ABC’s for Wyatt

I enjoy writing letters to our grandchildren, maybe in part because I am sad to see that almost no one writes anymore. Some of my most treasured momentos are hand written letters from from my Dad. So when our youngest grandson Wyatt began home school this year I wanted to commemorate this event by writing my first letter to him. In the letter I included this ABC poem that I wrote for him. To any other grandparents out there let me know if you think letter writing isn’t a tradition worth the effort to keep alive. Blessings:

Wyatt’s ABC’s

A lways be sure of God’s loving care

B ecome part of His family give your heart to Him

C ome to Him each day in prayer

D on’t stop praying He is listening

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E ach time you fall God will pick you up

F ollow Him He knows the way

G od is good even when things get rough

H ope will help us through the day

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I magine what He has in store

J esus has big plans

K eep all of your promises for

L oving others is what He commands

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M ake time to read your Bible

N ever doubt what God can do

O ffer Him each day your best

P ut Him first He’ll see you through

 

Q uestions are a normal thing

R emember God can answer them

S o in your heart make Him the King

T rust and worship Him!

 

U nder His care you find He is

V ery strong to carry you

W hen we’re lost He’ll show us

eX actly what to do!

 

Y ou are always in our prayers

Z o please pray for us too!

Z o please pray for us too!

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The Sweetest Fruit

They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green.  Psalm 92:14 ESV

As my Dad grew older he began to leave things behind. First, left his career and then his home town as he with my Step-mom Amy moved to Florida. As the years went by be began to lose friends and family members and then finally Amy; the love of his life. During the final years of Dad’s life he remained alone. We often suggested and even pleaded for him to come live with us, but Dad wanted to stay right where he was. While he may have begun to feel no longer useful to anyone, he actually became our family’s greatest treasure by the example of his gentle heart and steady faith.

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Dad’s life reminded me of the apple orchards I used to prune every winter many years ago. Most people don’t realize it but young apple trees don’t give any fruit at all. It takes at least eight years before they can produce even a single apple. But the oldest, most scarred and misshapen trees are filled with fruit. Each December or January it is pruning time and we trim out the dead and diseased limbs as well as the useless sucker growth. Each of these things needed to be removed so that the strength of the trees can be given to the fruit. Those older trees spend a lifetime being cut back, cleaned out and shaped by pruning.  That is why they can give all their energy to the fragrant blossoms that open in the spring, then to the tiny green apples that grow in summer and finally to the sweetness of the fruit right at harvest time. Those old trees will never win a beauty pageant, but it is by them that God has promised to give His sweetest fruit!

A Childlike Faith

And said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18:3 ESV

Having childlike faith right after conversion is no trick at all, but holding on to it after decades is nothing short of a miracle. Believing God can do anything seems simple and then we discover our Christian friends getting divorced, falling into substance abuse or walking away from their faith. So what can we do to keep a childlike faith? We have hope because of three words: when, where and who.

When?  “How precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed” go the lines from Amazing Grace. So ask yourself, “When did faith bring God’s grace to me? Was when I was looking for Him? Was it on a day I was doing good things? Or was it in an hour when of my worst failures and sin?” Our hope is a grace that began before the dawn of time!

Where?  When I discover I am lying flat on my face, I remember the second word: where. If I can have a childlike faith like the thief right next to Jesus on the cross, then I have hope. That thief looked like he was at the worst place on earth; but of all the people in the Bible only he received the guarantee of heaven directly from the lips of Jesus. The cross where Jesus was dying became the source of all hope for us all.

Who? But greatest of all is not when I found faith, or where I found faith, but in the God who chose to give it to me. My childlike faith is not because I have been a good child; but because my Father has come to my rescue and claimed me as His own!

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