Through the eyes of a child

In listening to someone, on morning TV, today, I learned that my memory is more of a “gift” than I thought! I know, for sure, that I remember as far back as being 18 months old. In reading a page called “You might have a heritage in the Church of God if…” I listed the places my parents had pastored, among them the little town I mention in this article and someone responded that they were celebrating the church’s 75th Anniversary! I mentioned something that I remembered and it was as plain and real as the day it happened. I wanted to share it with you! When I was a little girl I thought my daddy was the biggest, strongest man there could ever be, Superman certainly had nothing on him! When I was five we lived in Lockhart, S.C. It was a “Mill Village”, which meant that everyone who lived there worked for the mill. I don’t remember what they made, may have been sheets, towels, I am not sure. The street we lived on had a dead end and the church my dad pastored was at the end of that street. Little identical houses lined both sides of the street; we lived in one of those small houses. The Superintendent of the Mill took a liking to the “preacher” and when one of the foreman’s moved, he decided to let us move into that larger house, it was high on the side of a hill. There was no refrigerator in that house so we were to take our old one there. No one was available to help move it so daddy wrapped a big leather strap around it and somehow attached it to his back.  I can still see the ladies and young boys standing with wide, unbelieving eyes watching my super dad hoist that big fridge on his back and walk it up that hill, sweat pouring off that big, crooked, Armenian nose. My dad was still powerful in a lot of ways until he died, not physically but spiritually he was still a giant! Psalm 34:2 My soul shall make its boast in the Lord; the humble shall hear of it and be glad. As a child we are convinced of our daddy’s greatness and will say, “My dad can do anything”; then we realize that he is indeed human. However, for the child of God the opposite is true as we grow in understanding of the greatness of our Lord. As growth increases our awareness of His greatness we will become increasingly more dependent on Him to direct us and enable us. That defines “walking in the Spirit”. Then we increase in our desire for childlike worship-ready praise that is vocal and visible in our celebration of Him! Psalm 131:1-3 Lord my heart is not haughty, nor my eyes lofty. Neither do I concern myself with great matters, nor with things too profound for me. Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. …hope in the LORD from this time forth and forever. In this Psalm David describes himself as a small child, looking to God for everything in the way a child looks to its mother. True maturity looks less and less to our own wisdom for answers or to our own earthly strength for results and trusts the Father entirely. Then when God moves on our behalf you will want to brag about Him to anyone who will listen! It is important to ask yourself if people know who our “Daddy God” is. My Daddy God has been so good to me, He answers all my prayers, yes ALL, sometimes He has to tell me no but even when He does I always end up understanding why, that’s how good He is. Sometimes it seems that He looks down the road and “knows before I call” and “answers while I am yet speaking!” (Isaiah 65:24)

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