Yeah…that was me – sliding all the way across the ice arena on my belly in front of a crowd of onlookers at the ice rink about 10 years ago in Gatlinburg.
Oh, I had skates on but that’s beside the point.
Earlier in the evening my sister and I were in an elevator when a crowd of teens on a senior class trip got on with us. They were going to ice skate for the first time. They were so excited & asked us if we were going to skate. (Perish the thought !)
However….in my innate, oft misunderstood wit, I told them my sister was in the Olympics in the ice skating competition & she could teach them how to stay up on the ice. They were impressed. My sister was not – I could tell from the panic-stricken side glance she gave me. We could roller skate with the best of them so how hard could it be?
As the elevator door opened, they followed us to the arena (where our spouses were waiting in the dining area along with other couples from church). We tried to split off from our young cohorts, but they insisted we skate & skate we did. (My husband just shook his head & laughed nervously.)
It was fun for a bit, then the younguns decided to join hands and do a “crack the whip!
Guess who ended up at the end of the whip?
Thus explaining the opening sentence to this narrative. I was sore for a few days, but you know – that’s one of the best memories I had on that trip. My sister?… well, she got me back. She didn’t fall once & got the last laugh. Thank you Lord for protecting me from Me !
My little boy, J.R. was five when he knocked over the big Christmas tree.
I was in the kitchen when I heard the crash & knew immediately what happened. Knowing I would have a mess to clean up, broken decorations & a sick looking tree, I made my way toward the destruction.
On the way, I heard a mumbling noise & the cat scampered by in retreat as I rounded the corner to inspect the rubble. There, in the farthest corner of the couch, with his head under a pillow was my little boy – both hands raised in the air, praying loudly & fervently for God to forgive him and help him not get a “whippin’.
What can you do after seeing your little boy doing what you taught him? When you do something wrong – repent quickly. He did. Quickly and loudly. He knew what was coming though. No, I did not spank him, but we did have a long talk right before he helped me clear away the mess.
I think God is so merciful to us – right in the middle of our mess – when we need a whippin’ – He gives us mercy when we genuinely repent. He’ll even clean up the mess if needed – that’s how much He loves you.
“Delight is the Bethlehem shepherds dancing a jig outside a cave. Delight is Mary watching God sleep in a feeding trough. Delight is Joseph teaching the Creator of the world how to hold a hammer. Delight is a widow hosting a party with food made for a funeral. Delight is Jesus doing impossible things in crazy ways: healing the blind with spit, paying taxes with coins found in a fish’s mouth, & coming back from the dead disguised as a gardener. Delight is the surprise on the faces of street folks who have been invited the a king’s banquet. (I might add, that’s us – it’s waiting for us) Delight is the adultress walking out of the stone-cluttered courtyard alive, a scantily clad Peter plunging into cold waters to get close to the one he’d cursed. Delight is a father scrubbing the pig-pen smell off his son’s back.”
I guess the older we get, the more we recall past experiences with tempered melancholia. What seemed tragic in childhood, after mature reflection, seems somewhat sweeter as time passes. Bitter-sweet is an apt way to describe it.
My shepherd dog, Skippy, was my best friend. We were both born in Birmingham, Alabama. My parents got him when he was a puppy & I was barely walking. We loved each other unconditionally. I remember my parents telling me how Skippy saved me from toddling into a busy street by pulling me back by the seat of my pants before they could get to me.
Time wore on & we were living in Paducah, KY. I was in 4th grade & when we were at school, Skippy, would leave our house just off Schniedeman Rd. & go to my Aunt’s house – all the way to Park Ave. That’s a long trek for a dog, but he learned to cross the street with the lights & always made it back safely. She took care of him until he decided the visit was over. Most everybody on his route knew him by name.
One afternoon he came home sick & laid in the backyard for hours. Dad came home from work & said he had been poisoned & we would just stay with him until it was time for him to leave us. We didn’t leave his side. My Mom cried. We all cried as we watched him leave us. I remember it as if it happened 5 minutes ago. Daddy wrapped him in a clean white sheet & carefully carried him away. We buried him in the field right next to our house. I drove by there a while back to see if the field had been upset by new construction. It hasn’t been touched. “Consider the lilies of the field” has a special meaning to this woman who will never forget her best friend, Skippy.
Jesus didn’t rebuke him for unbelief – He SHOWED him the evidence he asked for! And Thomas replied, “My Lord & my God !” After this, the NT is silent about Thomas. Early church history claims that Thomas went to India as a missionary. He preached, worked miracles, and planted churches. Many of the churches are still active today & trace their founding back to Thomas – the former skeptic & doubter!
A time of doubt doesn’t HAVE to become a life pattern! We can still accomplish great things for Him. Faith grows & doubts leave if we remind ourselves of all He’s done!
He’s done so much for me I cannot tell it all – but the ones He brings to my remembrance, I cannot but tell it all!
Watching & waiting for HIM!
Animals are amazing. I was at the St. Louis Zoo one spring day & decided to visit the orangutans. I had broken off from the rest of the crowd and am so glad I did. If there had been a lot of people around this probably would never have occurred.
Behind a huge window were the primates – most were napping or sitting & eating what had been given to them that day. Over in the corner just out of public view, I noticed a slight movement & turned just in time to see a very large female nursing her newborn. We made eye contact instantly & I smiled & pointed to her baby.
She gently got up, walked over to the window & sat down directly in front of me. I was so stunned I dared not move. She kissed her baby & held it up to the window for me to see. I touched the window & nodded in her direction, held my hand on the window & smiled. She then grinned, held the baby to her & kissed it again.
I think about it from time to time & the wonder of communicating with such a magnificent creature who took time to show off her baby to another Mom who happened to be strolling through her world one afternoon.
He must have been about 12 yrs. old. We were driving toward Murray, KY after a spring rain & I noticed the end of the rainbow had to be fairly close. We turned down a little country side road & followed as near as we could to where we thought we would reach it.
After rounding several curves, we got to the top of a hill & there it was – just a few feet away. We got close enough to see the water droplets sparkling & reflecting all the misty colors. Just a simple, quiet moment in time.
God’s gifts are that way – not always trumpeted or heralding pompous grandeur – but echoed in a Mom & son’s memory – a wonder of God’s creation shared one day when they decided to venture off the beaten path & take the road less traveled.
I love Him.
Giants in small places…sounds conflicting doesn’t it? Feeding and nourishing the spirit part of us, no matter how small in stature or station we may be, is the framework for a spiritual giant. Each person in the body of Christ is important – even if we think we are overlooked or unimportant, God has us in His sight. I reached this conclusion while ON MY KNEES WITH A TOOTHBRUSH, CLEANING BEHIND TOILETS IN THE MEN’S ROOM at church. Thinking to myself, “this has to be THE most demeaning job”, I remembered the woman who washed the feet of Jesus with her hair and what He said to her. I decided not to complain. Our Father sees and knows all. He uses small, seemingly insignificant acts that have a way of nourishing the spirit part of us. Heaven probably documents them in ALL CAPS. He even uses small tools to perform large tasks ! Assignments that seem unimportant compared to others doesn’t mean they’re less important in the Father’s eyes. I love Him.
Some of the most miraculous, amazing things are accomplished by unknown people in obscure little corners of the world. In each of us, there is a spark placed there by our Creator, that when ignited, can affect thousands! My life has been touched by giants in small places. Small or tall, He will use us all – to proclaim His divine love, protection and provision.