My oldest daughter Morgan loves horses.
My youngest daughter Jenna loves cows.
Me? I love my daughters.
As we drove, I looked for fields. I looked for fences. I looked for barns.
And of course I looked for cows, but sometimes you see the markers before you see the treasure.
I spotted a marker. An open, fenced-in area.
And then I spotted the prize. A pasture filled with cows.
But we weren’t alone. A young dad with a two-year-old on his shoulders wandered across the road where we were.
And made a suggestion. An offer of connection.
He knew the cows’ owner. Kind of. He could walk us over, if we wanted him to, for closer encounters.
My maternal instincts began whispering, “We don’t know this man. Nor do we know the place he’s leading us to. Is this wise???”
But Jenna’s huge smile and a good gut feeling made the connection too inviting to refuse. “Let’s do it!”
The knock on the farmhouse door led to Mr. B coming out. We explained the cow mania. He was understanding.
The looking and the connecting led to the doing.
And the smiling.
And the interacting.
And the memory-making.
This Advent I begin a new search.
For Jesus’ coming in a fresh way.
I look in the Word. I look in songs. I look through people.
I can’t predict the connections He’ll make. But I know He’ll make them.
Connecting me to Him.
For the doing.
May it be for His glory.
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How are you looking for Him afresh this season?