I Know Whom I Have Believed...

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Remembering the Promises

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You asked me around 9 am this morning if I remembered what I was doing 39 years ago at this time...and I couldn’t answer your question.

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I remember I had been awake for hours already and was getting ready to “go get married” later that afternoon but the details of that last unwed morning elude me.

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Ah, dear husband, how sweet to grow old with you and be forgiven for memory lapses...but while my mind can’t hold on to every little thing...what’s important is stored in my heart forever.

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"You cannot return to a time,
but you can return to a place where promises were made."
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While standing before God as He blessed us with the words of that little preacher man, we promised to have and to hold, from that day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as we both lived.

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We have kept those promises...and more...these 39 years…

We have shared:
  • Perfect harmony and intense debates over our opinions
  • Joy at welcoming our 3 boys into our lives
  • Thankfulness for the daughters those boys chose
  • Amazement at how smart and hilarious our grandkids are
  • Laughter at the antics of your bothers
  • Grief when we couldn’t hear their voices anymore
  • Tears as we said goodbye to loved ones who left empty chairs around the table
  • Pain in our bodies and bewilderment in our minds as so called perfect plans failed 
and so much more...to fulfill those promises... 

We have seen each other sink into sand up to our knees and then climb up onto that Solid Rock...

I had to see you thrown into the lion’s den, and while it nearly broke your body, you came out stronger in spirit than ever...

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So now there is a storm...with thunder rumbles and lightening bursts...and wind so strong our umbrellas turn inside out...

We can no longer rely on our own understanding for 
anything and everything

BUT

 3 things remain always:

FAITH
in the One who knows us best
and knows what is best
to bring about His will for our lives

HOPE
that things will turn out alright in the end
because what the Lord created on August 9, 1977
will always be in His hands
and we can trust that the next chapter in His story for us
will be so much more than we can ever imagine...

and especially
 
LOVE
for Him
and you
and me
and us
and we
and forever and ever, amen!

And that's a promise!

Trust steadily in God,
hope unswervingly,
love extravagantly.
And the best of the three is love
.


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Sunday, June 19, 2016

If You Are Looking for a Hero

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“Those who say that we're in a time
when there are no heroes , 
they just don't know where to look.”

RONALD REAGAN, First Inaugural Address, Jan. 20, 1981
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All dads are not heroes...

All heroes are not dads...

Blessed are those who have both!

According to the dictionary, “dad” is the informal version of “father” and a “father” is a man who has begotten a child.

A hero is defined as a person who is admired for great or brave acts or fine qualities.

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote:

A hero is no braver than an ordinary man,
but he is braver five minutes longer.

Let me share a story...

Once upon a time there was a good man.

One day the Lord chose him

to be the daddy of a little girl.

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God entrusted this good man - and now great daddy - to raise his daughter to recognize the attributes of the Lord, so she would know from the very start that unconditional love, mercy and grace were the foundations of life.

And so the daddy obeyed

and watched

and loved

this apple of his eye..

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He became her protector,

her guardian,

and her defender.

Nothing escaped his watchful eye and the little girl grew up knowing love that would lay down its life for her.

The daddy was delighted...but sometimes saddened...to see his daughter venture out and spread her wings. Sometimes he allowed her to wander knowing struggles would send her back into his arms and that hard lessons learned would help her grow strong.

And then there were times she thought she knew more than him... and after he had lovingly corrected her, he endured moments of heartache as the mercy he so desperately wanted to freely give was ignored and then only half-heartedly accepted.

Those were the times the daddy didn’t know

- that even thru her tears -

his daughter

respected him for the discipline

admired him for his principles

and

loved him more than ever.

In her eyes - 

he was her hero.

She always felt safe...whether sleeping in his arms as a baby...living under his roof as a teenager...or taking another man’s name as her own and moving away.

Her daddy remained her hero...

And because of this daddy’s great love and sacrifice,

she readily accepted that

the Creator of everything

the God of angel armies

the Rock of Ages

El Shaddai

Jehovah

was truly a merciful and loving Heavenly Father...

and that any time day or night she could run to Him calling out

Abba, Abba

and as His cherished child be welcomed home in a loving embrace that would never let go.

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So as the daughter blessed to be given the treasure of a God-fearing and obedient daddy, let me say:

Thank you for your love and never ending support.

Thank you for all the advice...the many rescues...and even the sarcastic jokes that made me groan and roll my eyes.

Thank you for being my rock and keeping me steady on this adventure called life.

He reached down and drew me
from the deep, dark hole where I was stranded,

mired in the muck and clay.


With a gentle hand, He pulled me out
To set me down safely on a warm rock;


He held me until I was steady enough
to continue the journey again.

 Happy Father’s Day

Daddy!

You are...

and always will be...

my hero!

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