The Rain Came

Each weekend at VUU, you would sit in my arms and as ask me to tell you a story.  I know it doesn’t happen much anymore, but today, I publicly give you a story to celebrate 18 years of marriage.  Don’t worry, the interpretation will follow 🙂
Discouraged,
A King went to a private place
To silence the noise,
He was experiencing a drought
That brought a kingdom to its knees,
For days and weeks, nothing would sprout,
And the things that broke through
would wither away,
Decades of hard work would waste away,
As the kingdoms treasures began to wither away, IMG_0207
As the vibrant king slowly began to decay,
His crown too big for his head,
Once a perfect fit,
Now sat around his neck
Certainly headed for his waist,
What once crowned his head,
Would eventually adorn his hips,
As the praise from his heart,
Dissipated from his lips,
He bowed low,
With his head between his knees,
Crying out for rain,
The ground wet with his tears,
His shirt damp from his tarry,
His knees blistered from the weight of his temple,
His face smooth from the ground,
As though foundation had been gently applied,
His voice bore out the ground,
As he screamed for change,
His voice grew weary,
As his praise began to fade,
But his faith gave him the power,
And with determination,
He cried out
Until his screams were too low for human ears,
But his passionate plea brought forth his reality.
Rising from his knees,
He looked towards the heavens,
Reaching his hands up
As if to grasp what was his,
He walked away from his praying grounds,
Certain that death was waiting,
As the sun warmed his face,
A voice warmed his heart.
The melodious sounds of rain
Glimmered through the noise,
Creating silence through a quiet still voice.
Its tone customized to his mind,
Brought dew to his grounds,
And a smile to his face,
He captured each word,
Hydrating his fields,
Softening the ground,
He tilled his soil,
Collecting each word as droplets for his harvest,
Seeds were planted on each row,
As he gained confidence
That the dew was the sign of the coming rain,
A loud clap of laughter broke forth,
Sending a shower of rain into his life
That would bear much fruit,
Returning life to the kingdom,
Rehydrating the king,
Making him alive again.

 

Story Key:  Use this to interpret the story.
Your whisper is my Dew. Your Voice is my Rain. Your Laugh is my Storm.
The Kingdom is my mind.  My Voice was my Prayers. The Grounds my Brain.  The Noise were the Voices that Once Existed.

Doing our Part

 

This evening, the youngest girlies were traipse artist, pushing the mattress to its limits. Their leaps amazed the crowd, as they fell mesmerized by their death-defying routines.
As girlie #5 catapulted towards the ceiling, a voice screamed, “are you jumping on the couch?” “No,” she said, knowing this was a partial truth. For it wasn’t the couch but the bed. She wouldn’t volunteer the information. Big sister #2 remarked, “Uh huh! Told you Y’all were going to get caught!”, as sister #4 quietly sat, not to admit involvement in the routine.   image
I said to mommy as the door closed, “should we take away the joys of jumping on the bed from the kids?” Knowing that all who were privileged to experience a mattress in the home had used its power to bring to life fantasy after fantasy.
Our mattress as children caught our final tumble in the Olympics as well as the winning touchdown in the Super Bowl. It was the backdrop our attempts to fly like Superman and caught the Suplex and DDT before our dolls heard the three count of the referee and gave us the championship belt!
“No”, mommy replied. “We shouldn’t. But, we have to do our jobs! We’re parents and its part of the gig.”
I replied, “Your right! Besides, half of the fun of jumping is knowing that mom and dad said not too! The danger adds to the fun!” I finished.

“You’re right” mommy said, “we’re just adding to the fun.” This said, knowing that the fun of the jump always overruled the consequences. As we smiled, we knew the jumping would continue. Maybe not today, but surely tomorrow.

The mattress might be one of the greater imagination supporters ever!   Maybe we should teach mattress safety as opposed to restricting the leaps?

Until then, “Are you jumping on the bed again?  Don’t make me come up there!”

Pesky Fly…Protecting your Plate!

Much has changed in the landscape of relationships, but the structure remains the same.  A true man will always emerge from the crop, and true woman will always be the crowning glory of a true man.

Being a mother and father has its challenges, especially during the teen years.  Relationship emerge, and wisdom must be passed to the next generation.

Today’s wisdom, we draw from the picnic table:

“To eat, you don’t have to kill the fly, you just have to shooo them away until you are finished eating!”

“Nobody fixes a plate and leaves it for the Fly!”

“You are bigger than any fly!”

“Never fight the fly; your food will get cold!”

“When you fight the fly, you leave your seat at the table, and another fly will get time to eat!”

“Flies get annoying!  Thus maximize your time at the table!”

“Flies nibble off everything until they are full!”

“Letting Flies eat from your plate can ruin a meal and bring harm to ones body if they consume what the fly has infected.”

The last word word of advice caused the looking up of the lyrics to the Shoo Fly Song…

“Shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
Shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
Shoo, fly, don’t bother me,
For I belong to somebody.”shoofly

I found them to be very interesting.  Though they were written for soldiers as a ways of reminding them to keep away the flies and mosquito that carried Yellow Fever, the words still have great significance.  While getting to know others, flies can be a great pest.    They travel from plate to plate, dinning on what ever is available, and can take what is made to be health and satisfactory to the palate and make it inedible and unedifying.

Though a man must choose and fight for what he wants, there are times when a woman must shoo the flies away so that they can have proper time to decide if this is what she believes it to be for her future.

Parents, particularly of young ladies, please join the discussion with your comments.  We have 5 beautiful, intelligent and spiritual young ladies we are raising, and we would love to hear your thoughts based on this blog.

Choose Peace….

It is true that we must choose life,

though others has scheduled our breath,

giving us the poison to remove ourselves from earth,

we must leave the vile sealed, though it be tempting to peal back,
the cover,

feeling that it will keep concealed our pain,

the break of the seal will bring a highlight to the shame,

releasing the pain from one to another,

thus guard your heart,

close the gates of your ears and eyes,

select friends carefully and soberly,

understanding,

the pain we mainly experience is self inflicted and relationship inserted,

freedom and peace lay within our decisions,

so make choices that will bring about peace and not frustration.

From the Mouth of Babes…

This just in:  He is loyal!  He is Faithful!  He will do just what He said!  If you let Him.  If you stay with Him.  If you maintain stride with Him.  If you allow Him to complete you.  If you allow Him to prepare you!  All things are truly possible.For the most part, I believe many of us speak this concept from our mouth, but our actions would reveal that we are either ahead of God, or that we wan’t God to sing to us like Flo, “I’ll stand by you. Wont let nobody hurt you….”  A Popular Progressive Insurance commercial has a set the bar of humor with its character Flo, and her portrait of their company.  By watching her, one understand the company to be one that thinks ahead, uses creativity, offers the best price possible, is not bogged by traditional rules, and protects is customers.  The current add, “I’ll Stand By You”, features an amazingly off key performance by both Flo and a separate salesman, which displays the companies commitment to the customer and the extreme levels they will go to provide the insurance and the security one needs to sign with their company and trust their products.  Truly, I love this commercial!  It brings a smile each time. maxresdefault

Today, while changing the fuse in the dryer, my 5 year old daughter came into the laundry room and looked over my shoulder.  “Stay back” I exclaimed.  “It’s dangerous in here, and I don’t want you to get hurt!”  She replied, “I know its dangerous dad.  That’s why I stayed behind you where it was safe.”

I continued working on the dryer.  Smiling first because she had no idea that I was scared and working on a complex machine after watching several youtube videos, but inspired as I worked, thinking, what if we took this approach towards our Heavenly Father?  Furthermore, what an important role we have as parents.

In her few words was displayed the complete the trust and faith that she has in me.  There was no doubt in her mind that she would be safe as long as she was positioned behind the one that could protect her.  I focused in on my walk with the Lord, and life her as we travel.  There are moments where it seems the pace of the Lord is too slow for my own liking.  It has been tempting to break rank, and run ahead towards the goal.

Oddly, God gives us a vision of our future, and then helps us journey towards what He has revealed to us.  I wish If I could put into words the frustration of seeing the flag on the hill!  Seeing the flag gives us a point of reference, and often makes us desire to take a straight line towards the prize.  Our desire to conquer and to obtain what God has for us, has a tendency to take us off the path God has designed to get us there.  God’s path rarely seems to be a straight line.  It is more like an obstacle course that takes us around and through many challenges, in an effort to build and train us not just to obtain the flag, but to take the flag, and have the strength and character to be able to conquer more land and plant that same flag in new territories!

In many cases, we can obtain the flag without following Him, thus we have to be leery of those things that come to easy or without struggle.  God is a God that develops, and takes us through processes that help us understand the territory being conquered and not just feeling the joy of holding the flag in our hand.  God knows that the flag we see, is just the first of many.  Thus getting out of line, might avail us to obtain the flag we see, but disqualify us from obtaining the flags we don’t see. This just in:  He is loyal!  He is Faithful!  He will do just what He said!  If you let Him.  If you stay with Him.  If you maintain stride with Him.  If you allow Him to complete you.  If you allow Him to prepare you!  All things are truly possible.

As parents, we also see the importance of our relationship with our children and their environment.  Our job is not only to keep things working, but to make sure we are in between them and danger.  We are, like God, protectors.  Our kids need us to take and play an active role in their lives, providing an environment that helps them maximize life, getting the full benefit from each moment, while steering them away from harm and danger.  People argue that children are different.  It’s a different child.  A different environment.  Let us not forget, that these are different parents.  We are witnessing a group of parents that are more proud of corporate advancement that raising a family.  This be the lead cause, if you will, of the change in children.  Are you fighting for your kids?  Can they depend on you to not only stand by them as Flo sang, but to be between them and danger, as my 5 year old said?

In conclusion, standing behind the Lord is not a long distance and neighbor is standing behind us as parents.  Standing behind is much like my 5 year old.  She was literally looking over my shoulder.  We must stick close to God, and we must allow our children to stick close to us.  We must be peering over His shoulder, and they must peer over ours, watching what is being done, and being obedient to what the command is to do!  This will being glory and honor to the Lord!  Let us live our lives behind, but in stride with God.  Feeling the full trust and protection He provides, as we keep stride with Him.

Trust & Obey

Trust and Obey

“Trust and obey, for there’s no other way To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.”

This is thought that came to my mind as I was driving to church a few weeks ago.  A hymn I grew up hearing.  Too often we are unable to obey because we don’t trust.  We aren’t sure that God can do it.  Or we believe we can do it on our own.  Or we listen to people who tell us we aren’t hearing from God.  That we need them to do the assignment that God has given us or we need their approval.

Our issue is trusting that we are hearing from God and that He can do what He says.  One issue of trust is that we don’t spend enough time with God to make sure we know His will and hear His voice.  Another issue is that we are still upset by something we perceive God did not do for us.  Sometimes we get into situations that God did not put us and we put ourselves and we blame God.  Therefore we are unwilling to put our trust in God when we hear him.

My goal for this year is to Trust and Obey!  To give God complete control of my life by trusting Him, reading His Word, praying to Him, listening for Him, and obeying Him.  Understanding the more I listen the deeper he will call to me!

“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders Let me walk upon the waters Wherever You would call me Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander And my faith will be made stronger In the presence of my Savior” : Hillsong United – Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Being Heard is an Honor

“The honor in speaking to ones parents about an offense is not to correct or change their ways, but in being heard.” PastorJDO3

In life, there are many milestones.  Moments in which growth is both experienced, and times where growth is acknowledged.  It’s the moment that you walk into a room, and the adults continue speaking.  The day that you join a conversation; and your presence is welcome. Growing Up

These moments carry much weight because they are simple milestones that mark one’s journey from childhood to adult hood.  As children, your voice and your opinion go without recognition, thus your feeling and thoughts remain silent; for if expressed, one will suffer further punishment and or stricter restrictions.

As children grow, they long for the day they can address the wrong they have seen or experienced.  And when adulthood is reached, they not only desire to be heard, but began to develop hope that the words spoken can lead to change and result in healing of past or present hurts.

Though age wise one is an adult, father, husband, and CEO, there is one title that will always remain, child.  As a child, one will always be speaking up the chain of authority and position, and must remember, that the position’s rights and benefits remain relatively the same.  Though one is given a voice, the words will always carry the same power as the silent existence.  Though this might be a sad reality to some, however to some, it is a cherished promotion.

Though Jesus was not promoted, we can find a powerful moment between God the Father and Jesus the Son.  Jesus on mission from God to restore relationship with mankind, sat in the garden speaking to God about the task at hand.  He spoke, pouring His heart out, sweating like drops of blood, returning 3 times checking to see if the will of God had changed.   He spoke to the Father, making His feeling known, and was satisfied not because He received the answer He sought, but that He was heard, and His word was considered by the Father who wanted the best for all and did not change His mind.

As we grow, we must keep proper perspective when speaking up the chain, understanding that, “The honor in speaking to ones parents about an offense is not to correct or change their ways, but in being heard.” 

 

Matthew 26:36-46