Archive for May, 2013

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“And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.” – John 10:28

The “trust fall” is a game people like to play where one person crosses his arms and falls backwards trusting in a person behind them to catch them. Mattie and Macie like to play this game as well. Sometimes it’s on purpose and sometimes it’s not.

Macie is a pro at the trust fall. She performs this stunt nightly after the girls’ bath. This is the time of the night when they tend to act really silly. Macie gets so excited that she goes limp and falls backwards onto the carpet or onto one of us who is usually sitting in the floor with her.

Sometimes Macie falls back and bumps her head against the wall or some other hard object. Then the tears begin to flow. She trusts us and has the faith that we’ll always be there to catch her.

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There are other times when they fall back unintentionally. An example of this happened the other day at church. We were waiting to do a sound check and we were sitting at the bottom of the platform steps. The girls were walking around, and, of course, they thought it would be fun to climb the steps.

Everything was going fine until Mattie fell backwards. I gasped and lunged forward and caught her with one hand just in time to stop her head from hitting the lower step. We were all shaken and Mattie cried. I thank God that I was there to catch her.

I am also thankful that God is always there to catch me when I fall. I have total safety and security in His strong arms.

There are many ways we can fall in life. We can fall into sin. We can fall in failure of a task that was dear to our heart. We can fall when trials and storms come our way. But we can rest in the fact that, though we fall, God is always there to catch us. He will never let us slip from His grasp.

I won’t always be there to catch my girls. I may be away at work or not close enough to catch them. One day they’ll grow up and my hand will be out of reach. But I can trust that God will be there to catch them.

He can catch you too. When you fall, just trust in His hand.

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My favorite day of the week is Saturday. I know as a good Christian that Sunday should be my favorite, but Sundays are very busy for us and leave us exhausted. Saturdays for us are usually our day of rest. I think it’s more how God envisioned the day of rest to be.

The modern day church has transformed Sunday into a day of work. With its programs and performances, the church had become a machine. This is not true for the casual churchgoer, but, for those active and involved in ministry, it can be exhausting.

This is not the case on Saturday. For us, it’s fun, family, fellowship, and faith. Sunday used to be this way, but, somehow, we’ve lost it. We’ve chosen the part of Martha when we should be with Mary at the feet of Jesus.

Last Saturday was one of the best I’ve been blessed with. It’s a perfect example of the point I’m trying to make. I spent the day playing with the twins and working around the house. This work was enjoyable and restful.

Then, that evening, we drove to Mennonite country for a meal at Yoder’s restaurant. It’s a neat little place in the middle of a wheat field surrounded by views of hay bails and silos. And the food is amazing. Cream corn, fried chicken, and fresh rolls tantalize the tastebuds. Homemade pies of every shape and size tempt even the most strong willed.

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After when had eaten as much as our stomachs could contain, we took a walk outside the restaurant. Next door is a barn that was converted to a gift shop. Beside the barn is a pet goat the kids can torment and a row of old retired tractors.

After we played with the goat and sat the girls in the tractor seats, we took pictures with one of many giant bales of hay that sat behind the barn. Then we turned the girls loose in the field. They played as hard as they ever have.

The girls have recently started walking, so we usually restrict where they can roam. But in this field, they could toddle as they pleased. It was heart warming to watch.

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As we drove home with the girls asleep in the back seat, Lauren placed her hand on my leg and mentioned how much fun it all was. It was a great day. It was heaven on earth.

God once placed a thought in my heart that never left me. He told me that the family is the closet thing to heaven on earth. Before sin, this is what Adam and Eve experienced.

Therefore, the closet thing to heaven on earth is a saved, Godly family spending time together. This gets us as close to Eden as we’ll ever get this side of eternity.

That’s what’s so great about camp meetings and dinner on the grounds. It’s about family. I believe a happy, Godly family makes God smile. That’s what church used to be: family. We’ve lost it. I can only pray we’ll get it back.

Until then, I’ll settle for Saturdays.

Saturday. It’s waking up to a quiet house and spending time in prayer as the girls sleep. It’s listening at the nursery door as the girls wake up and giggle at each other. It’s bacon and biscuits made by my wonderful wife. It’s cleaning the house together with the girls at our feet. It’s taking a walk through our peaceful neighborhood. It’s an evening meal with family and friends. It’s bathtime and the last burst of playtime before bedtime. It’s talking with Lauren before we go to sleep.

It’s heaven on earth.

“Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord:
and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man;
so are children of the youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them:” – Psalm 127:3-5

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It was a typical night at our house. Lauren was busy cooking, and I was emptying the dishwasher or doing whatever I could to help. All the while, the twins were playing under our feet. They love to play in the kitchen. They explore the cabinets where we keep their food and they play with clean dishes in the kitchen floor.

Mattie had discovered the puffs canister and was carrying it around while she toddled through the kitchen. Lauren had gone outside to check on the grill and I had turned away for a second when I heard a thud. Then I heard Mattie crying. I looked down and she was laying on the puff canister crying.

Falling is a common occurrence for toddlers, but, this time, she was really upset. I quickly picked her up into my arms to comfort her. Then I noticed something on my hand. It was blood. Mattie had cut the inside of her lip and it was bleeding.

Mattie turned out to be alright as it was just a minor cut, but the image of my daughters blood on my hand stuck with me. I didn’t like it. Seeing her hurt, especially bleeding is not something I like very much. I can’t bear the thought of my little girls being hurt.

The blood on my hand turned my thoughts to my Savior. Jesus Christ shed all His blood for you and me. And, His Father watched. His Father forsook Him. He allowed the blood of His only Son to be shed. The thought of this is too much for my feeble finite mind to comprehend.

I could never fathom allowing my daughters’ blood to be shed for anyone. No matter the cause, I couldn’t allow that to happen. No matter how good and noble the person was that required my child’s blood, I couldn’t allow it. Yet, God shed the blood of His Son for us who are the opposite of good and noble. We are full of corruption and sin.

Oh, the love of our precious God for us. To sacrifice His Son for us. What love this is.

I’ve learned a lot since becoming a father, but the one thing that has become crystal clear is the love of God. How could I ever doubt Him or the lot I’m given if He first gave me His Son. What a thought.

“He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?” Romans 8:32

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