When God Speaks..........

Isn't it nice when someone calls you just to say hello, and to let you know they are thinking about you. I know it means so much to me, to get an e-mail with words that were meant especially for me, or a phone call. It means even more when God takes time to let me know he is thinking about me, and lets me know that he cares. I have days that my head is sometimes filled with doubt, or stress, and then someone will send an e-mail and say, "I don't know why but I have had you on my heart all day and I have been praying for you." That day, my uncle had passed away and this person did not know it. But I could hear God saying, "hey, I'm here and I'm taking care of you," audibly through someone else. I'm a kid like that sometimes. Wanting my daddy to give me a hug and tell me he loves me and just assuring me that everything is going to be OK.
We all have days when we feel so much less than ideal for anything God wants to use us for. I can't tell you how many times another friend of mine has come to me at church and said, " I really feel like I am suppose to pray for you," not knowing why or what was going on, but almost everytime I would sit there with tears streaming down my face as I listened to my heavenly daddy speaking to me once again. My friend did not know why she was praying or what she was praying about. I thank God for friends that are obedient to God. I thank God for speaking to me through my brothers and sisters in Christ. Every time he speaks to me, I feel as though he is telling me his grace is sufficient, and I am sufficient to do God's work and that no matter what he is my daddy and he loves me.
Next time you feel like God is telling you to pray for someone or call someone, be obedient. They may need to hear what their heavenly daddy is trying to say to them. They may need a little lifting up.
Have a blessed day.

Words not spoken......

As you have read my last few blogs, death weighs heavily on my mind. I sat with my Aunt yesterday and listened as she talked. Some things that she said really lies heavy on my heart. She said if she had only known that day was going to my Uncle's last, she would have said so many things.
Unspoken words typically have an eternal effect, whether it be on your life or the the life of someone else. If you never ask Christ to be your personal savior, then eternally you will burn in hell. Once you die, it's over. All of those things you wished you would have said or done, you will no longer have the opportunity to do. Once you die, the eternal effects of the words you never spoke will begin to reap havoc on your eternal life. Some people may say they do not know if they believe in heaven and hell, I will tell you this, the only way to truly know is in death and then it's too late.
As for my Aunt and the words she never spoke, those are things that will haunt her memory. We all have things we wished we would have said or done. Truth be known, she was with my Uncle 24/7, I am sure he knew how very much she loved him. She showed that to him on a daily basis in every little thing that she did for him. Sometimes love is shown more in what we do and not what we say. Once again that too can have it's eternal effects on your life as well as the life of others. My Aunt has been blessed with that over the last week. People have been stopping by, people have been praying for her and listening to her. The actions of people have truly been uplifting to her, in a time that she describes as the worst pain she has ever felt in her entire life. No words can take away the pain she is feeling right now, but she says that she can feel the prayers of her friends and family everyday.
Who do you know that needs to hear about the love of Christ? Who do you know that needs for you to show them the love of Christ? How many prayers have gone unsaid because we don't have the time? Once again....unsaid prayers are unspoken words. It's time to quit thinking that we have time. It's time to stopping thinking that someone else will speak to your neighbor or that person you work for. It's time to stop thinking that maybe tomorrow, I will stop by the house of that person who just lost a loved one. Today is all we have. Let's not leave to many unspoken words behind.

In Memory of Uncle Leon

The parking lot overflowed , onto both sides of the street. People poured in, relatives, friends, and neighbors of the deceased. Every seat was full, and people were lined against every wall. What an impression he must have made, for so many to come and pay respects to Uncle Leon. Music played, that was dear to his heart. I could visualize him on stage singing, "On the wings of a snow white dove." Words were spoken, memory's were shared, many tears were cried, and even some laughter filled the air.
The lights were flashing as the line of cars preceded to the grave. Hands to forehead, there was one final salute to be made. Flag draped over the casket, the sounds of the trumpet rang clear. My son standing in front of me, on his head laid my tears. Respectfully, the flag was folded in an orderly fashion. Then placed in the hands of my dear Aunt Patsy. People passed through one last time, to give comfort to the hurting and give their final goodbye.
He is home with Jesus, probably playing his guitar. I can hear the tunes he's playing, probably some Ole' country song. One day we will be home with him, first we have more work here on earth to do. But when we are done, Uncle Leon, we will be coming home with you. I can't wait to see how beautiful heaven must truly be. Because our father in heaven, created it especially for you and for me.