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Thursday, June 18, 2009
Father's Love (Kathrese McKee)
Father’s Love
Kathrese McKee

“But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she’d find you someday
But it’s still hard to give her away
I loved her first”

So goes the chorus of “I Loved Her First” by the country music group, Heartland. This is a father’s song, the words directed to his daughter’s bridegroom, reminding the young man of just how much and how long the father has loved his precious daughter.

As I drove down the road, listening to my radio, the thought occurred to me that even before the girl’s father held her, even before she breathed her first breath, Abba Father held her and loved her and wanted the best for her.

Abba Father knows how hard it is to “give her away” to another, a priceless treasure to be redeemed at countless cost. Today, if you battle with issues of self-esteem and feelings of low worth, remember – Abba Father loves you first, last, and always.

“Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you even at my mother’s breast. From birth I was cast upon you; from my mother’s womb you have been my God.”
Psalm 22:9-10 (NIV)

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posted by gm @ 10:11 PM   0 comments
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Hide and Seek (Sherry Casella)
"Granny? Where are you?"

When I was small my parents both worked, so I stayed with Granny. Granny didn't drive -- didn't even have a license. If she went anywhere she walked or rode with someone else, so when I came to her house, she was always there. She'd step out on the porch, drying her hands on her apron and waving at me with a smile that lit up all of Dallas County. Granny had the unique gift of making me feel as though she'd been waiting to see just me all day, and now her day was complete.

So where was she now? I was dimly aware that she'd been at the sink, but how long ago was that? "Granny?" No answer. Panic rising in my 3-year-old voice, I called again, louder and more urgently. This wasn't a game! And if it was… well, wouldn't she have told me first?
"Granny!"

And Granny would crow from the next room, or the garden, or the clothesline, where she was ironing, picking something to cook for dinner, or hanging out clothes washed in the sink. I never learned to duplicate that answering crow, but I did develop an ability to hear it and locate her from quite a distance.

* * * * *

MeMaw, my other grandmother, worked full time, but every Friday she and PePaw would meet us somewhere and we would go out to eat for dinner… and sometimes I got to spend the night afterward. When I did, the weekend would be filled with fun "girly" things like playing beauty shop and painting toenails.

One day the security of my little world was jolted when, during her absence, we went by to check on some housekeeping detail. Mom pulled the key from the door, and I still remember running the length of the kitchen in joyful anticipation, calling "MeMaw! MeMaw!" But the house was still and silent.

Where was she? This was her house. She was supposed to be here! She had always been here before... Maybe she was in the bathroom, or the back yard? No, they were on vacation for a week, Mom explained. Remember? I vaguely remembered hearing that, but I'd been at home -- on my turf, not hers. Now I was where she was supposed to be, and she wasn't there.
The silence was deafening.

* * * * *

Three summers ago we took Jessica to college. And no, I didn't cry -- not right then. She’d gone to Junior Scholars the previous summer, so the drill was already familiar: carry bags and boxes upstairs… hook up a phone in her dorm room… give her wads of cash for no apparent reason. After Junior Scholars she’d spent a few days with relatives, waiting for us to return from a mission trip to Ukraine.

This time, though, it was different. Instead of crossing the ocean and skipping through Eastern Europe, we came home to the house she grew up in. To walls that have echoed and re-echoed strains of Bach and Beethoven… Tillit S. Teddlie and Tony Lewis… Walt Disney and Broadway. With three kids at home, the house still seemed empty.

Years ago, Jessica developed a game. Going about her business, she would sing a line from a song over and over (often because that was the only line she knew!). Eventually, tired of the broken record effect, I would chime in with the next phrase. A triumphant smile would spread across her face. "Gotcha!"

Soon this game evolved to include Shakespeare, C. S. Lewis, Bible verses, famous documents and movie quotes. Unfortunately, she hadn’t trained her siblings to carry on the tradition. After about 2 weeks I couldn't stand it any more.

Enter AOL Instant Messenger, and Cingular Wireless’ family plan. Free minutes. Easily accessible. She was as near as my next breath. And because it wasn’t a “land line,” the response was guaranteed.

"A hand for each hand was made for the world. Why don't my fingers reach?"
"Millions of grains of sand in the world, why such a lonely beach?"
"Where is a voice to answer mine back?"
"Where are two shoes that click to my clack?"
~*~*~
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments."
"Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove:"
"O no! it is an ever-fixéd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken…"
~*~*~
"For I am convinced that neither death nor life..."
"Neither angels nor demons..."
"Neither the present nor the future..."
"Nor any powers..."
"Neither height nor depth..."
"Nor anything else in all creation..."
"Will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

"Call to Me and I will answer you," God says in Jeremiah 33:3. He's never on vacation. He’s as near as your next breath. The minutes are free. The call is easy. He's been waiting to see just you all day.

And the response? Guaranteed!

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posted by gm @ 1:47 PM   1 comments
The Turtle and the Dove (Andrea Garrison)
I love animals, well most animals - anything that slithers or is green does not count. My house backs up to a creek and there is a wonderful hiking trail along the creek that I walk on a regular basis. I see all kinds of critters as I walk. Part of my journey takes me down a street that ends in a cul-de-sac. The homes along this street are grand and they all back up to a lake. One day as I was walking I saw a big turtle in the middle of the street; his shell was the size of a dinner plate. I said to him, okay you are probably wondering how I know it is a make turtle, well here is why I was 100% certain:

A. He was in the middle of the street meaning ...
B. He was lost ...
C. He hadn't asked for directions

Anyway, I said to him, "Mr. Turtle, you are going to get run over." He immediately drew himself into his shell. Obviously, I had humiliated him and embarrassed him. I picked him up, sat him in one of the yards (pointed towards the lake of course) and went on my way. As I rounded the cul-de-sac and came back to where I had placed him, he hadn't moved and he was just starting to peek out to see if all was safe.

A few days later I was walking the cul-de-sac and I noticed a beautiful little dove. As I got closer she didn't fly away, she just walked away from me. Okay, you are probably wondering how I know she is a female. Here is how I know:
A. She didn't seem lost
B. She looked more like she was "window" shopping - probably for a light lunch or something ...
C. She was calm
D. She was out in public and she looked good!

Each time I got a little closer to her she would just walk away, always staying a little ahead of me. I squatted down for a closer look and we stared at each other for a moment (yes, I did have grand illusions or maybe they were delusions, of being a Disney princess and all the cute little animals and birds would come flocking to me). I thought about trying to pick her up and move her out of the street but she didn't seem to need rescuing like Mr. Turtle. I truly think she would have let me pick her up but something compelled me not to. The next day as I rounded the cul-de-sac she was there. I know it was the same little dove because as I approached she just walked away ... I wondered if she had been out of the street at all during the previous night so I decided today I would pick her up and move her into the grass. Just as I reached for her she stepped slightly away from me, spread her wings and flew away.

I started to think about the differences in Mr. Turtle and Miss Dove and how their reactions to me compared to my walk of faith. Was I a Mr. Turtle? Did I, when the opportunity came to help someone in need draw into my shell? When the opportunity arises to share the good news of salvation, do I retreat into my shell and wait until I feel it is safe to come out? Do I stay "secure" in my shell? Am I intimidated when it comes to stepping out of my comfort zone in the name of God?

Or ... am I like Miss Dove? Do I walk among the lost and share a calming thought of Jesus' love? Do I spread my wings and fly to share the news of salvation and God's unfailing love? Do I stand my ground, unafraid and strong in God's grace? Do I overcome my fear and boldly speak of what God can and will do for all of us?

What are you? Are you a Mr. Turtle or are you a Miss Dove? I have decided that I do not want to retreat, I want to fly! I want to soar to new heights and I want to share the victories and blessings God has given me. I don't want to live my life in a shell. I want praise God in good times, have His comfort during the bad times and trust Him in all times. The choice is yours ... retreat or fly!

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