Little Jesus

 

LITTLE JESUS

Our financial planner has a tiny Jesus sitting on his desk.  He’s about an inch tall and he’s plastic.

I need a tiny Jesus sitting on my desk. 

So, I figured everyone else does too. 

Each Christmas a message and symbolic gift act as our version of the Nativity. Acting out the Nativity is awkward for us.

We watch a short video instead (no words), with the music ‘Breath of Heaven’ as the background. As well as one called “Do you Have Room For the Savior?”

In the past I have given gloves, as a reminder to be the Savior’s hands.  I’ve given socks to be His feet, one of my Papa’s keys to remind us to Let Him In, candles, because he is the Light of the World. 

It's how I turn Christmas to the Savior amidst all the chaos.

I bought 25 tiny (1”)Jesuses to give to family on Christmas Eve as my gift and reminder of the Savior this year.

Now, it’s10 days before Christmas and I can’t find Jesus.  LittleJesus, as B & I call Him.

He’s not in the Laundry Room.  Which is the obvious place, isn’t it? Since he cleans us up. Quite nicely, actually.  No, really, that’s where I thought I put the box when it arrived in the mail 2 weeks ago. 

He’s not downstairs in one of the baskets. Which would be reasonable since at some point in His life He would have laid in a basket.  Plus, it was where I was going to put 25 Little Jesuses so everyone could pick which one they wanted. They all have different colored robes.

I’ve check everywhere. Under couches. In drawers.  In cupboards.  I CAN’T FIND HIM. 

 I’ve lost Him.

Sometimes we lose Him.  Like I did today.

Have you ever lost Jesus?

He’s actually not hard to find.  He’s a lot easier to find than 25 1” Jesuses. That I put in a ‘safe place’.

Sometimes I find him in good music.

Other times it’s in the scriptures.

I also find Him outside, and especially in my beloved hollow.

Where do you find Him?

 Don’t worry.  I found my 25 Little Jesuses.  Since they were little, (I think I’ve mentioned that 100 times) they were in a little box.  Neatly tucked in with my papers by my computer.  Hiding.  Within arms distance. 

Luckily the real Jesus is closer (and bigger) than arms distance.  He’s not hiding.  

I am so grateful.  And ever indebted.

 I love Him.  He is my Friend. And my Savior.