Today is one of those Sundays when I didn’t feel well enough to join my dear church family. I didn’t want to share whatever virus seems to be making me just a little bit ill. So I curled up in my recliner with an old notebook of scriptural word studies, random printouts of old email essays back from the days before Blogs, lots of old sermon notes with things to think about, and miscellaneous post-its with ideas to add to all these notes on the day I might actually organize them.
It has been a comfortably sweet morning just “being with” God. Drawing near to Him and knowing He’s always with me. Sensing His presence. Praying without words. Not asking Him for anything. Not telling Him anything. Just listening to Him while reading each scripture with His words; but, not a lot of words. Just enough for me to ponder and smile and let them soak into my soul. Like a gentle rain.
Some of the dates on this hard copy collection of saved papers go back before the turn of the century. One in particular made me smile because it was emailed to my husband and me in 2001 (just after the turn of the century). We were planting gospel seeds and nurturing new babes in Christ in Estonia at the time. It was sent from a brother-in-Christ in Alabama. Right now, he is among those at the top of our prayer list (not a coincidence, I’m thinking). We are praying he is recovering from foot surgery after a very long battle with foot related problems. I’m going to share what he sent 19 years ago. Thank you, Ralph Wallace. May these anonymous words make you and your dear wife Peggy smile once again . Let me just preface this by saying, There is so much godly wisdom in “becoming like a little child” in the kingdom of our precious Jesus, who gives us …
MUD PUDDLES AND DANDELIONS
When we look at a patch of dandelions, we see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over our yard. Kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish upon.
When we’re out in public and hear music we love, we smile and sing along silently in our head or under our breath. Kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don’t know the words, they make up their own.
When we feel the wind on our face, we brace ourselves against it. We squint. We feel it messing up our hair and pulling us back as we walk. Kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it until they fall to the ground laughing.
When we pray, we say properly phrased grown-up words to go along with “grant me this” or “give me that.” Kids say, “Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Make my hamster feel better. Bless Mommy and Daddy and bless … and bless … and bless ….”
When we see a mud puddle, we step around it. We see muddy shoes and dirty carpets. Kids sit in it. They see pies to be made, dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? God loves little children. He loves the little child within each of us.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED
No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats.
When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don’t let her brush your hair.
If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. They always catch the second person.
You can’t trust a dog to watch your food.
Puppies still have bad breath, even after eating a Tic-Tac.
You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
Don’t wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED
Families are like fudge—mostly sweet with a few nuts.
Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is a choice.
Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s acorn that held its ground.
My mind wanders, but sometimes it leaves completely.
God put me on earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now, I’m so far behind I will live forever.
AND, OF COURSE, THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE
- You believe in Santa Claus (and Mrs. Claus).
- You don’t believe in Santa Claus (or Mrs. Claus).
- You become Santa Claus (and Mrs. Claus).
- You start to look like Santa Claus (and Mrs. Claus).
Thank you for sharing way back when, Ralph! Praying you will be able to jump in some mud puddles (if you want to) very soon! And pick a bouquet of dandelions for Peggy!