I have a pest control problem. It’s not in the form of rodents or roaches, squirrels or silverfish. No, it’s a bigger problem–a much bigger one–in the form of the red-headed 7 year old that lives next door–Sam.
When we first moved in, I found his frequent visits charming. I thought the nose prints that adorned my sidelights were endearing evidence of a little boy in search of signs of life within our house.
I chuckled as another neighbor told me of seeing Sam outside our door at 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning peering in intently. I was amused that he watched for our familiar SUV to round the corner and my children to start spilling out of it before making a mad dash across the front lawn to greet us.
But, then, something changed. And I was annoyed.
I felt like his family took advantage of my generosity and hospitality. I had my own children, my own set of problems and issues, and it wasn’t fair. I fumed. And, although I never voiced my complaints out loud to him, I’m sure the little guy sensed the shift in my spirit. I was justified, I reasoned.
After all, Sam would just open my pantry and help himself to snacks. How rude. He would whisper requests to my children and have them intercede for him and beg for him to accompany us on outings or stay for dinner or get another snack. He balked at my rules around naptime and homework time and having no food in the living room. I overheard him tell my children that I was ‘mean.’
And then, one December day, I heard a knock at the door and there, laid at my feet, was a ‘present’ of sorts. It was a gallon-sized Ziploc bag filled with a Diet Coke, a Coke Zero, a sugar-free chocolate pudding cup, an electronic SpongeBob SquarePants toothbrush, and a party favor from the dime section of Party City. On the outside, written with an ink pen in first-grade scrawl, it said, ‘to Abby, Daniel, and Jackson. From Sam.’
It humbled me. And it broke my heart.
Over the next few days, I thought about the contrast between the humble shepherds and the magnificent wise men. I thought about presents beautifully packaged with sparkly bows, of gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh, and about dirty, worn-out shepherds with tired sheep draped around their necks–shepherds whose only ‘present’ was their awe of a newborn King.
The truth is, I am much more like a shepherd than a wise man, and my offerings to my Savior are much like Sam’s. They are humble, a hodgepodge, used, and come without batteries. But, it is all I have to lay at His feet. And He tells me that He loves me and that it is enough.
I heard Ann Graham Lotz say once that every Christmas she asks Jesus what present she can give Him for His birthday.
She says the answer He whispers into her heart is always one that involves sacrifice.
As for me, I will be loving on the little red-head next door and praying for the supernatural love with which to do it. It is but a humble offering to the One who already has everything. It is my Ziploc bag, laid at His feet.
By: Kristen Etheridge
Photo Credit: Kristen Roedner; Faux-Toes Studio
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Sundi Jo says
Love this post. What can I give Jesus for his birthday? Thank you for causing me to think deeper about asking him that question.
Kristen Etheridge says
Fill up that Ziploc bag! Blessings to you this Christmas season…
Kim Duke Hopkins says
Love it, Kristen. Your words are awesome!
Kristen Etheridge says
sweet Kim, thank you.
Anonymous says
Kristen, how wonderful that you could turn something around and use it for good in the life of a young, impressionable child. You amaze us all…with your attitude and your writing!
Kristen Etheridge says
Thank you so much, dear one. I am a sinner saved by grace. He takes my imperfect mess and turns it into His perfection–the very best kind!
Katie says
We have a Sam…and a Samantha (names changed to protect the innocent). Now that I know they’re moving soon, my greeting is greater and I smile genuinely. What’s up with that? They may see the cute signs saying “In this house, we will serve the Lord,” but how am I showing that to them? Thank you, Kristen, for revealing my heart and showing me how I can offer a gift to God by accepting all of those He puts in my path, and in my kitchen! Through your humble confession, I discover the need for my own…thank you.
Kristen Etheridge says
It is easier to love when you know there is an end. Thankfully, our Father’s infinite love is the exact opposite of ours. Thank you for your comment and for your correct use of the direct address comma. 🙂
Stephanie says
Such beautiful words from a beautiful lady, inside and out. We should remember this during this time and all year long. It is such a blessing to me to have found you and your precious family. So proud of you today!
Kristen Etheridge says
sweet Stephanie, how blessed we are to have you all in or lives. #overwhelmingblessing.
Kristen Etheridge says
dude. *our
Amy Parsley says
Surely, we all have Sams in our lives. You remind us to not only love them as Christ loves us but to be ready for the lessons He has for us in those relationships. They will sanctify us (as you have beautifully demonstrated) if we will open our hearts to it.
Kristen Etheridge says
so thankful to call you my friend.
Elise Albert says
Thank you for this post! My husband has a guitar student, named Sam! He has become a bit like your “Sam”. He overstays his lesson time, often stays for dinner, hangs around for hours after the lesson. Just this morning, I was thinking about asking my husband to put a time limit on Sam’s guitar lesson as his ‘intrusion’ is beginning to annoy me. After reading about your “Sam”, I have repented and asked the Lord to forgive me for being selfish. This young man obviously needs something that only my husband and the Lord can provide! Thank you for this insight!
Kristen Etheridge says
The Sams of the world should unite! I am so thankful that you can carry my lesson from God over into your own life. I will pray for an extra helping of patience as you set that extra place at the table.
beth willis miller says
Kristen, I think maybe I was “Sam”… I wrote a little bit about my neighbor when I was nine years old in this blog post… http://bethwillismiller.blogspot.com/#!/2009/10/jesus-christ-in-snow-patterns.html
Tina says
I love your perspective on this. We have lived in the country for the past 20 years, but before that we lived a short time in a trailer park. I know how little neighbors can grab at your heart and generosity. They get themselves into your homes and slowly but surely appear to dictate their surroundings. Mine was a little girl from who-knows-where. She saw me outside tending my small flower garden, and just, I understand now, wanted/needed attention. She would show up frequnetly, eagerly walking past our place to hopefully spot me outside, and eventually knocking on my door. And this was before we had children! So it was just me to entertain this girl of say 3-4 years old. One day when she appeared to just be camped out at my house and requesting several snacks, I decided to have her show me where she lived. We walked and walked, down and around the corner in the trailer park. Their home was locked, as the girl pounded and yelled at the door. Her young mother finally came to the door and after explaining that the girl has been at my home, she thanked me and ushered her into the home. My prayers went out for this young girl and her siblings and many others reared in this manner.
These many years later and with my own children I could not imagine jsut letting my children wander and not knowing where they were. As I said we don’t live close enough now to people for this to happen, but I commend you for your change in perspective and using it as a mission field, one lading on your door-step!!!
Kristen Etheridge says
A mission field on my doorstep for sure–and yours, too! What a blessing I’m sure you were to that little girl. You weren’t just caring for flowers in that small garden, you were caring for God’s children! Blessings to you this Christmas season.
Kristen Etheridge says
A mission field on my doorstep for sure–and yours, too! What a blessing I’m sure you were to that little girl. You weren’t just caring for flowers in that garden, you were caring for God’s children! Blessings to you this Christmas season.
Tina says
I love your perspective on this. We have lived in the country for the past 20 years, but before that we lived a short time in a trailer park. I know how little neighbors can grab at your heart and generosity. They get themselves into your homes and slowly but surely appear to dictate their surroundings. Mine was a little girl from who-knows-where. She saw me outside tending my small flower garden, and just, I understand now, wanted/needed attention. She would show up frequnetly, eagerly walking past our place to hopefully spot me outside, and eventually knocking on my door. And this was before we had children! So it was just me to entertain this girl of say 3-4 years old. One day when she appeared to just be camped out at my house and requesting several snacks, I decided to have her show me where she lived. We walked and walked, down and around the corner in the trailer park. Their home was locked, as the girl pounded and yelled at the door. Her young mother finally came to the door and after explaining that the girl has been at my home, she thanked me and ushered her into the home. My prayers went out for this young girl and her siblings and many others reared in this manner.
These many years later and with my own children I could not imagine jsut letting my children wander and not knowing where they were. As I said we don’t live close enough now to people for this to happen, but I commend you for your change in perspective and using it as a mission field, one landing on your door-step!!!
Katie says
This is a powerful message, and one that needs to be revisited over and over. It is a humble gift to bring- when we die to self and give to others. I’m sure you and your family are a huge blessing to that little boy. Thanks for sharing your story.
Kristen Etheridge says
Thanks for reading and relating to my story, Katie! “It is a humble gift to bring when we die to self and give to others.” Indeed! Merry Christmas to you!
Jen @ Richfaithrising says
I have a little, “Sam” also! Have always had one (now as I think about) in every house I have lived in? Why does God bring us Sam’s & zip lock bags, & boundary stretchers that draw us past our comfort zones? Could it be to grow us, to help us, to bless us….more than any hope that we might have to be a blessing to them? Thanks for expanding my heart with your words! ~ jen
Kristen Etheridge says
Jen, I seem to be a magnet for “Sams” myself! I am thankful for these boundary stretching opportunities that grow and refine our love to be a little more like His bit by bit. What a great God we serve!
Piper says
A great reminder for me. That regardless of my annoying habits, my disobedience and my failures God loves me with an everlasting love. Something that I don’t always share with others. My husband and I work with children at church and over the past 12 years there have been a few children that really “wear me out” and really try us. But, God showed us a long time ago that the child that drives you the craziest is the one that probably needs you the most.
Kristen Etheridge says
mmmm….an everlasting love. I love that in contrast to mine that can be so conditional. “Jesus loves the little children; all the children of the world.”–not just the clean, obedient, and non-annoying. What a blessing the two of you must be to your church family as you demonstrate Jesus’ love in action!
Dee says
Again I hear from one with the heart of God. God bless you and your family this Christmas and everyday. Sam has been blessed by being your neighbor….
Kristen Etheridge says
Sam and I have been mutually blessed, my friend…as has my family by knowing you! Merry Christmas!
Dee says
Again I hear from one with the heart of God. Sam has truly been blessed.
Clara says
What a powerful post. Thank you for the reminder!
Merry Christmas,
Clara
Kristen Etheridge says
Thanks so much for reading, Clara. Wishing you and yours a very merry Christmas, as well!
Beth Williams says
Kristen,
What a wonderful perspective! It is time that we stopped thinking of ourselves and what we want for Christmas and ask Jesus what He would have us give him!
One thing I know for sure is he would love a generous, giving heart and this year my hubby and I sponsored a Salvation Army Child. It was easy to pick one off the tree go buy a few items and turn them in. Now I know that child will have a good Christmas!
Gail says
I had a “Sam” named Sarah who I pretty much raised right alongside my daughters. I felt the same way at one time, but I got over it, too. I still love and pray for her today as she is now a young mother herself. Too young and unmarried. I pray that God will water that seed that I tried to plant in her heart over the years. I don’t see her much anymore, but I will always feel like I have a third daughter out there. A little piece of my heart roaming free out in this world.
Katie @ imperfect People says
This is great. I thought of “kimmie” from full house. Well written. Thanks so much!
Lis says
Wow. I love your analogy. What a sweet, sweet story. And a good reminder for me as our family ministers to two fatherless boys who only want to be in our home. May it never be annoying, Lord.