I try to notice.
I. really. do.

I try to see what God is saying in the "everyday" stuff.
It's almost Easter, and the I can't miss all the CANDY!
Chocolate and I are friends. Close friends. We get along famously.
But there is one thing that just sends shivers up my spine..
You know what I'm talking about.
Those "mystery chocolates," the ones that you are afraid to bite into for fear of what you'll get. Every once in awhile it's a nice chocolate cream filling but other times it's a jelly like substance, not fit to be paired with chocolate. Or the lovely "toothpaste" explosion, again not fit to be paired with chocolate.
But WORSE than a mystery chocolate, is a HOLLOW one!
Ever gotten one of those? I did. Every. Single. Easter.
The anticipation of a SOLID chocolate egg bitten into, shattered by the hollowness of nothing.

It was there, right in front of a Target endcap that the message came to me. Imagine that, God speaking to me a Target store. Amidst the commercial chocolate candy, God piped up and spoke to me in chocolate.
"Pssst, yeah you standing there on aisle 4....What kind of "chocolate faith" do you posses?? Are you a mystery to those you meet? Never really sure what they are going to get. Not sure of what's really on the inside. Looking good from the outside but go beneath the surface only to reveal "yucky jelly filling." You know the flavors Lori...pride, judgment, apathy.
OR
Worse yet, Lori, are you of the hollow faith sort.
The faith that LOOKS solid but when tested crumbles and disappoints."
I thought about it awhile. Stood right there in the aisle, pondering these Divine questions. Then I remembered it.
Each Easter, amidst the jelly beans, peeps, and hollow eggs, I would faithfully find a SOLID CHOCOLATE CROSS in my Easter basket.
I never paid much attention until today.
A SOLID CHOCOLATE CROSS.
SOLID through and through.
You know, THAT is the kind of chocolate I want to be. As solid on the inside as on the outside.
The only way for me to be a "solid chocolate" kind of gal is to cling to the "solid cross."
That's all there is to it. Talk about authentic faith. Jesus met me right where I was. Right on the aisle 4 endcap.
We live in a world of imitations. Plenty of chocolate out there to distract me. Some of those hollow chocolates are even packaged up "all pretty," and they disappoint, every time. None will every be as satisfying the way a SOLID chocolate will.
That's what HE was.
HE was real. No hiding who HE was. There was never a doubt about how HE lived. Scripture tells us that. No jelly filling in Jesus. That's what AUTHENTIC looked like.
HE certainly wasn't hollow. When tested he stood firmly on solid ground. Endured the temptations of this world and walked surely in the knowledge of WHO HIS Father was. Knowing each step of the way, HIS WILL WOULD BE DONE.
Hollow?
Certainly not.
SOLID.
Jesus Solid.
That is what I want to be.
SOLID.
It's not always easy. It's often easier to "look" solid and be full of something that no one really wants or worse yet, be hollow.
I'm working on solid.
I've got a ways to go.
Here's the amazing part....He's willing to MOLD me! In fact He'll sometimes have to break me and remake me to remind me of just how hollow I am. Then, as He helps me pick up the pieces, He reminds me just how SOLID I can be.
Solid.
Jesus.Solid.