone's got a mess to deal with whether it's physically at their house, spiritually in their heart, emotionally in their relationships, or mentally at work.  You just never know until you look inside that box.
"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that YOUR FAITHof greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed."  I Peter 1:6-7

Coffee's brewing... gotta run!  (No worries...it's decaf!)



Comments

  1. If I just get a Dyson...:) You are off to a great start here!

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