The Presumptuous Ladybug

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An honest and transparent look at life through the eyes of The Presumptuous Ladybug, who feels a bit sheepish and a bit outspoken at the same time.

God thinks You’re Cool- An Easter Message

Today is Easter Sunday.  As I’ve gone through the activities and celebrations of the day I’ve been thinking about the implications as well.  The concept of Resurrection Sunday, as it is also called, can be hard to grasp.  If I understand Easter as fully as I’m able, it’s even a bit perplexing…

Why would God Almighty go through torture and death for my sake?  Why does he want a relationship with us that badly?

Why are we important to God?

GOD?!

You see I find it immensely easy to remember all the reasons I have been rejected in the past.  All the reasons I don’t quite measure up.

It’s easy to consider all of the ways in which failure and lacking dwell within me.  Perhaps you can relate.

All the ways in which we are not Most Popular, Parent of the Year, Best Dressed, Most successful, Employee of the Month, Prettiest, Smartest…

The list goes on, doesn’t it?

Many of us are more likely to win Frumpiest, Hottest Mess, Clumsiest, Nerdiest, Dirtiest house, Owner of Worst Behaved Dog, Most Likely To Be Forgotten, Most Anxious, Most Spastic…

I mean….why on earth would God want us?

What is more, why would he sacrifice his life for us?  Are we really worth it?  Are we really all that great?

We kinda aren’t.

And yet…maybe we are…

I mean maybe we actually are pretty cool.

We are created in God’s image, we think for ourselves, we have the ability to believe or not believe to choose or not choose.  We can be utterly selfish or totally self-sacrificing.  We have the ability to love deeply and trust totally…

We have righteous potential and somehow God sees past all the crap and sees everything we can be and everything he created us to be; and what he sees are beautiful messes so complicated and so multifaceted that the question moves from “Why love us?” to “What’s not to love?”

We are worth it.

The lie out there is that we aren’t worth it.  That we are too damaged, too fallen, too unlovable, too dirty, to odd, too socially awkward, too silly, too dorky, too ugly, too fat, too dumb…

But…they’re lies.

Lies we try desperately to fight against when we don’t have to.

Who cares what other people think!

The God of the Universe thinks you are pretty awesome!

He loves you, he wants you, he died to prove it.  And, because he is God, he overcame death so that death doesn’t have to hold us back or keep us down.  The Spirit of Death doesn’t need to have any power in our lives.  Our souls can be free if we walk with him; if we say “Yes,” to Jesus.

He thinks you are so great and sees all your beauty, ability, and potential, all he wants is for you to want him back; for the love to be mutual.

The risk was worth it to him.

The risk of rejection was worth it!

That is how deep his love is for us…for you…

“I am the Good Shepherd.  The Good Shepherd lays his life down for the sheep.” John 10:11

“Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life.  The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die.  Do you believe this?” John 11:25-26

All you have to do is say “Yes.”

“Yes, I accept your gift of friendship.  Yes, I accept you into my life.  Yes, I surrender and will let you be my peace.  Yes, I will let you carry my burdens.  Yes, I am not perfect.  Yes, I sin.  Yes, I need your forgiveness for rejecting you up until now.  Yes, I want you in my life.  Yes, I believe.”

Are you ready to surrender?

“If you confess with your mouth ‘Jesus is LORD,’ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” Romans 10:9

Believe and admit it.  Be willing to speak the name of Jesus.  Don’t hide your belief in him as if you are ashamed of him; that is all that God asks.

If you are ready to accept Christ into your life, don’t wait.  Do it now.  Then, let someone else who believes know and if you have a chance let me know so I can pray for you.

Peace be with you!

 

The Presumptuous Ladybug is Born

Author: Jacqi Kambish

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I love ladybugs.  I always have.  They are one of the few insects I find acceptable.  Insects have their place,  I recognize that and I can tolerate them doing their job as long as they stay away from me.  That includes most beetles.  As a kid, a summer sleepover could be ruined by beetle sightings in the house.  I just couldn’t sleep on the floor with visions of beetles or spiders (even worse) crawling around.

Ladybugs are different though.  A well accepted and generally tolerated beetle of bright red.  These little beauties carry with them a sense of awe and the possibility of good luck.  As a kid, I always found them a bit enchanting and I can’t think of a single soul who would stomp a Ladybug.   I mean, can you imagine that horror?  I am pretty sure anyone who would even think about stomping a ladybug is some kind of monster.  How do you stomp such a delicate and fascinating creature?  On the other hand, spiders and ants and the likes  can be stomped till kingdom come.  Stomp away!  Ladybugs are awesome enough to get a free pass.  Even most children admire them.  And, Ladybugs have more to offer the world than good looks and a chance for fortune.  They are extremely useful.  Gardeners sing their praises and commonly enlist their help.  So, ladybugs are kinda the triple threat of the bug world.  Beautiful, useful, and everybody loves them.  They are also survivalist omnivores.  They can be flexible when the situation calls for it.  Take that as you will but they manage themselves.  So, in a way, you could say that despite their sweet essence, there is a bit of fight in them.  They don’t just lay down and give up when life gets difficult.    Plus, they get to hibernate all winter which is perfect!  What I wouldn’t give to spend an entire winter snoozing in a warm comfortable location.

Honestly, I can’t think of a single thing to not like about ladybugs.  Just thinking about ladybugs brings a whimsical smile to my face.  When I see a ladybug I see everything that is good and sweet and precious and useful and beautiful in this world.  A ladybug can lift my spirits and remind me to pause and appreciate the good things this life has to offer.  And, no matter what kind of a day I am having, a ladybug sighting can bring a smile to my face.

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I was lost in thought as I absently chopped carrots at the kitchen counter.  Somewhere in the back of my mind the voice of my third child broke through, “Momma!  Momma!  Momma!  Momma! Momma!”

Shaking the remains of a fading thought, I turned toward the voice and spied my little Flower hanging on the refrigerator door and pulling to no avail.

“What is it?” I asked a bit more annoyed than I intended.

“Im Hungee!”  She said in her little three year old voice.

“I’m making dinner.  It will be ready soon.”

“No! I no want dinner.  I want snack!”  I shooed her away as I finished the meal preparation and reflected for a moment.  A tinge of guilt sprang up as I realized how often I get lost in my own thoughts.

I used to write.  I wrote a lot.  Writing was a way of processing and getting out of my head the things that rattle around in there.  For me, writing is and has always been an avenue for remaining positive.  I always found the good in things when I sat down and reflected long enough to write about it.  I haven’t written regularly in years.  There are a lot of reasons.  Life got busy, I got tired, and a build-up of sorrows too difficult to fully process left me without a voice.   As I stood in the kitchen I realized, that along with my protective wall of writer’s block, I had lost that positive outlet.  Something in me closed up and I couldn’t write but I also couldn’t really fully process.  I needed an outlet.  A grumpy haze had started to cloud over my view of the world.  It was time to return to the one process I could always count on to help me make sense of this life.  I knew I needed more than just a journal though.  I want to share hope and encouragement even when things are hard and they don’t make sense. I want to know that this life and all the experiences in it are not meaningless.  As the saying goes, “hope springs eternal.”  And, hope isn’t meant to be hidden.  It is meant to be shared.

 

“I might start a blog.”  I shyly offered my Husband that night as I flopped onto the couch next to him.

He didn’t look up from his magazine, “You know I’m not going to read it right?”

I sat up fully and turned toward him as he tipped the magazine down far enough to reveal the twinkle in his eye.  With mock exasperation I retorted, “You will read every word of it!”

We smiled at each other and I knew he would support me.

“I love ladybugs.  Maybe I will name my blog after ladybugs…”  I trailed off as I considered it.

“Is it a bit….presumptuous of me to start a blog?”

“Yes.” Came his reply.

I made a face at him.

“Well then….perhaps I should be… The Presumptuous Ladybug.”

 

I wish I could say that was all it took.  I thought about it and bounced a few names around.  I shared them with a couple close friends.  In the end, the presumptuous ladybug seemed to have more to say than any other and she took on a life of her own and she became mine.