I am a "purse girl". I always carry a purse wherever I go. The bigger, the better. I have important things in there. Sometimes there's a little cash, sometimes. But then there's the lipstick and the nail file. Gum. Hand lotion. Keys. Spare keys. Pens and pins....safety pins, bobby pins. Quarters, dimes, and nickles that fall to the bottom of the purse (it adds up over time, you know!).
Just last week, I was in the waiting room at the doctor's office when a little pre-school age boy named Seth was driving me crazy running all over that waiting room. Loud. Oh my goodness was he loud! A light bulb flashed in my brain when I remembered my purse. I reached in and pulled out a secret weapon...a Hotwheels Camaro. Hey Seth...look at this. Seth took the car and retreated from my nerves for a little while.
Don't ask me why I had a Hotwheels in my purse. I just did. I'm glad I did, though. My purse is pretty valuable to me.
I remember a time when someone tried to steal my purse. I was in the library at college. I rode up the elevator with two gentlemen. No big deal. I walked to one of the little study-cubicles-built-for-one and left my books and my purse. I walked away just a short distance to a shelf where I needed to get a book. One of the elevator-guys came up to me and asked for help locating a book. For a second, I fell for it. They're trying to steal my purse I thought to myself. I pointed him in the right direction and dashed back to the cubicle, found his partner-in-crime reaching out, palm down, fingers fully splayed, with his hand only inches from my purse. Hey! What are you doing? That's mine!
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said as he walked away quickly.
I stood there stunned for a minute. Then I got mad. I went looking for the dudes... like my big, bad self was going to do something about it. Never found them. Shocker, shocker, right?
It was rather stupid of me to just leave my purse right there unattended, I know, but that was my purse, my life. Someone tried to steal it! The nerve! How rude!
That reminds me....
There really is an Enemy out there whose goal is to kill, steal, and destroy my life. Your life. Your children's lives. He desires to destroy any treasures that we store up here on earth and as well as prevent any efforts we might make to store up treasures in Heaven.
How does he do it? Like I know..., but I have a sneaky suspicion that he's sneaky about it. I suspect that he might distract me at the bookshelf with one thief while another thief snatches my purse, i.e., my life.
Let's all cherish the blessings of our lives, protect them, and not neglect them. Let's all be wise to those things that distract us, the things that destroy our lives, and the things that can destroy our families. Let's fight hard against the things that lead us away from Christ and the things that bring dishonor to the very name of Jesus.
Beware of the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, for these things will bring us down every time. Greed. Selfishness. Gossip. Unforgiveness. Bitterness. Addiction. Impatience. Apathy.
I don't know about you, but my