My dad left us in 2009. The thing I remember most about him is how he was a diligent, prompt, hard worker. He retired from Rohm and Haas after almost 40 years, doing that shift work. He rarely missed a day. I didn’t know all those years until my teen years, my dad could not read. Wow! But he showed up to work everyday! Phenomenal!!
Dads are special to kids. Nobody like them. I often watch and tell the story how moms can be doing it all–everyday, every year. Dad walks in one day with one toy or a thing the kid loves. The kid smiles broadly, and screams loudly, with a burst of excitement, “LOOK AT WHAT MY DADDY GOT ME! MY DADDY GAVE ME THIS!!” They walk around the house or school or the neighborhood waving that thing around as if daddy just gave them a piece of gold worth millions!! Lol
My Thanksgiving holiday turned out well. I’m grateful my family and I made it through another year to experience another holiday season, which was different for me but nice. I wasn’t much for cooking anything this year, and the current mood this multiple sclerosis has placed me in is one where solitude, isolation, and few group gatherings appeal to me. So, my sister, brother, his wife, and I went out to eat at a seafood restaurant (one of my favs). They served the traditional Thanksgiving turkey and other trimmings. I was grateful to eat regularly again because my appetite had changed to only one meal a day. Overall, it was a nice outing for me, and I enjoyed our time together.
The quick ride back to my home was also something I was grateful for. I immediately curled up under my blanket, watched movies, and slept all weekend. I was very tired and needed to do this. I’ve been tutoring quite a bit—college students with essay college writing and 3rd/4th-grade children in ELA and math. I even took on a few substitute sessions with a 7th/8th grade group and 1st/2nd graders. I enjoy tutoring! I’m still grateful for how the Lord opened this opportunity for me to work from home. It aligns perfectly with the limitations I have due to multiple sclerosis.
I recognized an opportunity by tutoring these kids. They are always in my heart, and I’m troubled by the things they are experiencing so young. I have a chance to show them Jesus Christ’s love. It’s not always about preaching to them. Besides, I can’t mention God or Christ to kids in the public school system anyway; it’s prohibited. Nonetheless, through my smile, warmth, inclusiveness, and conversations with them, I’m able to make them feel wanted, accepted, and capable of learning. I inspire them by telling them, “You can learn English and math.” I encourage them despite the struggles I see many of them have. I shared the struggles I had in reading at their age and let them know they too could overcome their challenges. This is very much a part of witnessing, I think–demonstrating God’s love. It’s exciting too, discovering the differences in how I was taught and how they are being taught. They’re showing me something new and I adapt. I, in turn, show them some of the old-school tricks I used as a youngster, and they’re amazed. It’s a great exchange between the generations.
So, I have a lot I’m grateful for this holiday season—small, everyday things. I’m also grateful my newest granddaughter was born healthy and without any problems. Ayla Grace was born on November 13th to my son and his new wife. It amazes me how alert the babies are today. I remember a time we would sit watching a newborn, prodding him or her to open their eyes. Not so with Ayla; she’s wide awake and alert! Lol
Finally, my book is nearing completion, and I’m grateful for the progress. I’m looking forward to having it published by early next year. Please click this linkto add your email to my author’s list, so I can notify you when it goes to print and receive suggestions of other terrific books to read.
That’s all for this month. I simply wanted to chat. I hope all of you enjoyed your holiday as well and have found things to truly be grateful for. Please, comment, join the conversation, and share how your Thanksgiving was. I’d love to hear.
All the best, and stay blessed until next time… 🙂
“In every situation [no matter what the circumstances] be thankful and continually give thanks to God; for this is the will of God for you in Christ Jesus.”
Overwhelmed by events in your city? Around the world? It can be this way sometimes, especially listening to the daily rhetoric that is rarely good news. Find safety in God. Read about it.
I’m reposting my March Blog because we need a sure place, a sure word about safety right now. It’s found only with God!
I’m lost for words this month. I’ve been distraught by my personal circumstances; events taking place in my country and world; the younger generation being slaughtered or committing slaughter; the ease by which whole communities are shattered and people are instantly homeless in natural disasters; the various financial collapses and scandals; and the public rhetoric. At times, it’s surprising, other times perplexing, and other times daunting. There’s nothing I can do, I think. In fact, I’ve had to work through a few panic attacks this past month, until I recalled this verse of scripture. It’s one I recite to myself when I get overwhelmed by what I see and hear. This verse brings me back to the realization of how, in the land, there is no place where we can really feel secure; there are no guarantees. Wickedness still abounds, our material possessions are expensive yet tawdry, and love for our neighbors is waxing cold. The younger generation is dying in droves. Are you “watching” and “praying” as Jesus told us to do on several occasions while He walked the earth? There’s no age disparity or protected group from all that’s occurring in our world. But there is a Place where we can hide.
Gladly, Old Testament scribes recorded this, as they witnessed and lived through the troubling life events of their time. They too finally concluded that there’s only one sure Person and Place. More than ever, children, young millennials, and older persons of any ethnicity should find, enter into, and live under God’s safe shelter.
Overwhelmed by events in your city? Around the world? It can be this way sometimes, especially listening to the daily rhetoric that is rarely good news. Find safety in God. Read about it.
I’m lost for words this month. I’ve been distraught by my personal circumstances; events taking place in my country and world; the younger generation being slaughtered or committing slaughter; the ease by which whole communities are shattered and people are instantly homeless in natural disasters; the various financial collapses and scandals; and the public rhetoric. At times, it’s surprising, other times perplexing, and other times daunting. There’s nothing I can do, I think. In fact, I’ve had to work through a few panic attacks this past month, until I recalled this verse of scripture. It’s one I recite to myself when I get overwhelmed by what I see and hear. This verse brings me back to a realization that in the land, there is no place where we can really feel secure; there are no guarantees. Wickedness still abounds, our material possessions are expensive yet tawdry, and love for our neighbors is waxing cold. Are you “watching” and “praying” as Jesus told us to do on several occasions while He walked the earth? There’s no age disparity or protected group in all that’s occurring in our world. But, there is a Place we can hide.
Gladly, Old Testament scribes recorded this, as they witnessed and lived through the troubling life events of their time. They too finally concluded that there’s only one sure Person and Place. More than ever, children, young millennials, and older persons of any ethnicity should find, enter into, and live under God’s safe shelter.
In my upcoming book, I tell the story of how I met Jesus Christ, Savior of the World. It was the best day of my life. I’ll never forget it. It was as real as real can get.
Back and forth to church, it was for me, starting in my mother’s womb, they told me. At age 7 or 8, I recall those walks to church. Not only did I travel to church each week, but my home was a place where the Bible was always taught. My mother held community Bible clubs there with children in the neighborhood, which my siblings continued. So, from a baby–at home, in church, Sunday School, or VBS, I heard many stories about God and His Son, Jesus Christ.
As I grew into my teens, I followed my brother Ron a lot, one place being a small Pentecostal church near our home. The pastor and his wife were very kind and loving people, and the church was filled with lots of younger people. We sang, played instruments, taught the Bible, served, and freely worshipped God without inhibition. We also had fun together at church outings—picnics, roller skating, swimming, sporting activities, etc.
Each year, there were two well-known (to us) brothers from New York who would come speak at our church. They were awesome teachers and preachers who always seemed to easily bring in God’s spirit as they spoke. It’s like God was backing them up. We enjoyed hearing them and always felt uplifted and encouraged by their sermons. The brother who was coming this particular Sunday taught and preached on a high level. He expounded on the scripture academically and with emphatic diction. His voice was strong and fiery as he preached. Excitement and anticipation were in the air, as preparations were made. The church would be packed, with no available seats. I was looking forward to hearing His message. “What verse of scripture would he come from? What life occurrence would he relate it to? I hope it’s something I need to hear. Would he preach so powerfully that God’s Spirit would fall on us like a mighty rushing wind, as He did on the day of Pentecost, where we all would dance together in praise to God?” I liked this Pentecostal fervor; it’s what I was anticipating. Unbeknownst to me, however, it wouldn’t be the preacher who would astound me that day.
Sitting in my pew, the minister did not disappoint me as he preached fervently. But, there was something different this time. As he was concluding the sermon, he began to talk about Jesus Christ. He explained who He was and all He had done for us by dying on the cross for our sins. He told us how we needed a personal relationship with Jesus. I was no longer enamored by his teaching charisma, but by his message. It was the same message I had heard many times in the Bible clubs. The difference this time, however, was what was going on inside my heart. The message had grasped my attention and intrigued me so much so, I leaned forward in my seat. It’s as if the congregation was no longer there; he was talking directly and only to me. I became serious. My heart began churning inside. I clearly understood what he was saying. Suddenly, clearly, softly, and gently, I heard, “This is for you.” It was clear; Jesus Christ wanted to come into my heart. Christ’s quiet words were so compelling that when the minister asked the congregation to come to the altar to receive Christ, I had no hesitation. I jumped to my feet, walked to the front, and accepted Jesus Christ into my heart as my Lord and Savior. After what I shared with you about my upbringing, one would think that I already knew Christ. Right? Nope. Obviously, I didn’t, because that day at church, as I heard the message of Jesus Christ, He personally tugged at my heart to let me know I needed Him. Surely, I could have argued with the Spirit of God about how my family had already told me about You. I didn’t. I knew this was my call. I had to believe that I needed Jesus. I did recognize my need, and I asked Him to come into my heart. And, I felt a difference too.
I’m 60 years old now, and that day is still vivid in my mind and brings me joy. In fact, as I’m writing about it, I had to stop, get up, and dance around my house while listening to Cece Winans’ song No Greater from the Believe It Album. 😊 That’s the impact Jesus Christ has on you–year after year, through all your ups and downs and good and bad days.
So, no matter…
Who you are,
What you’ve done,
When you did it,
Where you’ve been, or
Why others have rejected or mistreated you…
GOD loves and wants you, my friend! John 3:16-17 declares, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, [Jesus Christ] so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.” What is eternal life, you may ask? John 17:3 tells us, “Now this is eternal life: that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.” Wow! The God of the Universe wantsus to know who He is, and His Son He sent to save us.
Do you feel a tap on your heart right now? Don’t be afraid. Yep, it’s God; He wants you. Allow me to pray with you to receive Christ, just as that minister did with me over 45 years ago. Email me a message at eparks03@verizon.net. You’ll never regret receiving Jesus because you’ll discover how deep His love goes, and there’s none greater.
Inspiration by Ellie 