Monday, November 30, 2015

A Lesson In Life from Kodak

Oh, the patience of Kodak.  

My collie and I played together this morning with his favorite toy - an empty box.  Kodak loves boxes - of all sizes.  After a few minutes of tug and war with an empty tissue box, I lost interest as the box began ripping apart.  I returned to my business - cleaning up the kitchen.  

About twenty minutes later, I walked into the living room.  Kodak was laying on the floor looking at me.  In his mouth - still - was a remaining piece of the tissue box.  

For Kodak, time had gone into suspended animation.

He patiently remained waiting for me to be done with my busyness so we could continue with our game.  The cardboard was soaked from his saliva.  He never released his grip.  He held on firmly yet gently.  Patiently.  Waiting for me. 

It almost brought me to tears.

A blog post began to take form. So, here I now sit.

Our Father never releases His grip.
He holds us ever so gently, yet firmly in His Hand.
Patiently, He remains awaiting us.

As you and I go about our daily lives, doing and doing and doing, there He remains. 
Patiently. 
Waiting for me.  
Waiting for you.  
To come and "play" with Him.
He never releases His gentle, but firm grip.  


Suspending time, our Father just waits and waits and waits. 
Remaining forever faithful. 
As if to say,"Are you done yet?  Can we "play" now?"








Oh, Hallelujah! 

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Friday, November 27, 2015

Will You Play Your Drum for Him?

                        Little Drummer Boy

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum 
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum 
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum 
To lay before The King, pa rum pum pum pum, 
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum, 
When we come. 

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum 
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum 
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum 
That's fit to give The King, pa rum pum pum pum, 
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, 

Shall I play for You, pa rum pum pum pum, 
On my drum? 

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum 
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum 
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum 
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum, 
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, 

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum 
Me and my drum.  
                 ~ lyrics to Little Drummer Boy 

What is your “drum”? 
What do you “play” for the honor of The LORD? 
What are your talents?  Your giftings?

Do you play drums?
Is your talent musical, lyrical?
Is it poetry or writing?
Is it cooking, sewing, or woodworking?
Is it mechanical or playing a sport?
Is it teaching?
Preaching?
Hospitality?
Is it giving?  
Is it praying?
Is it hugging or speaking words of encouragement?
Is it listening with ears to hear?

Whatever your ”drum” is, play it unto the Glory and Honor of The King as a gift back unto Him.
Play for Him.  
Play the best you can for Him. 
And He will smile upon you.

Because of Him and Unto Him,