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Praising God for memories

The Lord has been taking me back to my childhood this year.

Memories of things forgotten have resurfaced.

Today it was Mr. Hill and my first Sunday school teacher.

Unfortunately, I can’t remember her name.

I do remember, clearly, her story of what happens when you give your life to follow Jesus.

She said it was just like having a King.

You choose to follow Him and He guides your whole life.

I was thrilled!

I knew I wanted Jesus to be my King.

My mom helped me pray for that when we got home.

I don’t know if my Sunday school teacher ever knew she was the person who planted the seed.

Mr. Hill went to our church too.

My memories of him are very hazy.

What I remember most is holding his big wrinkled hand.

We would get out of Sunday school.

Our church had Sunday school for all ages.

Then I would run to where my Dad’s class was and I would walk with Mr. Hill, holding his hand, to Chapel.

Honestly, I can’t remember a single word he ever spoke.

I know he did, but I can’t remember them.

What I do remember is that I loved him and I knew he loved me.

He passed away while I was still young.

Because I couldn’t remember it my Dad told me about the last time I ever saw Mr. Hill.

He was at home, his health was weak.

Daddy had driven my sister and myself to visit him and his wife.

Dad told me I went in and sat next to his bed and just held his hand.

Evidently, I sat there for a while.

My father said he was so surprised that after I did that I told Mr. Hill my sister was going to come next to hold his hand.

Then I got up, went and told my sister it was her turn and she sat next to his bed holding his hand.

My father only told me that story once that I can recall, but it really touched his heart.

Mr. Hill went home to Jesus not long after that.

I’m so thankful for these memories and for the love God has lavished upon me through others.

My dad was so touched by my love for Mr. Hill, but I know I loved him because he loved me.

And I’m certain he loved me because Jesus loves him.

Throughout my life I’ve wanted to love others as Christ does.

To be that person who took the time to walk slowly to Chapel because a little girl was important.

To bless others with a smile and kind words, because they are so valuable to Jesus and therefore valuable to me.

To be purposeful about the everyday things which can often be of more importance than the scheduled events.

I’m so thankful to God for my Sunday school teacher, my parents, a whole host of others, and for Mr. Hill.

John 15:12 KJV — This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for this command. Please help me to love as You do, to walk in Your ways each day. Lord Jesus, thank You for the memories which I had forgotten. Thank You for so many people in my life who have loved and supported me and my family. Lord, I want to spread Your love to as many as possible, but I trust You to deal with the details and I will simply work on living daily for You. Thank You for everything You have done, are doing, and will do. Thank You for loving me. Amen.

My Refuge and Comfort

What do you do when awake in middle of the night, unable to sleep?

At times, fear lurks, tangling my thoughts with needless worry.

Yet, I’ve learned the most important thing to do is pray.

Psalm 46:1b NKJV — God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.

To hold out my heart before God and seek refuge in His love.

Psalm 62:8 KJV — Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Selah.

To relinquish my ideas and plans into the Almighty’s care and enjoy quiet with Him alone.

Often, He brings others to mind and I stand before Him in prayer on their behalf.

In my times of deepest anguish, in those moments of despair, in the times of desperation, He has been my constant Refuge.

His comfort was encompassing when my father died in a tragic accident.

His presence was my constant companion when my body was so wrecked by pain I could neither eat nor sleep.

He’s been my ever faithful, loving, help in these long days of illness.

His Word is true.

He is my Refuge and Strength, a very present help in times of trouble.

And although I have no idea how He is working this all out for my good, I know I can trust Him to do it.

What an incredible God, He is!

Psalm 9:9 KJV — The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.


A gentle heart


Every child is a special gift.

Every person has a unique calling.

Every human was created individually by God.

To each of us He gives a different blend of strengths and talents.

A gentle heart is one of the gifts He gave our Beth.

I was up very early this morning, because with the cold and snow our house is dependent on the wood heat.

When I awoke, I could tell our fire had died down.

Thankfully, I was able to get a new fire warming up the house before long.

For no reason in particular, I decided to go back to bed and the next thing I know, I’m blessed by breakfast.

(Beth would be unhappy with me if I let you think all she fed me was toast, fruit, and tea. I took the picture before she brought in the eggs and another plate of fruit.)

One of my favorite memories of our Beth is when she was on the door step of two years old.

Jase was a newborn and needed a change.

I laid him down and began to undress him.

Beth suddenly emerged from the bedroom with the wipes.

She had seen and understood my task and had rushed to help.

She’s still like that.

Her birthday is Christmas day.

(I was overdue ten days and scheduled to induce on the 26th.)

So as her gift to our family she cooked a huge breakfast of eggs, sausage, and pancakes. She decorated the table and made sure we had our choice of tea, hot chocolate,  or cider.

Her gentle loving personality is also a shy quiet one.

She doesn’t like crowds or large parties.

She feels uncomfortable meeting new people.

She’d rarely tell anyone when her feelings have been hurt, but would rather seclude herself to work through the emotions.

I’m certain God has a plan and a purpose for each of our children and created them with the gifts and abilities they will need.

As I watch each of them, and pray for them, I am encouraged.

Although they each have areas of growth, so do I.

When it comes to being a loving wife and Mom, I think of our Beth.

“Lord, please help me to have a gentle heart too.”