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Jesus said to her, " I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" She said to him, "Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, the one coming into the world." John 11:25-28

This One Is For You, Dad


“Get up early and get there first, you’ll have the whole day ahead of you” echoes my dad’s voice of wisdom in my head.  

Jumping out of bed this morning, I prepped two rooms in my house to keep my three cats out of the way of the guy doing some work in our basement.  I proceeded to drive my car to the repair shop and got there before the “Open” sign was turned on in the window.  I left it there to have them look at my brakes and rotate my tires.  Living close enough to the repair shop, I took advantage of the beautiful sunny morning of my day off from work, and walked home.  It felt good not to be one of the cars zooming by heading to work today.  

I stopped into the coffee shop in my neighborhood and found out they do not carry dairy-free French Vanilla flavored creamer, so I made a stop to the corner grocer and picked out some decaf coffee beans, ground them, and grabbed a container of my dairy-free creamer.  I brewed my own pot of coffee and sipped it while sharing my scrambled eggs with my cat, Mojo.  

As I was walking around my house, tinkering around actually, I noticed a sqeak in my shoe.  I paused and made that same step in my shoe and heard that squeak.  I smiled as memories flooded my mind.

My dad never wore jeans; he said he didn’t like the feel of them.  So he always wore black polyester pants, belted.  When he worked around the house, tinkering around the house actually, he would wear the black pants that had paint drips on them along with a white T-shirt with slightly yellowed armpits despite my mom’s attempts to whiten them with her secret laundry powers.  He also wore these beat up, old black slippers.  

When I was very young, I thought the kitchen floor itself was squeaky because it sqeaked when dad walked through.  The floor didn’t squeak when I walked the same path and I concluded it was because I was very thin and didn’t carry enough weight.  

I remember when I was a few years older, I needed to get something from outside and I couldn’t find my shoes, but dad’s beat up, old black slippers were there at the ready.  I slipped in them and headed out the door.  Then I heard the familiar kitchen floor squeak, but I was out in the driveway.  I would step a certain way and the slipper would squeak.  I made a little song of it with my feet.  It was fun.

So this morning, I heeded my dad’s advice and got a lot accomplished before 8:00am.  And I squeaked my shoe in the kitchen and of course made a little song out of it.  It was fun.

Happy early Father’s Day, dad.  I love you and miss you dearly.  

Ephesians 6:1-3 

Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” 

Where is God?


I have a hard time with God sometimes. I can pray to Him and I can also talk as if He was right next to me, like talking to a friend or a parent. But there are so many times I just want to see Him, though, you know? I confess often that I wish I had someone just like Him in the flesh to talk to, to share my troubles with and physically put my head on their shoulder while embracing in a hug.

I feel so bad for confessing that because spiritually, I know God is right here with me. Always. Putting his arm around me and comforting me. Spiritually I feel it, but physically I want to feel it more.

Then, out of the blue, a friend sends me a message telling me her “God sighting”, telling me that she thought of me when it happened.

It didn’t take long to have it hit me that God was speaking to me through my friend. The story she shared was so filled with the word of God to me, even though it was her own encounter with God. God answered my prayer and became a human.

I have a hard time with God sometimes, but am so thankful that he doesn’t feel the same about me.
Thank you God.

John 1:14
The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

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In Withdrawal


via Daily Prompt: Tempted

I was 19 years old.  I got out of work after 5pm and the bank had already closed for the day. I needed a little money out of my meager savings account to fill up my gas tank, as well as have a little entertainment money for the evening. My only option for money withdrawal was from the ATM machine.

I drove to the bank and walked through the first set of doors and turned right to the ATM machine. I dug out my ATM card from my wallet and slid it into the card reader. I punched in my PIN number and answered the standard questions:

Savings or Checking: Savings

Withdraw or Deposit: Withdraw

$10.00, $20.00, $50.00, $100: $20.00

The ATM machine was processing my request and when the little door opened to give me my money, to my surprise was a little gift left by someone before me. I was standing in front of an unmarked envelope with a wad of cash inside. Someone either didn’t know how to use the ATM machine, or it was a trap to catch a thief.

I stood there frozen in thought. Do I grab this envelope and my $20.00 and walk away? Do I leave the envelope where it is and take my $20.00 and walk away? It’s after hours, how would I let someone at the bank know there is improperly placed money in the ATM machine?

I was 19 years old. It was a hard decision; my savings balance was low.  “Who didn’t know how to use an ATM machine?” I said under my breath.

I stood there frozen in thought, my heart beating faster, and little beads of sweat formed on my brow. I remembered the camera inside the ATM machine was watching me. I am sure if authorities reviewed the tape, they would see me standing there for at least 6 minutes for a transaction that took no more than 2 minutes.

I was 19 years old; my morals kicked in and kept me from being tempted.

Exodus 20:15  “You shall not steal.”

Orange Belt


via Daily Prompt: Crossing

In eighth grade, I was too cool for my own good.  So cool, I had to learn a lesson.  While standing on a designated corner surrounding my school, I strapped on the orange safety belt that lead to my new attitude.  I was a street-crossing safety guard.

My job was a necessity for keeping the children enrolled in the school every day.  When I saw the plastic lunchboxes and little school bags approaching with the sunrise, I knew to stick my arms out to halt their next step while they knew to stop so I could take charge of their fate.  After looking left, right, left and right one more time, I made sure the morning rush of cars were out of the way.  I dropped my arms to my sides and the foot travelers would cross safely to the other side of the street and continue on their way to school.

The excitement of wearing the orange safety belt was felt every time I put it on except for the at the southwest corner of the school.  This particular corner was on the safety rotation, even though I had protested.  Plastic lunchboxes and little school bags did not travel by foot from this direction.  After two rotations, I learned the definition of boredom and I took it upon myself not to stand guard on this corner.  I convinced myself that eighth graders had more important things to do in the morning other than stand guard for nobody.

The school year passed quickly.  Mr. Murphy was the teacher in charge of the orange-belted, street-crossing safety guards.  At the end of the school year, he took the volunteers on a special field trip to the bowling alley to reward a job well done.  As all teachers do, he tacked a sheet up on the wall to define the carpool and bowling team breakdowns.   When I finally made it through the huddle of kids to view the list on the wall, I could not find my name listed.  Could a teacher make a mistake?

“Mr. Murphy?” I called out in a questioning voice.  “My name does not appear on the list.  There must be a mistake.”  Mr. Murphy, father by nature, teacher by choice, sat me down and told me there was no mistake.  He pulled out a chart and pointed out all the times I was not at the southwest corner standing guard.  Because of my neglect of duty, I was not allowed to attend the special field trip to the bowling alley.

In eighth grade I was too cool for my own good.  The lesson plan for the year was the orange belt.  Only when I removed the belt did I learn what responsibility and attendance meant.  My attitude was adjusted from that day forward.

John 17:15

My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one.

 

Going, Going, Gone!


via Daily Prompt: Gone

We celebrated birthdays in my family and it has always been my favorite time together.  My dad’s first birthday since he passed away was hard on me.  I couldn’t concentrate on my job all day, so I did the mundane things that came easy and I kept my thoughts on dad while periodically wiping the tears that fell from my eyes.  I decided it would be good for me to stop by the cemetery to see him after work, but it was February, and daylight did not last long after my 5pm “end of the day”.

I took a shorter lunch so I could leave at 4:30pm.  This bought me a little daylight.  I stopped to the store to buy him a red helium balloon.  It had to be red, dad’s favorite color.  I borrowed a black Sharpie marker from my desk so I could write a birthday message to him on the balloon.

As I rushed through the self-check out, I was scooping change in my purse while clinging to dad’s balloon and trying to put on my winter gloves and find my keys, I looked up and saw an old friend.  It was obvious we hadn’t seen each other in a while; I didn’t know she was pregnant.  She stopped me, and I could tell she wanted to catch up and tell me all about her pregnancy, but in my haste, I acted uncharacteristically awkward.  I looked at her, and looked at the setting sun out the window, and said, “I gotta go.”  And I turned on my heel and ran out the door with the balloon waving behind me.  So awkward, but I had to see my dad, it was his birthday and my favorite time together with family.

The route I mapped out earlier got me to the cemetery with some daylight left.  I sat at his gravesite and told him I love him and wished him a happy birthday.  I told him the balloon was for him and I wrote a note on it.  I said, “Here it comes, dad!  Catch it!”  The balloon left my hand and swirled with the wind up, up, and away.  I followed it with my eyes until it became a tiny dot and disappeared.  Gone up to heaven, for my dad.

Later that evening, I got on Facebook to look up my friend that I awkwardly ran into at the store.  I wanted to connect with her and tell her why I acted so strangely.  I was sure she would understand as she had loved ones die and knew what it felt like to mourn.  As I searched my friends list, she was not there.  She took my awkward actions more personally than I ever imagined and she de-friended me from her Facebook account.  Just like that, she was gone.

Revelations 21:4

He will wipe every tear from their eyes.  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. 

 

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