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Girl In The Stairwell

Posted on January 15, 2015

It was a number of years back. A cold and snowy winter night, as I recall. My wife and I and our four daughters were enjoying a warm, cozy evening in our home. The girls were sprawled out on the living room floor leisurely multitasking. Playing a games, reading, drawing, eating popcorn and watching a Disney movie. my wife and I were relaxing in the easy chairs just taking it all in. As parents, we so enjoyed those Saturday evenings, unwinding from a busy week, everyone was happy and we were all together…..

Have you ever sensed the Holy Spirit tugging at your heart to do something out of your comfort zone, but you resisted? And then, after holding back with all your strength, you finally gave in? I’m afraid I  have to admit that most of my experiences with the Spirit leading me start out that way. Sadly, there have been those times when I have resisted Him and never took the next step to obey His call. I’ve regretted each of those times. But, when I have yielded to the drawing of the Holy Spirit, I have found that whatever it was He wanted me to do wasn’t so scary after all. And it feels so good to know that at that very moment, you are directly in the center of God’s will for your life. To someone who doesn’t know Christ and how His Spirit draws us, this seems ridiculous and  unimportant. The Apostle, Paul, explains it this way in I Corinthians, 2:14; “The man without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him and he cannot understand them.” But to those of us who know Christ and trust in Him, It’s a big deal. In Galatians chapter 5, in speaking of the fruit of the Spirit, Paul reminds us that since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. Now, remember, the Holy Spirit only moves according to the will of the Father. So, even if it seems like an insignificant thing to us, when the Spirit of God is tugging at our heart, He usually has a greater purpose than we can see from down here.

….. For me, as a father, those were special times, just to be at home with my family, all safe and warm.  If only Norman Rockwell could have visited us that night with his canvas and brushes in hand! I remember thinking, “it doesn’t get any better than this”. …. That’s about the time the phone rang. It was a local motel with a spa heater that was down and a full house of guests who were not happy campers after stepping into a spa full of cold water!  About the last thing I wanted to do at 9 o’clock on a snowy winter night was to leave our snug little refuge in the country and drive into town to work on a spa heater. But, the next day was Sunday and they were good customers, so off I went, complaining to my wife all the way out the door. “Why do motels always have breakdowns on weekends and holiday’s?” Looking back, I can see that my state of mind plunged from one of thankful bliss, into a pit of judgmental thougts and selfish desires. Needless to say, that wouldn’t have been a good time for a heart examination….. Or…. maybe it was???

Arriving at the motel, grumbling to myself, I gathered my tool bag and entered my usual way, through a side door that opened into a hallway that led to the pool room.  I stepped inside and was startled by the sound of sobbing! There on the back  stairway, was a young girl, who was obviously distressed over something. She sat, head in her hands, about six stairs up from where I was. With a glance, I estimated her to be about 14 years old. Denying that my heart ached for her, I quickly looked away and continued on with my mission. I thought to myself, “what a pitiful sight and sound”. She was crying so uncontrollably that she didn’t even stop when I walked in. Do you ever have a silent conversation with yourself? Don’t tell everyone, but I seem to do that quite often and that night was no exception. Well, maybe it was a conversation with God, but I was doing most of the talking… “That girl doesn’t want me to stop and talk to her…” I greeted the night desk clerk and made my way into the spa equipment room… “The stairway is poorly lit. I would scare her”… I checked out the heater. Found the problem… “What could I do to help her anyway?”… Walking out to my truck to search for the part I needed, I was wishfully wondering ; “maybe she’s gone by now?”… She was still there! Still crying… ” I found the part I needed and decided that I would enter through another door… “I have no idea what I would say to her?”… It took me 30 minutes to get the spa heater up and going. I told the thankful desk clerk, goodnight, and then said to myself,”get out of here!”  I turned, fully intending to exit through the “other door”, just as  a number of travelers from a small bus were struggling to get themselves and their luggage into the lobby. With no other option, I proceeded down the hall toward my usual door… “She has to be gone by now” I thought. … As I walked toward the door I could to hear the faint sounds of the “evening nightmare”, growing louder with each step I took. The young girl in distress was still sitting on the steps…. “Why hasn’t someone else heard that poor girl and stopped to help her?”… Holding back my emotions, most likely looking similar to a race horse wearing blinders, I burst through the door! I took a deep breath of cold night air and made a beeline to my truck. Once in my truck, I spoke out loud,”Wow! I’m glad that’s over.”… Or was it?

I pulled out my keys, but for some reason, I could not put them in the ignition. I starred at my hand,”Start the truck and let’s go!” Speaking as if my hand could actually hear me. I didn’t know anyone could cry for so long and so hard….”It’s just a girl crying, it happens everyday. NO!, I can’t go in there and talk to her! It’s not smart. All she has to do is scream and accuse me of something and then what defense would I have?”… I sat there, my breath fogging up the truck windows. With my hand I wiped a small opening and gazed out at the snow. It was like God placed in that opening, an image of the “Good Samaritan story”. Only I was the man in the story who refused to take a chance, instead, went out of my way to avoid helping the one in need. I had become the man with the hardened heart. God brought to mind my daughter, who was about the same age as the girl in the stairwell. I felt a pinch of guilt as I thought of my four daughters, home, safe, warm and happy. Was that all that mattered to me? I asked myself, ” What if this was my daughter in there? Would I not want someone to stop and try to comfort her?” I felt my resistance wearing thin. I was ready to switch roles. Softly, the Holy spirit spoke somewhere inside of me. ” Just go pray with the girl”.

Immediately, I got out of my truck and began walking with my eyes glued to the motel door. I began thinking, ” I hope she is still there.”  I didn’t have a clue how to approach her. ” God, tell me what to say!” As I opened the door, my questions were answered. I walked up to her and asked,”are you OK?” She looked up. Her hair was in disarray and her  eyes were red and saturated. Shaking her head, she responded,” I had a fight with my mom.” I asked her if there was anything I could do to help and she again shook her head. Then I asked,”would it be OK if I prayed with you?” She answered me in such a way that I caught a hint of pleading in her voice.”Yes”. We prayed. At this point it is somewhat puzzling to me. God has, for one reason or another, preserved the details of that night so clearly in my mind, yet I can’t remember much of my prayer? It was like the Holy Spirit took over at that point and said through me what needed to be said that night. I remember simply praying for her and her mother, and asking Jesus to make His love real to her. I trust the Spirit knew how to put the right words in the prayer when I could not do it…. You’ve probably already guessed that in the week that followed, I spent some extra time in the scriptures, especially Romans chapter 8. From that point on, I began to experience verse 26 in a more personal way. It reads,”The Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” The girl thanked me for praying with her and that was it. Suddenly I felt a release. A still small voice was saying to me,”you’re done. That’s all I asked you to do.”

I had lost track of time. Back in the truck I looked at my watch. I was only in there two minutes! All that resisting and God only wanted two minutes of my time. I prayed and wept for a while. Partly for the girl and her mother. Mostly because I was so ashamed of the way I had acted.  I had become more concerned about coming up with selfish excuses than stopping to check on the troubled girl. How quickly my heart had hardened. At that moment I saw the face flash through my head of someone who had once stopped to pray with me when I was hurting. I drove away, realizing The Lord had not brought me to the motel that night to merely fix a broken spa heater. He brought me there to fix my heart. At least for the time being. I wish I could say that I have never resisted His leading in my life since that night, but that wouldn’t be true. However, since that night He has given me many opportunities to pray with and share testimonies of His love with customers and others that I meet along the way. Maybe you have had experiences similar to mine where you have discovered that The Great Physician will make house calls, motel calls and anywhere calls just to do a heart examination at any time, 24/7.

Today, when I walk into that same motel to do a repair or just drive by. I pray for the girl. I often wonder where she lives? Is she married? Does she have children? Is she a believer? I don’t know her name, but God knows who she is… She would be in her late thirties now. Did those two minutes on that cold winter night, years ago, make any difference in her life? I don’t know if she even remembers. But I remember. I know those two minutes made a difference in my life. I came close to writing that night off to undesirable circumstances. At times like that it helps me take a look at Isaiah, chapter 55. It is an invitation to the thirsty. Check it out sometime when you feel like you need a heart check up. I love the way “The Message” translates the decree from God in verses 8 & 9. “I don’t think the way you think. The way you work isn’t the way I work. For as high as the sky soars above earth, so the way I work surpasses the way you work and the way I think is beyond the way you think.” Another translation reads like this,” My ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts are higher than your thoughts.”

Pulling in our drive, my headlights lit up up the freshly fallen snow like a Thomas Kinkade. The deer gracefully scampered across the drive and into the shadows as if to say,” the coast is clear! Drive on!” With the snow crunching under the tires, the truck rolled forward. I saw things in a different light than when I had left home earlier. Instead of looking like a square metal box with windows, our trailer house had now taken on a rather quaint appearance. Even the tires and concrete blocks that I had carefully placed on the roof, to keep the noise down when the wind blew, had become flowing drifts of snow.  I remember thinking, “inside that house lies my family. The perfect family.” Oh don’t get me wrong. We had our faults. We were the perfect family because God put us together and He doesn’t make mistakes. He knew we needed each other to love and to forgive and to laugh and cry with. Once inside, the only noise was that of the the furnace blowing it’s heat through the vents. A welcomed sound for I knew it was still working and keeping my family warm. My wife had left a single lamp burning for me with a note slid under it. Quietly, I tip toed into the girls rooms and watched them sleeping for a moment. I looked in to check on my wife, only to find that our Lab, Sandy, had assumed my position on the bed. She opened one eye briefly, before going back to chasing rabbits. She had that look that said,”I see you, but I’m NOT moving over.” …  ” What a blessed man I am,” I was thinking, as I carried my old guitar into the bathroom, so as not to wake anyone. I wrote the 1st verse of a song about being a father. This was a good day. One, I pray, that will always leave it’s imprint upon my heart.

Good Night & God’s Blessings Over You,

Bob

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Pure & Lovely

Posted on January 5, 2015

Hey, do you have your 2015 calenders up? We have a school calender that rolls into the next year, so that’s an easy one. We have a couple of family photo calenders. We love those, so they go up quickly.  Then, we have another calender that is special as well. It was from a youth fundraiser and has scenic photos with a scripture verse on each page. Most importantly, the birthdays of family and friends are on this one, so until those dates are all transferred to a new calender, the 2014  stays up.

The other morning I was looking at the snow scene and scanning the January birthdays when I glanced over at the verse for that month in 2014. It was taken from Philippians, 4:8. Speckled with snowflakes, these words were written in black on the side of a red barn; “Whatever Is Pure, Whatever Is Lovely, Think Of Such Things.” I knew in an instant, that verse was meant for me. My mind had become full of everything except thoughts of the pure and lovely.  I thought hard for a moment, and then I said out loud, to no one there. “You know what? I live in the real world. I have to think these undesirable thoughts because this is what I have to deal with each day. I can’t just sweep them under the rug and pretend they aren’t there. Can I?” Then I muttered,”God, You know I can’t always have pretty thoughts.”

I left for work. Throughout the day that verse simmered on the back burner of my mind. It’s aroma drifted in and out and around all that was happening in my head, breaking down my resistance to the truth and importance of Philippians, 4:8. On the drive home, I evaluated my thoughts. ” Too much junk. Ugly stuff! Like worries, problems, doubts, selfish and judgmental thoughts. These were not my friends. No, they were the enemy! They had infiltrated My Space!”

Driving into the brilliant sunset, listening to one of my favorite songs, God gently reminded me that it was my choice. I could let the undesirables stay, or I could replace them with pure and lovely. … I chose to replace them! Within a few minutes of purposely focusing on the most pleasant, pure and beautiful images that had been lying on the shelves of my memory, collecting dust, a flood of peace came over me. I asked myself,”why don’t I do this more often?” Now, I was ready to ride on to my castle and rescue my bride from her day of toil!

That night at home, I read the rest of Philippians, 4:8. “Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, whatever is excellent or praiseworthy, think about such things.” Verse 9 goes on to assure us that if we put into practice what we have just read, the Peace of God will be evident in our lives.

Just as I do, you live in the real world where there is no shortage of ugly thoughts. Of course, we cannot sweep all the unpleasant under a rug. However, I am learning that God’s plan on this is the best. Instead of allowing the ugly, the worst and things to curse to be in charge of who we are and how we act, if we invite the best, the beautiful and the things to praise into the forefront of our minds, they will help us deal with the undesirables in a way that honors God.

I urge you to try this experiment at home, but be forewarned, the results may be overwhelming! Have some fun, read this passage of scripture in it’s context and discover ways that you can apply it to your daily life.

The Lord spoke to me in a way I least expected Him to. From an outdated calender. Just imagine how He may choose to speak to you today, this week, this year? Be on guard for the undesirables who may be lurking in the shadows of your mind. If you detect them, blast them away with the pure and lovely!

Bob

The Facebook of Life

Posted on December 31, 2014

The long, stressful day was behind her. With her favorite steaming cup in hand, she made her way to her soft,”unwinding” chair. She had taken care of everyone else today, so it seemed. Now, this was her time.

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Laptop in lap, she was ready to stroll through the neighborhoods, over to the college campus, travel to distant cities, hike across the countryside and into the lives of friends and family. Excitement chased away the fatigue as she anticipated reading about and seeing what was happening with those God had placed in her circle of influence.  Oh, what fun to post comments and to share a bit of her day as well. Bible, notebook and pen by her side and with her spiritual radar on high frequency, she would look for ways to pray for her friends and maybe find a special verse to share…. She paused,”Lord, You know I can’t get out much. Even if it is only in a small way, please use me tonight to encourage a friend”.

But wait! What’s this? A new friend request! Hurriedly she read the request and looked intently at the accompanying photo. Speaking to herself, she said,”I know that guy.” Although, the photo didn’t match her memory of him. “We were friends in school…. I think?” Zooming in to try and see his eyes, fingers poised to accept him or send him away, she sat frozen for a moment. Then out loud, as if to affirm the action of her finger, she exclaimed, “DECLINE!”… “Sorry Buddy, same name, Not same guy.”… “Now.” Leaning back with a sigh of relief, she thought to herself,”On with my mission!”…

Has that ever happened to you? If you Facebook much, most likely it has. Did you know the Bible speaks of the first Facebook? Yep! I’m sure you have read about it in the book of Revelation. The Lambs Facebook of Life. OK, OK, so it’s actually “The Lambs Book of Life.” But think about it. Just as you alone have control over who is allowed on your Facebook page as a friend, God alone knows who his friends are and who’s names are written in the lambs Book of life.

Do you suppose God leads us to remarkable discoveries, such as cyber space, computers, world wide communication and surveillance and on and on to remind us of Him? Or maybe to show us how limited we are and how unlimited He is? Or how vital it is for us to trust Him in all things and with all things?

There is a movement across our nation to discount the truth in certain parts of the Bible, such as, the passages about the Lambs Book of Life. In Revelation 20:15, no matter what translation  you read, it is clear, “If someones’s name was not found in the book, they were cast into the lake of fire.” Just as with verse 27 in chapter 21. “Only those whose  names are written in the book will enter in.” How awesome it was as an angel took the apostle, John, into Heaven where he witnessed sacred events that were happening there. Then God inspired him to write it all down so that you and I can look through the window of the Word and see into Heaven. Now, it is up to each of us to accept or decline it.

In the simple, honest questions of a child, we are often driven to examine our own beliefs and look deeper into God’s Word to find answers. When our girls were little,they liked to ask the “deep” questions at bedtime. Like, “Dad, who writes our names in the Lambs Book of Life? Is it a bookkeeping angel? Are the names written in Jesus blood? How big is the book? How many pages are in it?  Will my name be in cursive? Will it be my name I have now or will it be my new name in Heaven?” I’m sure I stumbled around trying to sound like I understood more than I actually did. Andrea, in particular, once asked an intriguing question. “Dad, if two people have the same name, and one is a Christian and one isn’t, how does God know who is in the book? Have you ever noticed how fast you have to think when your kids ask these kinds of questions? Well, isn’t it reassuring to know that we are not only marked by our names, but also by the Holy Spirit when we come to faith in Christ. Paul puts it this way in II Cor., ch. 5. In speaking of our Heavenly dwelling, he says, “God has given us the Holy Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.”

Out of curiosity I did a census search the other day to see how many of “me” are in the U.S. alone. I came up with 1,901. That settles it! I’m going to make copy of my fingerprints, get a DNA sample and an image of my retina, put them all in a baggie and keep them on me at all times. Sound a little ridiculous? But is it any more ridiculous than believing that we can write our own name in the Book Of Life? When we trust in God’s Grace through His Son, Jesus, we are also trusting that He will see that our name is written in the Lambs Book of Life as well.

I heard a testimony of a woman and her husband who had been invited to a wedding of a bride and groom who were both from very affluent families. The news media had widely publicized the event and those who were invited wouldn’t have missed it for the world! The woman was honored to have been asked to sing at the wedding, but even more than that, she and her husband were looking forward to the reception which was to be one of the most lavish ever held in their city. They walked up the Victorian staircase that would lead them to the elegant ballroom. One of the two attendants at the ballroom entrance was holding a guest book. The man and woman gave their names. The attendant searched the entire list of names and then said,”I’m sorry, your names are not in the guest book. We can’t let you in” “What!” The woman said in disbelief. “We have to be in there. I sang at the wedding!” The attendant, once again, went through  the long list of names and stated with an assuring tone, “your names are not in the book. You will have to leave.” The woman and her husband were escorted down the back stairs to the parking garage. After a few minutes, her husband spoke. “What happened?” The wife answered,”I didn’t send the response card back because I was singing at the wedding.” … “I thought that was enough!”

There will come a day for each of us, as we read in Hebrews, 9:27; “Everyone is destined to die once, then face judgement.” I wonder how many, on that day, will respond by referring to the good deeds they have done, “I thought that was enough!” Why does it seem so hard for us, as people, to believe in the simple truth of the Gospel, even after hearing it over and over? We must trust in what God has done, not in what we can do. We are all sinners, everyone. We are not fit for Heaven because the best we can do is still laced with sin. Only by being forgiven and made clean by the perfect and sinless Son of God, Jesus Christ, in our lives, can we one day say, as we find ourselves before the very presence of God, “I am not worthy to be here, but thank you Jesus for being my Lord and my Savior!”  Can you imagine what it will be like on that day? Maybe we will hear a voice say, ” My child, look up!” And as we raise our faces, we may see an angel moving toward us, holding a book. Then we see it! In bold print, our name written in the Lambs book of Life!!!

So, the next time you go on Facebook, be thankful for your many friends. Oh! By the way, if you are not sure that God has accepted you onto His Facebook page as a friend, there is sure way to send your friend request and to know that He will accept you. It is the most remarkable technology ever discovered that can reach beyond what any computer can accomplish in the world of cyberspace. It is called, prayer.

… With the hours till dawn lessening, she closed her laptop. With her arms down to her side, head back and eyes shut, she melted into the soft cushions. ” Oh God, thank You so much for my friends. I am rich because of them. I am content, as difficult as things are,  simply because You are in my life and you have given me these friends to love. Thanks for the encouragement they give me. Thank You for what I have been able to do tonight…  And … most of all, thank You Lord Jesus, for accepting me as Your friend. … Amen.”

P. S. Remember: always RSVP to important invitations.

Especially the one from God!

Bob

*** A Christmas Poem For You ***

Posted on December 31, 2014

Greetings! Another Christmas season has arrived with all of it’s attractions.

May your days be guided by Christ’s love for you, not by all of the distractions.

When you hear singing of “Silent Night” or “Angels We Have Heard On High”,

Look up in wonder, as if you were a child, searching for a sign in the sky!

And on those crisp and clear nights when it seems you can touch a star,

Think. God created a new one, an invitation for wise men to come from afar.

Of course, this season of joy can be tainted with worry and stress, now and then.

Let it remind you of Mary and Joseph, on their difficult journey to Bethlehem.

When you hear of wars and violence and read of the evil in a world so defiled,

Imagine how God’s angels fought with the dark ones to protect the Christ child.

If depression and loneliness visit you often and then leave you alone and forlorn,

He, who knew this well, has freedom and victory for you. For this He was born.

Do you look with fascination upon decorations and lights, wanting them to stay?

Oh, there is One who can turn night into day and chase all the darkness away!

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If the miracle of snow encircles you, see how each flake falls gently in it’s place.

Then remember; dark sins can be white as the snow, forgiven by God’s grace!

Surely, there was someone you loved, who was close to you, but now is gone?

If you speak their name and the tears fall, know that in your heart, they live on.

May you find joy in giving to those you love, maybe even a child in a distant land!

For sure, there is a lot on this earth that isn’t right and much we don’t understand.

You may think,”What change can I bring to a lost and dying world? I am only one!”

Now, consider this question, would you be who you are today if not for someone?

Examine your heart and mind. Now find treasures God has discretely placed there.

Explore them and you will find they have no end. Go spread His love everywhere!

Oh, the wonderful gifts! From socks to tools and fun toys in boxes big and small.

I pray your Christmas includes telling a friend or stranger of the greatest gift of all!

He came wrapped simple and plain and was laid on the hay in an old cattle stall.

He became like us, lived and died for us, rose again and now has voiced the call;

“Come! Believe and trust in Me!” Follow Him into the Kingdom that will never fall!

That baby Jesus, has become the crucified, resurrected, victorious Lord of All!

Well, there you have it. Maybe you smiled or were bored or even cried?

My feelings, I must confess, are not mild and certainly cannot be denied.

I vow never to forget just how you’ve touched my life, one way or another.

So, it is in Christ, right now, I ask and claim for you, my sister, my brother.

The touch of God’s hand be upon you in this hour, wherever you need it most.

And that in the new year, it will be in the power of Christ that you will boast!

* Bob

A Bale of Hay and a Little Faith

Posted on December 30, 2014

It was one of those dreamy days of Autumn. You know, the kind that make you want drop whatever you are doing, go outdoors and just take it all in. Late in the afternoon my granddaughter, Faith, who would soon turn five, and I, along with our Yellow Lab, Logan, were playing in the field that adjoins our yard. The fall scene and the scent of freshly cut alfalfa filled our senses. For a moment of rest, I lifted Faith up on to a bale of hay and then climbed up beside her. As we sat there looking around, faith remarked, “Grandpa, this hay smells good!” AH! The light bulb came on. “A teachable moment!” I thought to myself. “I’ll teach Faith to be thankful for small things.” So, enthusiastically, I said,”Faith! Let’s thank God for this bale of hay we are sitting on!” As she purposely and carefully folded her hands, Faith responded with excitement in her voice,” OK! Grandpa you pray.”  I prayed, thanking God for the hay bale. Then I began talking, when Faith raised her hand to stop me. I looked down to find that she was still praying. First silently, then out loud. She was thanking God for everything her senses were picking up. A bird singing, a tractor, the dog panting, an airplane and on and on. She prayed with freedom and spontaneity, not caring what she sounded like. I had thanked God for what was on my mind. Faith was thanking Him for everything that her senses revealed to her. She had no idea that she had become the teacher and I, the student. As we walked away, I asked myself, “How many times have I walked by without taking notice, heard without hearing, touched without feeling, seen without seeing and smelled without smelling all that God has placed around me to give me joy and to remind me of Him?

Now, think about your little corner. is there anything you may have overlooked that the Father has placed in your path to remind you of who He is and of how much He loves you? Look back five years, or even one year. Who has the Lord placed in your pathway to make a positive impact upon your life, to remind you of who He is or show you how much He loves you?

When you have time, take the 3/10 test to find out how thankful you are or how thankful you could be. Take three sticky notes. On the first one,  record 10 times yesterday that you thanked God for something or someone other than at meal time. On the second one, list 10 things you taste, hear, see, smell or touch each day that remind you of the awesomeness of God. Then, on the third sticky note, write 10 names of people that God has placed in your life, to demonstrate His love for you. Place these notes where you will see them each day. If you can’t fill out the notes on the first try, then take 3 days to practice. Then come back to them to see how you do.

I am shocked at what a “Jeckyl and Hyde” I can be. One moment I can be a really thankful guy, then something happens and I become an ungrateful slob! The scripture instructs us, in Colossians 4:2, to devote ourselves to prayer and to be watchful and thankful. Colossians 2:7 impresses upon us to be a people overflowing with thankfulness.

Do you think Paul and Silas felt like being thankful and singing and praising God after being stripped and beaten and put into stocks? I doubt it. But they did it anyway and look at the miracles God performed. If we are honest about it, most of us need to clothe ourselves in gratefulness when we get out of bed in the mornings. I know too well that I do. The other day as our family celebrated Christmas, we formed a circle of thanks. There we were, seventeen of us, children, adults and one baby. Joined not only by our hands but by the love we have for each other as well. One by one, each shared something they were thankful for. As I listened to each voice and then we offered it all up to God in prayer, I was deeply moved. How can we explain what happens to us, inside, when we hear someone verbally stating what they are thankful for? Even in the midst of  struggles and the difficulties of life, do you suppose that when we purposely give God credit and thanks and praise for what He has done for us, that maybe, His greatest work is done within our own hearts?

  As the sun began to drop low and the shadows were becoming long and dark, faith and I slowly made our way back toward the house, stopping every few steps to examine another treasure of creation that God had placed in our path. I can remember thinking, ” I need to switch roles with a child more often.”Possibly, we could all learn valuable lessons about God by feeling through a child’s hands, hearing through a child’s ears and seeing though a child’s eyes.SDC12411

  So, if you come across a bale of hay, grab a child and pray and see what happens!… Ahh’… Can you smell the freshly cut alfalfa?

Bob