Already Yours


“Have a good day. See you next time!” I smiled, gave a small wave as the customer fisted her bags and headed to the store exit. She was a regular customer, and I knew I’d probably see her next week.

I glanced at the time on the register. 1:44. My shift was almost over. Another face appeared in line, this one unfamiliar. I motioned her over, pulled on a smile. Her hands overflowed with trinkets and treasures.

The norm in this mecca of beautiful furniture, home décor, rugs, sheets, comforters, and even kids’ toys where I worked part-time.

This particular customer discovered two ornate crystal picture frames, a bag of granola deliciousness, and three alphabet-letter bookends. To my surprise, they were my initials! When I shared that, we had a fun chat about our names (totally different) as I rung her up.

During the transaction, I eyed the letter that matched my last name. A large, off-white ‘J’ with wood etching. It would go so well on one of my bookcases…

Stop. Nope. Don’t need it. No.

Working at a retail store that has the word ‘Happy’ as part of its tag line can be dangerous. When I started there four years ago, my husband cocked his head and gave me the Captain Obvious look. “Is it a good idea to work there? Will you actually bring a paycheck home?”

I had to learn two things: 1) Self-control, and 2) How to walk through the store with eyes closed.

But that pretty letter ‘J’ struck my fancy, and before she left the register I asked if there were anymore. She said yes, and I made a mental note to check on my way out.

After chatting with another employee I hadn’t seen in a while, I talked myself off the cliff of buying the letter ‘J’ that I didn’t really need.

Later that day, I dropped onto the stationary bike in our bedroom, a book in hand, set for thirty minutes of exercise. Halfway through, I glanced across the room and noticed a pretty, white and wood ‘J’ right smack in the middle of my corner bookshelf.

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Wait a minute.

I already own that J?

Memory dialed back, maybe a year-and-a-half ago. At work we occasionally carry the same items, months later. And apparently we’d carried that letter J, and it had caught my eye back then.

The very thing I’d focused on, wished for, wanted, I already had.

The thought made me grin. It’s already yours.

One of my favorite New Testament books is Colossians. It’s a potent little book that reminds believers that WE ARE COMPLETE IN CHRIST.

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“Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit, according to the tradition of men, according to the basic principles of the world, and not according to Christ. For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead bodily, and you are complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power.” (Col. 2:8-10)

Sometimes I get so caught up in minute details and overwhelming schedules and dreams bursting from my heart {writing stories that honor God and touch readers’ heart & publish said stories} that I forget I’m already complete in Him.

And we have all we need, because of Jesus.

Do you need strength for the day? Ask Jesus.

Patience with your children? Ask Jesus. He loves them more than you do–he’ll fill you with renewed patience and grace.

Wisdom to deal with a situation at work? Ask Jesus. The Holy Spirit will help you speak the truth in love.

Perseverance in a task–finishing a book, completing a project, reorganizing your house? Ask Jesus. God’s peace isn’t just for high stress situations, but for every aspect of our lives.

Don’t long for something you already have. You are complete in Christ.

Thank You for Your gift of eternal life and peace through Christ Jesus. Help us not take that for granted in our busy, busy lives, Lord. Keep our eyes on You. Amen.


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