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I Can Speak – The Great Commission

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“He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.” ~Mark 16:15

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Charlie

I have been blessed! Mom finally reached that boiling point with Lucy’s obnoxious yapping and made her wear her “quit barking” t-shirt. That sister of mine never shuts up. It’s bark when the squirrel is on the fence, bark when someone comes to the door, bark when Dad comes home. I’ve decided she barks just to hear her bossy little voice. I haven’t been able to get a word in edgewise. Yap, yap, yap! Now it’s my turn. After all, I am the male and suppose to be the great defender of the castle.

For now I’m going to just perch here on my chair and be sure no one tries to hurt Mom. You can never be too careful. It feels pretty good to be the one in charge of our domain. Oops, there’s that pesky squirrel. He’s not really bothering anything, just hanging out. Wait a minute, he just jumped in my tree, you know the one that I water every morning. Hey, Lucy, get off your duff and get that squirrel. Oops, that’s my job now… but I don’t want to tell anyone how they should run their life. I bet momma squirrel is getting acorns to feed her babies. I certainly don’t want to contribute to the starving children problem. That World Vision that feeds hungry children is one of Mom’s pet “causes”, and she might put that t-shirt on me, too.

I hear a lot more than everyone thinks I do. Like when Mom says I’m the strong silent type, not the brains of the outfit.  Hmmm… I haven’t quite figured out how to take that comment. I also hear Mom talk a lot to this guy named Jesus.  I think she’s supposed to tell others about Him, but she seems to have this ongoing discussion about not wanting to be pushy or meddle in others’ lives. That’s kinda like me. I just like to hear stuff and ponder as I lay on the back of my chair. But not Lucy. She just jumps up and goes out and tells everyone the Good News. I’m really not shy, just sometimes my thoughts get confused, and my words get all twisted.

I think Mom’s discussion with Jesus is over something called the “Great Commission”. She’s supposed to go out and tell the world about Him. She says, “Sharing recipes and stories about Miles is a lot easier.” I gather Jesus is a kinda personal topic. (But she didn’t mind sharing my most embarrassing moment of the “cone incident” with the world did she?)

Anyway, she’s been spending a lot of time with Him lately on her kneeling bench. That usually means change is in the wind. Yep, there she goes… she’s talking to Pastor Stan… that’s not a good sign for me. She’ll be gone all the time, and Sister and I will be left alone in our room without a TV. (I’ve gotta talk to her about that. Every guy needs his Sports Center.) Well, I guess you can’t spread the gospel if you sit in your house all day with two adorable puppies, just like Lucy can’t share her story if she wears that t-shirt all the time and doesn’t express herself.

Maybe I better make a move and let the world know I’m alive and ready to share that Great Commission, too. I think it’s something about that Jesus fellow. I better open my ears and see what I can find out. I did hear on TV the other night about how dogs are being used to cheer up old people. Maybe I’ll get me a “cause” and live out the “Great Commission” – go into the world and preach the gospel to all creation. I guess in Lucy’s case, that means squirrels. I wouldn’t mind having a t- shirt with Mark 16:15 on it. I can just see me now….

Points to Ponder:

1. Have you ever followed the “Great Commission”? When?

2. How do you feel if you ignore the “great Commission?

3. Is there Someone in your life who hears more than you think?

Pray with me:

Dear Hearer of all,

You’re everywhere in my world. I thank You for hearing, loving, and  guiding me to follow You.

Listening and following.

 

I’ve Been Framed

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“…steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the Lord.” Psalm 32:10

I’ve been framed, and thank goodness Some One bailed me out!

As you walk around our warm, cozy home and glance at the cheerful golden painted walls, you can truly see the story of our lives.  Snippets of fleeting moments in time during our lifelong journey have been forever captured and memorialized in frames.   Through the years there has been no rhyme or reason as to the next amazing tidbit of life that deserved a piece of non-glare glass with an inviting frame surrounding it and keeping it safe.  Autographed baseball cards, brightly colored scribble-art from a preschooler’s class, a treasured letter written by my mom, and even an invitation to our wedding have all donned our walls at different times.  I’ve hung Christmas cards, crosses, pages from an old Bible, and at one time my prize wall adorned framed post cards from our travels.  Now my most prized gallery holds our sons’ wedding pictures, with a spotlight on the new king of the family, our precious  grandson.

The passage of time can easily be seen as the boys grew into men.  Years are registered by my trendy hairstyles, but Mike always looks the same.  I don’t understand men and their ability to have the same hair no matter what their age.  They may have more or less, but in reality it’s the same.

What is my obsession with glass and wood?  Perhaps it’s a feeling of stability from the wood, clarity from the glass, and a steadfast love that resonates through me as I gaze at the treasured centers of the frames.  As I look with clarity into the joys of days gone by, I fully realize that while the pictures contain treasured memories, they no longer define me.  From the day I was born, my life’s experiences, my joys and sorrows were events that framed my life, but those events didn’t define who I am.  When the day is done, only one thing can be found in the center of this human frame, and that is my relationship with the Holy One.  His steady hand has always guided me, and His steadfast love has always been in the midst of my being.  He is the center of all things, and I trust my Father to define me.

My faithful Some One is continually bailing me out of the jail of life when I forget to look beyond the familiar edges of old frames and move forward to walk the path He has planned for me.  I am becoming a true follower of Jesus, one who only asks, “May I sit with You and feel Your steadfast, never changing love?”

George Eliot said, “It’s never too late to become what you might have become.”

Hey, does anyone have a frame?  I have something new to hang on my wall!

Points to Ponder:

1. What is in the center of your frame?

2. Do you feel God’s steadfast love? When?

3. Are you who you want to be? Are you who God has planned for you to be?

 

Pray with me:

Dear Some One,

You come to me and help me to feel that you are the core of my being. Help me to soak up  Your steadfast love as You surrounds me as I walk each day with you.

Caught in the middle

 

 

 

Charlie Knows Best

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Poor Me

“Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.”  Psalm 36:5

A simple teeth cleaning and mole removal should not have been so difficult. I remember my sister, Lucy, having a mole removed last year and how she worked her drama-queen act and got special attention for three days. But hey, I’m a tough manly dog so I didn’t think it would be that hard on me, even though there is that haunting, reoccurring nightmare of my last surgery when I woke up with some very important body parts missing!

Mom and Dad left me at Torture Town overnight, knowing full well that I’m not into sleepovers, especially with the vet. By the time Mom picked me up I was almost healed, but I performed my crafty shivering routine so she would think I was extremely traumatized. When Mom carried me out to the car wrapped in her loving arms, I was still a bit drowsy, but began plotting ways to make the most of her sympathetic guilt for what she had done to me. As she carried me I heard her mumble something about not being sure I was worth the money I cost them. That shocking comment instantly awakened me into full consciousness, and I quickly made a note to myself, “Poop outside, not in the house for the next few days!”

My stitches had been in for two weeks … that’s fourteen long, tedious days of itching and misery … that’s longer than it takes human stitches to heal! Enough was enough of those pesky itching stitches, so I began to take matters into my own paws and started gnawing on them trying to get them out. Unfortunately, Mom saw me and put that crown of shame on my head. I’ll just say it was pretty humiliating. Even the squirrels laughed at me when I was on yard patrol! Thankfully, my manly Dad came to my rescue and made my over-protective mother take that ridiculous cone off my head. We manly-men have to stick together. But then Dad put a crazy Scooby Doo Band-Aid on me in its place! What was he thinking? I had to do one of Mom’s yoga contortionist moves to jerk that stupid thing off. Once again I could attack the source of my misery, but in final exasperation I had to call on Nurse Lucy to pull out the last stitch. Whew! What a relief! Now I wouldn’t need a return visit to the vet to have those annoying pieces of thread yanked out, or so I thought. The next morning when Mom was doing her wound inspection she went ballistic when she noticed the stitches were gone. Where were they? Had I swallowed them? She had seen Lucy examining and licking them earlier in the week. Could Lucy have swallowed them? Had my incision healed correctly? There were too many unanswered questions, so Mom loaded me in the car and took me back to the House of Pain.

Even though Mom was concerned, I could tell she was also a bit annoyed with me, so in an attempt to get a little sympathy, I was shaking when she handed me to the vet. But wow, I got a great surprise. Dr. Ben said he had never seen such a great job of suture removal. In fact, since the evidence showed that I had a steady touch, he suggested I apply for vet school in the fall. I’ve been trying to tell Mom I was capable of doing more than chasing squirrels and napping all day. I could really make a difference in this world. But what about Mom, Dad, and Lucy? I know they would be heartbroken if I leave.

Today I heard Mom during her quiet time trying to memorize Psalm 36:5. She quoted aloud, “Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.”

That scripture made me rethink going off to vet school. I have been told I’m quite a lover, and there is no one as faithful as me. I can make a difference right here at home. I’ll be here when someone needs a loving hug; I’ll be here wagging my tail in encouragement when they come home from a long hard day. Loving and faithful … two traits I can share with my family and other people I meet. I may be just a dog, but I can be His paws on earth. Besides, my study skills are little rusty, and what’s that old saying about teaching an old dog new tricks?

Points to Ponder:

1. Do you see God’s love around you? In what way?

2. Do you share God’s love? How?

3. Are you satisfied with your life? Is there anything that you would change?

Pray with me:

Dear Faithful One,

Open my eyes to see Your heavenly love around me. Help me to share Your faithfulness with others as I listen for Your plans for me.

Awaiting your touch.

 

I’m Excited!

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Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God.” Mark 10:27                                    

I’m so excited!  The Holy Spirit spoke to me!  You’re probably thinking, “Yeah…sure, Debi.”  But He truly did! Not in a booming voice that rattles windows or parts the earth, nor in the form of a breeze blowing gently across my face.  It wasn’t even while I quietly knelt in earnest prayer.  The sound of His soothing voice got my attention, without even using my middle name, like my mom had to on occasion. Our Father spoke through the eyes of malnourished Little Joe, a nine-year-old boy from Rwanda.

With the support of Africa New Life  and a loving Texas family, Little Joe traveled to Austin to receive the medical attention to enable him to walk. Gradually Little Joe’s malnourished body began to heal and it was time for that joyous spirit within to feel the love of his adopted State. I heard through the grape vine, or was it the Holy Vine,  Little Joe was coming to Dallas for the weekend to attend a Texas Ranger’s baseball game. Our God works in the realm of amazing. When the Holy Spirit actually calls your name with an assignment, you better snap to and follow His lead! The night the Delighter of our soul had planned for Little Joe was so much more than was ever imagined.

Through His love and grace, God opened doors and gave Little Joe a glorious night to remember.  He was welcomed onto the field for batting practice, had a pre-game visit with the Texas Rangers, and to top off the evening a fly ball miraculously winged its way into a very excited boy’s lap. There were many angels at the game that night, showing a small boy from a foreign land God’s grace and joy.  All things are possible because our Lord loves us.  The Holy Spirit can take over your thoughts and energy if you just let Him.  Being in tune with my Savior that day allowed me to hear His voice and be blessed by seeing how His irreplaceable presence in my life changed another’s.

God’s kingdom can be served right in our own town, on our own street, and even in our own home.  It could be providing food for a hungry family, giving an understanding hug to a heartbroken friend, or opening doors for a memorable evening for a child you’ll never meet.  It’s all up to our Father.  He’s the one who will guide us.  He’s the one who touches our hearts and whispers in our ears, “All things are possible, just follow Me.”

Points to Ponder:

1. Does the Holy Spirit speak to you? How?

2. Do you respond to His heeding?

3. Where do you see God’s kingdom in your life? Can you serve Him there?

 

Pray with me:

Your love and grace is before me as I walk your earth.  Unveil my eyes so I can see, hear, and feel Your presence every breath that I take.

Looking around for You

*The children in the picture are Little Joe’s Texas brother and sisters and Texas  Ranger, Mike Napoli. Their mother nurtured Little Joe and has been God’s hands and feet on earth for him. She is an  amazing woman, just like their KK.