Leaving traces….

Yesterday, I went into our guest bedroom to find something. What with Covid and the travel restrictions, it’s not seen a lot of guests in the last year or so and has become rather a dumping ground for all sorts of family mess. However, it seems that one member of the family has been sneaking in there for her day time naps. The rascal.

She wasn’t in there at the time but the evidence of her was clearly visible. She had made herself a little nest on my red tablecloth (I did say all sorts of stuff had been left in that room) and traces of her were very visible on that red tablecloth. White cat hairs everywhere. I definitely knew she had been there. She had left traces….

So for those who know me through my writings, you’ll know that these seemingly random things always get me thinking. Leaving traces was the words that came to me. Do I leave traces of my presence behind? What about you? Would someone know that I’d been there before.

There is a beautiful verse in Acts about Peter and John.

When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realised that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished and they took note that these men had been with Jesus. Acts 4:13

I pray that people will know that I have been with Jesus too and that I leave traces of Jesus behind me wherever I go. That’s my desire today for me and I hope for you too. May they say about us “ they have been with Jesus”.

Have a blessed day my friends. One more cheeky picture of the cat to make you smile.

Oh ok another one, you twisted my arm