God's Boys will be good boys!
We were at Grandma Camille's house, for a holiday cookout. Those days are much a blur, because of the Grandmas and grandpas who were in and out of hospitals and such. We had little time to concern ourselves with things, except making appearances, between ministries and work and homeschooling and ailing parents. This had been one of those days, very tiring. Having to visit family here and there and everywhere. We stopped at 120th. There was fried chicken and we were socializing as usual. Mom {my mom} said let's take a picture with Gramps{her father}. When I looked down, you{En} were attached to my leg and crying. I don't want to take a picture, my throat hurts. Oh my, now my mind thought that you were being sassy. Tears came to your eyes. Mommy, my throat hurts. I said honey we are going home now, let us take the picture and go home. No mommy my throat hurts. I looked in and saw nothing at the moment. We took the picture and got into the car. The whole drive you were complaining, among the other wimpers of the children about this or that controversy with cousins and such.
You were so persistent, that when we got into the house your dad took out a flash light so that we could see more clearly what was going on in your throat. Horror hit my insides, when I saw a chicken bone sticking in the back of your throat. Way too far for us to reach and it was lodged in there. I am glad to know what it is you said. I thought that was a very strange response to what was terrifying me and filling me with a constant thread of maternal guilt. Why didn't I get a flashlight at my mom's? and questions like these swirled in my mind as we got the coats back on and flew to the hospital. You weren't crying now, you had gotten used to the sense of that horrible thing. I was. Everytime I see that picture of you and me and my mom and Gramps, I remember the misdiagnosis of a hurried mother. I do love my son and I am caught, sometimes between responsibilities and can't diagnose the severity of the complaint, as I ought.
We got your throat xrayed and the doctor numbed your throat and pulled that horrid thing out, to our relief.
Remembering the mis-hits and the blunders of waisted time and missed opportunities are par for the course in middle passage days. I hope that you know that we love you and that our communications to you, in your young manhood is frought with the desire to see you live your life for God's glory. Learning how to take the challenge and communicate the intensity of the situation earnestly is the learning that we have to take from that remembrance.
You are cut from my apron strings, these days and you would no more eat a boney piece of chicken than anything else you don't like and now, maybe you understand a little of why you have this sense of concern at eating this or that thing.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
What may be happening when Heaven is silent...
God's Boys will be good boys!
Praise to God and adoration, when I watched Cece's show on the TBN. What an encouragement to those who have been afflicted and who intend to serve and worship God inspite and bring the sacrifice of praise.
The Word of God from Donnie was certainly for me in this New Year. Although all hell breaks loose and attempt to tear your soul in some circumstances. He acted out how the devil can knock you to your knees. What a powerful position that is. He showed that the angels have to even move out of the way from helping you in your praise, when God is "fittin'" to inhabit the praises of His people. God is going to take over your conflict and the silence is the angels moving out of His way. What a beautiful picture of the love of God, in grief and pain. I can relate to that picture. Lord, I don't like my circumstances and I am not asking you for it, as some people discuss in a certain way that I find highly abrasive to the ailing and longterm ill person. I know the messengers of grief and pain are sweet, as the song says, but, I am not mature enough to embrace that truth with my heart yet. I could see what Donnie was saying, though. God coming to crush the messengers of grief and pain, in my praise. I can relate to that. I want it off me. I want that deliverance of these pains and ills. Soon I will be done with all the troubles of the world. Living has its share of griefs, I know. But, I was blessed in my soul to imagine from God's Word. I can think of 10 examples in Scripture where God did exactly that{Old and New Testament}. Daniel was my favorite one, but Donnie showed that God couldn't inhabit the praises of the OT saints as He can now, because of Redemption. Halleluia, what a Savior. Working together for my good, means that my brokenness is not from a capricious and heartless source who stand aloof from my plague. {It sounds like that to me, when some people talk about God, who are not akin to strife and conflict and physical or mental struggle} That may be my infirmity, but God packed the praises of His people on that TBN show with a message that was healing and health to my bones. I am grateful for people who know and love Him and are willing to give the Word to His people.
Praise to God and adoration, when I watched Cece's show on the TBN. What an encouragement to those who have been afflicted and who intend to serve and worship God inspite and bring the sacrifice of praise.
The Word of God from Donnie was certainly for me in this New Year. Although all hell breaks loose and attempt to tear your soul in some circumstances. He acted out how the devil can knock you to your knees. What a powerful position that is. He showed that the angels have to even move out of the way from helping you in your praise, when God is "fittin'" to inhabit the praises of His people. God is going to take over your conflict and the silence is the angels moving out of His way. What a beautiful picture of the love of God, in grief and pain. I can relate to that picture. Lord, I don't like my circumstances and I am not asking you for it, as some people discuss in a certain way that I find highly abrasive to the ailing and longterm ill person. I know the messengers of grief and pain are sweet, as the song says, but, I am not mature enough to embrace that truth with my heart yet. I could see what Donnie was saying, though. God coming to crush the messengers of grief and pain, in my praise. I can relate to that. I want it off me. I want that deliverance of these pains and ills. Soon I will be done with all the troubles of the world. Living has its share of griefs, I know. But, I was blessed in my soul to imagine from God's Word. I can think of 10 examples in Scripture where God did exactly that{Old and New Testament}. Daniel was my favorite one, but Donnie showed that God couldn't inhabit the praises of the OT saints as He can now, because of Redemption. Halleluia, what a Savior. Working together for my good, means that my brokenness is not from a capricious and heartless source who stand aloof from my plague. {It sounds like that to me, when some people talk about God, who are not akin to strife and conflict and physical or mental struggle} That may be my infirmity, but God packed the praises of His people on that TBN show with a message that was healing and health to my bones. I am grateful for people who know and love Him and are willing to give the Word to His people.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
It is my humble opinion..
God's Boys will be good boys!
That a great Pastor is like a conductor. Who directs the people of God to act in symphony to do the will of God, in beautiful concert with one another. He invites, as it were for them to play their family instrument for God's glory, in the world. He invites them in on cue and shuts them up, when they are playing out of turn. God has a beautiful symphony that He is playing with the instruments of His Church. Finding the will of God and doing it, is the key!
That a great Pastor is like a conductor. Who directs the people of God to act in symphony to do the will of God, in beautiful concert with one another. He invites, as it were for them to play their family instrument for God's glory, in the world. He invites them in on cue and shuts them up, when they are playing out of turn. God has a beautiful symphony that He is playing with the instruments of His Church. Finding the will of God and doing it, is the key!
Friday, November 5, 2010
Who is Aiming you, my son?
God's Boys will be good boys!
In Proverbs 5:21, it is clear that the ways that you go are pondered by the Lord. It is as though God is looking at men as His gun. Where are you aiming yourself? Are you aiming yourself to the good of the next generation? Are you aiming yourself for the development of love and honor? Then, you are His gun and He takes pleasure in your ways, cleans and sharpens you. But, if you lend yourself to the love of your own ways and not family and growth for the next generation, You may never know His hand upon you. That would be the worst judgement of all. Do you sit in the holster and wait for the direction of the Lord? Do you wait in the quiver of home and wait for the help of the Lord in your direction? Know His ways and sense His direction and help upon your life. It is direction to love and grow your family and live to His glory in the world. There is really nothing better than to know that about yourself. Am I God's gun?
In Proverbs 5:21, it is clear that the ways that you go are pondered by the Lord. It is as though God is looking at men as His gun. Where are you aiming yourself? Are you aiming yourself to the good of the next generation? Are you aiming yourself for the development of love and honor? Then, you are His gun and He takes pleasure in your ways, cleans and sharpens you. But, if you lend yourself to the love of your own ways and not family and growth for the next generation, You may never know His hand upon you. That would be the worst judgement of all. Do you sit in the holster and wait for the direction of the Lord? Do you wait in the quiver of home and wait for the help of the Lord in your direction? Know His ways and sense His direction and help upon your life. It is direction to love and grow your family and live to His glory in the world. There is really nothing better than to know that about yourself. Am I God's gun?
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Facebook Friends.
God's Boys will be good boys!
I know that I am dating myself, by discussing Facebook with you. I make fun and act like I am computer illiterate. I am not illiterate on the Facebook. I am just very slow. I love the progress. I love that young people find it amusing and entertaining to keep tabs on hundreds of people and their doings daily. They communicate their heart and they read others' hearts. It is a very violating thing, to me, or seems so. The wise person studies how to answer. We must be aware of the importance of the heart communication and the accepting of people as friends and acquaintances. Just trying to pray for all of your facebook friends is a chore, all by itself. Each relationship is a stewardship from God and the most important of all stewardship. God says that you have a responsibility to the people that you know and accept into friendship. Are you minimizing the word friendship? Are you aware of the difference between an acquaintance and a friend? Are you able to maintain the discipline of communicating with this many people? It makes me very uncomfortable to be in acquaintance and accessibility to so very many. I know that this is progress and fully accepted by most people, but I encourage you to scrutinize the use of your time on these facilities and the engagement of your heart in real and imagined relationships. Is it searing our consciences not to be sensitive to the real needs of others? We know alot of people and do we really communicate with God.
Suggestion: monitor the time you spend on the Facebook. schedule your time and attention on this.
I know that I am dating myself, by discussing Facebook with you. I make fun and act like I am computer illiterate. I am not illiterate on the Facebook. I am just very slow. I love the progress. I love that young people find it amusing and entertaining to keep tabs on hundreds of people and their doings daily. They communicate their heart and they read others' hearts. It is a very violating thing, to me, or seems so. The wise person studies how to answer. We must be aware of the importance of the heart communication and the accepting of people as friends and acquaintances. Just trying to pray for all of your facebook friends is a chore, all by itself. Each relationship is a stewardship from God and the most important of all stewardship. God says that you have a responsibility to the people that you know and accept into friendship. Are you minimizing the word friendship? Are you aware of the difference between an acquaintance and a friend? Are you able to maintain the discipline of communicating with this many people? It makes me very uncomfortable to be in acquaintance and accessibility to so very many. I know that this is progress and fully accepted by most people, but I encourage you to scrutinize the use of your time on these facilities and the engagement of your heart in real and imagined relationships. Is it searing our consciences not to be sensitive to the real needs of others? We know alot of people and do we really communicate with God.
Suggestion: monitor the time you spend on the Facebook. schedule your time and attention on this.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Driving Class! Drivers Ed?
God's Boys will be good boys!
What are you driving at? Where are you driving to? These are not the questions yet. You are going to driving class. What kind of driver will you be?
"What, my son..."
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Here we are in Sophomore Year.
God's Boys will be good boys!
A "wise-moron" literally, what an accurate depiction of Sophomore year. I am not calling you a smart-alec, but whoever coined that phrase for the second year of study, was a student of the mind. Questions and answers for everything, it is as though the mind says, I want to study, but I don't want to learn. Knowing enough to make you smarter, but not enough to make you an expert. Help us Lord negotiate through the sophomoric in our thinking.
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