...is awesome beyond description! He loves me beyond words! He is tender and compassionate. He gives me the desires of my heart. He is constantly pursuing me. Yet, He is patient beyond anything I can imagine, forgiving again and again. He takes me by the hand and says, "Come with me, my child." I feel safe and secure for nothing takes Him by surprise and He knows everything about me. He leads me into the desert, away from other distractions, and speaks tenderly to me. He hears every cry of my heart, sees every tear that falls. He is constantly working for my good. He is for me, not against me!
"Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him." Isaiah 64:4
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Whose Cookie?
As I was looking through emails from the last year, I came across some "Dad" stories that were just too good not to share. Here is one of them!
An older couple joined us for lunch one Sunday noon. Food and conversation flowed freely. The gentleman loved telling stories. Just as the dessert was being served, he launched into yet another lengthy tale, leaving his food nearly untouched on his plate.
Dad, unhindered by the storytelling, continued eating, finishing in record time. As he finished the last bite he looked around, noticing the cookie on his neighbor's plate. As it was within reach, he decided to help himself, never mind that it already had one bite gone.
A cry of alarm went up from his daughters, "That's not your cookie! Put it back!" Confused, Dad quickly took a bite and put it back. Oh, no! Now what? Two bites gone but whose cookie was it? The storyteller graciously handed it back to Dad and after we convinced him it was okay, he happily munched away.
The interrupted story was resumed and Dad, finishing off the second cookie, found that still he wanted more. He quietly reached for another from the cookie plate in the middle of the table. Oh, dear!
We all had a good laugh and Dad got more than his fair share of cookies!
An older couple joined us for lunch one Sunday noon. Food and conversation flowed freely. The gentleman loved telling stories. Just as the dessert was being served, he launched into yet another lengthy tale, leaving his food nearly untouched on his plate.
Dad, unhindered by the storytelling, continued eating, finishing in record time. As he finished the last bite he looked around, noticing the cookie on his neighbor's plate. As it was within reach, he decided to help himself, never mind that it already had one bite gone.
A cry of alarm went up from his daughters, "That's not your cookie! Put it back!" Confused, Dad quickly took a bite and put it back. Oh, no! Now what? Two bites gone but whose cookie was it? The storyteller graciously handed it back to Dad and after we convinced him it was okay, he happily munched away.
The interrupted story was resumed and Dad, finishing off the second cookie, found that still he wanted more. He quietly reached for another from the cookie plate in the middle of the table. Oh, dear!
We all had a good laugh and Dad got more than his fair share of cookies!
Sunday, June 7, 2015
It Will Come
For weeks and months the work continued...pounding, dust, dirt and noise. I couldn't see but I knew there was work going on... the plastic was a temporary division to keep the dust confined. Now and then, I heard progress reports and I knew things were moving ahead, although it seemed long and slow. Occasional glimpses were given of what was to come.
And then...one morning I arrived to find the wall removed! The room was large and vast, much space before me. I stepped in with awe, almost as though on holy ground. And then he came and pointed out to me the desk in the corner. "It's yours, all yours," he said. I stood and stared, hardly daring to believe... a place, a place all my own! "And that's not all," he continued, "See that computer? That is yours to use as well. You will also find your own email account with your very own name. Pauline.
He continued on his way and I gingerly stepped over to "my" corner. I ran my hand over the beautiful, smooth, new desktop. I admired the large window, to which I could turn my gaze, when tired eyes need a break from numbers. I checked out the drawers, imagining what would go in them. I pulled out the keyboard and typed in my password.
And he said there was more to come, I mused. I believed him and yet, I thought, with some skepticism, How soon? As the day progressed I watched in amazement as "more came"! My own phone...Ext. 113 - Pauline, it said, bold and plain for all to see. A larger monitor was next, so much better than the first one. And a chair, a real chair they say is on its way.
There may be a lot of dust and dirt and noise going on behind the "wall". You may not see much progress and think what was promised is long in coming. Don't despair for one day you will be surprised that suddenly it has arrived and it will contain more, much more, than you ever dared hope for!
"Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him." Isaiah 64:4
And then...one morning I arrived to find the wall removed! The room was large and vast, much space before me. I stepped in with awe, almost as though on holy ground. And then he came and pointed out to me the desk in the corner. "It's yours, all yours," he said. I stood and stared, hardly daring to believe... a place, a place all my own! "And that's not all," he continued, "See that computer? That is yours to use as well. You will also find your own email account with your very own name. Pauline.
He continued on his way and I gingerly stepped over to "my" corner. I ran my hand over the beautiful, smooth, new desktop. I admired the large window, to which I could turn my gaze, when tired eyes need a break from numbers. I checked out the drawers, imagining what would go in them. I pulled out the keyboard and typed in my password.
And he said there was more to come, I mused. I believed him and yet, I thought, with some skepticism, How soon? As the day progressed I watched in amazement as "more came"! My own phone...Ext. 113 - Pauline, it said, bold and plain for all to see. A larger monitor was next, so much better than the first one. And a chair, a real chair they say is on its way.
There may be a lot of dust and dirt and noise going on behind the "wall". You may not see much progress and think what was promised is long in coming. Don't despair for one day you will be surprised that suddenly it has arrived and it will contain more, much more, than you ever dared hope for!
"Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him." Isaiah 64:4
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