"God who gave us life gave us liberty. Can the liberties of a nation be secure when we have removed a conviction that these liberties are the gift of God? Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just, that His justice cannot sleep forever." -- Thomas Jefferson, 1790
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Happy birthday, America. Sigh. How ya doin this year ?
Sometimes I wonder. Have you had a good year?
We’ll decorate for your party. I know my little village will put out your flags. Red, white and blue are good colors to celebrate.
Red stands for blood spilled to preserve our personal freedom. This makes me think of our soldiers. I sure do want to thank each and every one of them on your birthday. It makes me sad to think how they are treated sometimes. They deserve the birthday gifts.
We reap the benefits of the soldiers' sacrifices. I hope we all remember this on your birthday, USA.
I’m thinking of your first birthday, July 4, 1776. The folks who helped at your birth were people of faith. We cannot and should not rewrite your life story to eliminate the faith that was present at your birth.
The writers of the Declaration of Independence attributed our rights as a nation to the blessing of a divine creator. Maybe we should read your Declaration as part of your party:
“We hold the Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,
that among these are Life, Liberty,
and the Pursuit of Happiness."
Thanks for reminding me of the God part in our Declaration of Independence, USA.
I’m gonna celebrate your birthday by remembering your history, my birthday nation.
As a matter of fact, let’s get together and share memories every year. We don't want to forget the foundation which made us great and the people who sacrificed their lives for our freedom. We don't want to forget HISTORY.
Something tells me the people attending your parties need to honor soldiers who help preserve the freedom we celebrate. Party goers need to understand that faith served as a foundation for our birth . Celebrators need to understand how you came to be, my precious country... the TRUTH behind the hoopla and fireworks.
Happy Birthday, America. I hope birthday partiers treasure your memories and don’t forget what you stand for.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
I just drove by you. I waved, but I don’t think you noticed. After all, you don’t even know me, but I feel like I know you.
I see you sitting by your garage on dusky nights when I’ve worked late and I’m trying to get home before dark. You've pulled your folding lawn chairs under the quilt pattern that displays so nicely on your garage. You are watching the evening fall.
With all my might, I wish I could join you. Somehow, I think you'd pull up a chair and welcome me. You just seem to be those kind of folks… somebody’s grandparents…somebody’s church friends…somebody’s nice neighbors.
I want to watch the evening fall with you. You remind me of so many special people in my life who mastered the perfect art of passing time. You have the wisdom to slow down and watch. I’m sure you see so very much.
My Grandma and Pop pulled their folding chairs to the door of their garage on Shore Road down in Venice, Florida. I have the yellowed photo of them sitting there. I can almost imagine them sitting there, smelling a gulf breeze and watching for a friendly bird which would actually light upon Pop’s finger.
Pop and Grandma waved at cars that passed by. Honk honk. There go the neighbors. So good to see them.
If it stormed on Siesta Key, my lovely in-laws, Beth and Bert, sat just inside their garage door. Oh, how thrilled they were to watch the tropical wind whip up!
Beth and Bert settled into the sturdy straps of those lightweight chairs and joyfully watched the parched grass and flowers drink the speedy downpour! If I was staying with them, they’d call me to the door to watch the beauty of momentary refreshment. -What a wonderful experience.
My mother and father had a special spot at their home by the wooded ravine to practice the perfect art of passing time. They watched the birds, savoring the shade and the cooler, drifting air. They could see the cars, but the cars could not see them. They had a secluded, peaceful spot for contented sitting. Perfect.
Thank you to my precious couple beside the quilted shed. You remind me of the perfect art of passing time.
You also remind me of folks I love who now practice that perfect art in Heaven.
I’ll keep waving when I pass by. I’ll also try to pull up my lawn chair and remember not to let time fly by too quickly. It's important to savor the moment and practice the perfect art.
Posted by Laurie Meek Watkins at 9:23 AM
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Aleaha danced...no...pranced into the church. Her "Buster-Brown" haircut bounced with each footfall, bobbing up and down in shimmering rhythm.
Her eyes sparkled. When she saw me, they lit up with recognition. Aleaha doesn't know me well, but her round toddler face tells me she knows me well enough. She hugged my knees. I melted.
Some might say Aleaha is imperfect. The Down Syndrome label is a heavy load for a three year old to carry. Aleaha doesn't care about labels, however.
Aleaha is busy and bound for perfect places. Her smile, her eyes, and her cherub grin are perfectly suited.
We met in the nursery during worship service. She and I settled in with the puzzles below the speaker which allowed me to listen to the service.
Pastor was praying. I thought I'd follow suit by clasping my hands and bowing my head. My heart is pretty tender these days, however. It didn't take long for a tiny tear to splash haphazardly on my cheek.
I felt her little hand first - sweetly brushing my arm. I opened my eyes to see her gazing up at me with all the perfect understanding of a saint. She said nothing, but hugged my arm with her tiny grasp. Her eyes were full of wisdom and she smiled at me with a special tenderness.
I was saved by the hug of this perfect angel. God knew what I needed.
As always, His plan is perfect and so is Aleaha.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.They will soar on wings like eagles;they will run and not grow weary,they will walk and not be faint. -- Isaiah 40:31
My dearest readers, I've missed you for the last couple of weeks. I can sum up my absence in one word: Life. Life isn't perfect and neither are we. Life includes trips to emergency rooms, problems, challenges, work, play, chores , delays, deadlines (which I sometimes miss) and heartache.
Life calls us to muddle through and, sometimes, with God's help, life calls us to soar.
The Imperfect Path to Perfect Places
It was getting late and the bugs were out. I swatted mosquitoes with abandon. I was on deadline and the stones had to go in. The shovel sliced the damp ground and I scooped my dirt pile. At least the constant rain helped me loosen the soil.
I dragged the concrete stepping stone to the edge of my hole and "plopped" it in unceremoniously. --Another stone of twelve done. I sighed with relief and looked back on my stepping stone trail.
I had to laugh. The stones were set in haphazard fashion. There was no clear plan here -- just a crooked trail. Oh well, the job was done. I could get to the barn, even if the route curved in an awkward way.
Isn't that the story of my life? Yep - I'll admit it. I make mistakes along the way. My trail is definitely not perfect.
I love the fact God uses imperfect paths and imperfect people. He uses unplanned pain, unintentional mistakes and faulty folks to accomplish ... well, good stuff.
My path may not be perfect, but I give it all to God, Thanks for straightening me out, God. Thanks for putting up with my imperfections and helping me soar to perfect places.
Monday, May 18, 2015
Well -- Read John Chapter 20 and rejoice with me! But first...the sad part.
Things are looking pretty bleak for the followers of Jesus. They have witnessed Him dying on the cross.
They have followed his body to the tomb and left Him there - shrouded in burial cloth.
Mary Magdeline has come to the tomb on the first day of the week. It is so early, she is shrouded in darkness. In a sense, darkness has overcome her.
She is perplexed and frightened to find the stone rolled away from an empty tomb. - Where have they taken her Christ??? She runs to get Simon Peter.
It is very significant that God allowed a woman to be the first to see the empty tomb. Again, God "shakes up" the order of things. A woman, the very lowliest of people in the Bible time, is allowed to make a discovery which would rock the ages!
BUT ! Mary does not understand. She stands at the tomb crying.
I can relate. I sometimes forget I serve a triumphant King. I get discouraged. I look only at the physical signs around me and forget the awesome "out of this world" gift I hold right here in my hands!
Jesus understands my confusion. Jesus understands Mary's confusion. He comes....to both of us.
Check it out in John Chapter 20:11-16:
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb 12and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
13They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.”14At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
15He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
16Jesus said to her, “Mary.”She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”).
Oh, I can only imagine her joy! She runs to tell the others:
Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he had said these things to her. -- John 20:18
Jesus then appears to His disciples. Mourning is turned into dancing as they realize their Savior has risen! The words He speaks resonate into their lives. I can only imagine that He speaks these same words to me today:
Again Jesus said, “Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.”
-- John 20:21
Oh, thank you, Jesus, for giving me peace, just as you gave it to the disciples.
-- May I never forget the second part of your statement: You are sending ME.
John concludes his chapter with a key verse. I will also close with it. Thank you for hanging in as we studied the Book of John! My prayer is that you, truly have experienced verse 31 and have turned mourning into dancing because YOU have LIFE in His name!
Jesus performed many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not recorded in this book. 31But these are written that you may believeb that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name. -- John 20:30-31