This morning as I dressed for church, I thought about how much trouble we put into our clothing, makeup, and hair to look pleasing to other people. Today, many people commented on my purple suit and how good I looked. At one time, I might have loved to hear such compliments, but they don't do anything to warm my heart these days. I've learned that God doesn't care what I'm wearing. He doesn't care if my face is void of makeup. He doesn't even care if I took time to style my hair. God sees me as I really am. He looks inside my heart and knows if I'm dressed to please Him.
I suppose I dress to please other people, to blend in, or perhaps to feel a part of the crowd. Too many times, we look at the outer appearance of our friends and acquaintances. We make judgements based on our first impressions.
Instead of looking at the tatoos, the piercings, and spiked hair, black nail polish and lips, we should look into a person's eyes. Only there will we see the reflection of what is inside. Is it a frightened soul, a timid soul crying out for acceptance? Is it someone who has been hurt and hides behind their exterior coverings? God knows. God sees. And God loves all His children. Thank God for that!
Showing posts with label God's Children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God's Children. Show all posts
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Kids, Humor, and God
I know God has a sense of humor. I mean, look...He created me!
My youngest daughter gave us many smiles along the way. When the family was together for a birthday gathering last weekend, we were reminiscing and this particular snippet came up.
We were riding in the car looking at all the Christmas lights one night and listening to traditional Christmas carols. Youngest daughter, who loved to sing, kept getting louder and louder, singing the verses to Silent Night...and this is what we heard. Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright, brown eyed virgin
And that's when the laughter arose. Non-plussed she asked, "Well, what is it? Brown eyed surgeon?" Yes, laughter once again. Thank goodness, she had a sense of humor and could laugh at herself, too.
One of my favorite grandkid stories with mixed up song lyrics happened when the boys were in our back seat and we were heading to dinner and a movie. The youngest was singing along with a country tune...can't remember the title right now...but it was about by-gone days, being young and carefree. The line talked about the funny clothes that were worn followed by: "Man, did we look cheesy." My grandson said he really liked the song and repeated the verse singing: "Man, did we love Jeesy!" Then he said, "I guess that's a nickname for Jesus, right?"
May you be blessed with a laugh, a smile, a fond memory.
My youngest daughter gave us many smiles along the way. When the family was together for a birthday gathering last weekend, we were reminiscing and this particular snippet came up.
We were riding in the car looking at all the Christmas lights one night and listening to traditional Christmas carols. Youngest daughter, who loved to sing, kept getting louder and louder, singing the verses to Silent Night...and this is what we heard. Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright, brown eyed virgin
And that's when the laughter arose. Non-plussed she asked, "Well, what is it? Brown eyed surgeon?" Yes, laughter once again. Thank goodness, she had a sense of humor and could laugh at herself, too.
One of my favorite grandkid stories with mixed up song lyrics happened when the boys were in our back seat and we were heading to dinner and a movie. The youngest was singing along with a country tune...can't remember the title right now...but it was about by-gone days, being young and carefree. The line talked about the funny clothes that were worn followed by: "Man, did we look cheesy." My grandson said he really liked the song and repeated the verse singing: "Man, did we love Jeesy!" Then he said, "I guess that's a nickname for Jesus, right?"
May you be blessed with a laugh, a smile, a fond memory.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Love is Patient, Love is Kind...
Recently I attended my grandson's wedding. I always cry at weddings, but I didn't cry this time. The setting was beautiful, outdoors beside a beautiful pond in a local stat park. I focused on the faces of my grandson and his bride as they spoke their vows. Shining faces filled with love and the excitement of a future together--forever.
God smiled down that day, blessing this couple, and blessing those who observed.
I felt so blessed to spend time with my grandson and his new bride at the reception, but even more so, when they came to the house on two separate occasions before they left for Arizona again. My grandson has grown into a strong, compassionate young man. I watched him grow up. Home videos capture the baby, the toddler, the school years, and now a man in a uniform who serves his country and has taken a bride.
I've never felt so blessed.
May God smile on your today.
God smiled down that day, blessing this couple, and blessing those who observed.
I felt so blessed to spend time with my grandson and his new bride at the reception, but even more so, when they came to the house on two separate occasions before they left for Arizona again. My grandson has grown into a strong, compassionate young man. I watched him grow up. Home videos capture the baby, the toddler, the school years, and now a man in a uniform who serves his country and has taken a bride.
I've never felt so blessed.
May God smile on your today.
Monday, April 20, 2009
And A Little Child Shall Lead Them...
I've been trying to cheer Mom up and make her see the positive side of moving in with us. She's accepted it, and she acknowledges that it will be all right, but perhaps it's my own feelings of sadness for her that's causing the problem.
Last night I called her and she said she'd spoken to Julie (next to youngest daughter) and Kody and C.J. (Julie's sons aged 11 and 9). Those two wonderful boys have her excited about moving here now. Their enthusiasm and loving hearts reached across the miles and created a remarkable emotional healing.
Sometimes God works miracles through those who are willing to be shepherds.
Thank God for kids.
Last night I called her and she said she'd spoken to Julie (next to youngest daughter) and Kody and C.J. (Julie's sons aged 11 and 9). Those two wonderful boys have her excited about moving here now. Their enthusiasm and loving hearts reached across the miles and created a remarkable emotional healing.
Sometimes God works miracles through those who are willing to be shepherds.
Thank God for kids.
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