Children Are Like Berries

Children are like berries

They start as lovely flowers, perfect and pure.

They grow then, in clumps and the oldest ripen first;

Some ripen faster than others.

When picked and appreciated, it seems the others rejoice and grow more delicious.

The picking season may only last a few weeks, or moments.

Sometimes, we are too busy to pick the ripe ones.

We miss their little successes in life because of interest in our own!

It is a sad thing if they are missed and fall to the ground, unappreciated.

Eighteen Summers. That is all we have with them.

Turn around and they are grown, over-ripe for appreciation and honor then.

Today, they are ready to be used and appreciated in a delicious way, don’t miss it.

Be observant and check the bushes everyday lest the prime of their offering be missed.

This is their first chance at the pie of life. If this experience is soured with neglect, or indifference…

It takes a huge work to make the second growth become a promise.

Love those little berries while they blossom and ripen in your care.

Watch closely for their individual perfection and praise them with heaps of love.

This life is your pie, this is your second growth, parents…make it sweet for them, and count your summers as well as your blessings!

WARNING…

Often berry bushes send out long thorny suckers that discourage harvest. These unproductive, branches reach for the harvester as they grow; hanging down over the ripe berries with painful little spikes just waiting for a target.

Such are the wiles of the Enemy that seeks to thwart loving, patient parenting so little berries turn sour, fall to the ground and are crushed.

Cut off those suckers in prayer Mom and Dad, and treasure each moment as your little berries grow and ripen under your care.

Today We Honor Fathers ~ Two Chances at Life

Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live? Hebrews 12:9

A short, yet profound message I have for us today…a little nugget to slip into the pocket of our heart, treasured and held for the days we need it most.

Here it is:

We all get two chances at life. The first chance, we are the child. We have no say in the situation. We did not choose our parents. We are simply the recipient (in fact the victim) of whatever life they choose to live. If our Father or Mother leaves, or hurts us or hurts others, we can do nothing about it. If our Mother is loving and tender and forgiving and our Father gentle and protective, we are blessed beyond words; yet we have nothing to do with that either. We are the child, remember.

The second chance at life comes when we have our own children. Now, we call all the shots. We make all the choices. We determine the quality of their first chance, and we determine our own eternal destination. The choices we make in our second chance at life cannot ever be excused away as the results of our early childhood experiences when we take this nugget out and really examine it.

As adults, we are responsible to be the very best we can possible be right now in this moment. Many others are watching us and the little ones are learning from our behavior. Shall we not much rather be in subjection to the Father of Spirits and live? It will be worth the effort to do what is right on our second chance at life and attain that Great Reward from a God who may say, “Well done, thou Good and Faithful servant, enter ye into the Joy of the Lord.”

Happy Father’s Day!

Is it ok to do Nothing?

Twelve years of hurry hurry get to school

Followed by who knows how many years of hurry hurry earn a living

Now is it ok to do nothing?

Can we ever really relax enough to be non productive for a whole day?

And if we do, can we do it without scolding our lazy self about it?

Working on this today, and God says, teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

Hmmmmm

CATCH IT!

EVERY DAY IS A POEM

 

Yesterday

The wind is asleep

Cottonwood snow lays drifted

Edges of grass white like winter

And the sky blinks blue

It will be hot today

 

Today

The sky spans white

Wind whispers and ripples through

So small drops echo on the leaves

And bunnies hop in grass

It will be cool today

 

Tomorrow

God will throw the day

But will we catch it?

Shh, listen to Him

 

I have a cat. Her name is Pippy, and she understands me. It is amazing how we communicate. For example, I give her food in the morning because it has been a long time since dinner. She may take a bite or two, but then patiently (sometimes not so patiently) she waits until I sit with mine. Once I have bowed in thanksgiving and begun to eat, Pippy hungrily joins me.

She awakes with the light so five am is her first attempt to rouse me. If I say, “No, Pippy, just a little more sleep,” she dutifully curls up at my feet and rests. She lets me know when she needs to run and play, and when she just needs comfort. She wonders at my loud prayer and comes to me when I cry.

Now the term ‘comfort animal’ makes total sense. Soon it will be half a year since my life mate left for Glory. Six long months of tears and sorrow and many more to follow they tell me. But I have a cat!

Funny how grief and hope coexist. My Pastor shared this concept with me and pondering this odd coupling of emotions gives me strength. With Jesus beside me, grief and hope do coexist. When God says ‘no’ and healing does not come, the wicked one does. Doubts and fears and giant ‘WHYs’ plague my mind. When God says ‘no’ and walking by faith is all I have, His Word fights for me and hope grows like a budding flower in my heart.

My hope flower needs water and fertilizer and tender care for it is fragile and easily wilted. Time in His Word nourishes. Time in prayer waters. Hope grows and the joy of sharing God with others returns. Grief always lurks behind every tree in my garden of life ready to leap out as a smell, a picture, a song, a thought or a thousand memories flood my moment. So, I let it leap on me and I steal away and weep knowing hope will be there when I return, diffusing its fragrance once again.

God is the same, yesterday, today and forever. Every day is a poem if we take the time to catch it; and besides, I have a cat!