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Cleared Paths

This year, instead of burning, I decided to spread my leaves under the natural areas that we do not mow. In addition to getting the leaves off our yard, I also raked a few of the paths that I had cleared so the grandgirls could explore . . . safely.  

As I was raking the leaves to one side or the other in these paths, it occurred to me that I was encouraging the grandgirls even more to use the paths that I had cleared for them. I was ‘training them in the way they should go’.  

There is no guarantee that they will not venture off the paths; in fact, that very day, one cut across a corner – through the leaves – from one cleared area to another. And the smallest, at 2 years old, actually darted beneath the low lying cedar tree branches from one cleared area to another – because she could – and looked back at us with a grin as if she new she was able to do something that we couldn’t. 

Parents have their work cut out for them – raising their kids. There’s no guarantee that the paths they try to established will be chosen. But even when there is a venturing off the path, they usually venture back to them. The paths are familiar to them. They know where the paths lead. They become the sure ways from which their venturing begins as they set out to establish and clear their own paths.

 

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“Watch Me Papa”

Recently we took the grandgirls to a park. The main attraction was a spacious fenced area with multiple play structures. Naturally, they enjoyed them all and we enjoyed watching them. Several times we would hear them yell out, “Watch me Mimi” – “Watch me Papa”.  

The time there couldn’t have been better . . . but it could have been worse. They could have gotten so caught up in playing that they forgot us. We could have asked them to sit on a bench with us instead of playing. But to enjoy it all together, that is hard to beat.  

David, in Psalms 31:8 says, “You have set my feet in a spacious place.” God has set us in a ‘spacious place’. He’s given us mountains to climb, beaches to walk, creeks to play in and rocks to ‘chunk’ in them. 

For most of us, it’s not that we completely forget God in the pursuit of these things any more than we completely forsake them in the pursuit of God. We are usually somewhere to the left or right of center.  

So . . . where would your mark be? Would it be to the left where you have gone off and left God sitting on the bench? To the right where you’re trying to be content just sitting with Him? Or is He right there with you . . . so much so that He occasionally hears you yell out, “Watch me Papa””?

He would enjoy that.

 

 

Thank You Lord

I believed the lies for far too long;

they seemed like truth to me.

Ignored the warnings ‘long the way;

was blind but now I see.

 

I see the truth so clearly now;

You’ve open up my eyes.

What seemed so right just yesterday’

I now can see were lies.

 

Lies designed to keep us from

the life You had in mind;

distractions to a dead end road

I’ve traveled many times.

 

Oh what peace it finally brings

to stand on solid ground;

no more traps and wanderings –

was lost but now I’m found.

 

Thank You Lord for reaching me;

You could have let me go.

My heart is full for what You’ve done;

I just had to let You know,

 

Oh what peace it finally brings

to stand on solid ground;

no more traps and wanderings –

was lost but now I’m found.

 

 

My Light Will Set You Free

I hovered o’er your lifeless world –

envisioned what could be;

to rid the dark and empty depths,

was light that made it flee.

 

Angels gathered ‘round my throne;

they offered ceaseless praise.

Still a void – one thing I missed,

for one to choose my ways.

 

So in it all I thought of you –

you would get to choose.

I knew ahead that some would win

I knew that some would lose.

 

I’d hover o’er your lifeless world –

and envision what could be;

to rid your dark and empty depths,

send light to set you free.

 

It’s up to you, the choice is yours,

I will not force my way.

But in it all I thought of you

and hoped I’d hear you say:

 

I’m sorry that it took this long –

I now can see my need.

Rid my dark and empty depths –

For your light I plead.

‘HUSBAND LOVE YOUR WIFE’

Another day, his lunch in hand,

quick kiss across his cheek.

She’ll tend the kids and try to clean;

he’ll work to make ends meet.

 

Saturday his day to mow

and watch the kids a bit;

they’ll do their chores and tidy things;

he’ll cook when the grill is lit.

 

Sunday all the work will cease;

they’ll enjoy a day of rest.

They’ll all get dressed and find their place

and hear of what is best.

 

On this day they set themselves

for what the week may bring.

With spirits high and anchors deep

they let their voices sing.

 

They know from whom their help comes from;

they will not let that slide.

When all of hell is thrown their way,

it’s in His strength they hide.

 

One final word to you, oh man,

when the sweet is lost in strife,

steady your aim and don’t lose sight;

‘HUSBAND LOVE YOUR WIFE’.

When the Rooster Crows

When the rooster crows and the hammer falls
it’s a little late by then.
What’s done is done and all that’s left
is to humbly confess our sin.

First offense, second and third,
and still we click along;
but the rooster crows and the hammer falls,
and then we see our wrong.

Peter could have seen it first,
before his second err’;
but even then he saw no wrong
after a third he had no care.

Even then his mind was set,
no guilt he felt at all.
But just like that the rooster crowed
and he saw the hammer fall.

Sometimes it takes an aggressive bit
to bring the horse in line;
but the hope is that a gentle touch
of the reigns would work just fine.

I like a Psalm that David wrote;
‘Be not like the mule.
Unless controlled by bit and reign,
they will not come to you.’

Catch yourself before the sound
of the rooster’s awak’ning call,
before the pull upon the reigns,
before the hammer’s fall.

Sanctuary

I wanted much to write a song,

but the words would never come along.

The only ones that came to mind,

was a chorus from another time.

 

It said exactly what I thought –

words that someone else had wrought.

Our minds can eat us up at times –

convinces our demise –

but all along the downward turn

is fueled by nothing more than lies.

 

I read a Psalm the other day

where David’s mind was quite a mess.

He finally stopped and went to God –

God showed him what he’d missed –

enough to put him back on track;

enough to lift him from his pit.

 

So then the words from long ago

that tells us where to turn;

when life has pressed us in the dirt;

oh, that we would learn.

 

“Oh, what peace we often forfeit,

Oh, what needless pain we bear,

All because we do not carry

Everything to God in prayer.”