A Man of His WordWritten by Joyce C. Lock
Suppose we make a promise that seems fully reasonable. Though later, circumstances arise in which we have to neglect someone in need in order to fulfill that promise. Maybe a person came to visit and was just leaving in time to fulfill original promise, but they slip and fall ... being injured and in need of medical attention. Do we leave injured person unattended because we made a promise? Of course not. But, what if we aren't doing what God called us to, because we are busy keeping our word elsewhere, and miss opportunity to meet a spiritual need. Isn't it same thing? The only difference is where wound is located. Maybe we gave our word and later realized God wasn't calling us to it. Do we ignore what God is calling us to in order to meet previous obligation? Does He come first or second? In such cases, we have a choice. Is our word God? Is law our God? Is what people think our God? Or, does God's will for us come above all gods? If we make a promise, only later to realize our error, in order for God to be first - we just might have to eat humble pie. But, therein is a lesson to be learned. The error in making such a promise wasn't God's.
| | Butterfly KissesWritten by Marie Williams
“Where has time gone?” I mumbled to myself. “Just when I think I am organized, something unexpected pops up and that does away with my schedule.” Telephone calls, unending questions from my son, and 'honey dos' were just a few interruptions of morning. I sighed as I stood at my kitchen window washing dishes and wondered what else day might bring. I was tired, and day had only begun. I watched our youngest daughter from window while washing dishes. She was oblivious to a watchful eye, as she frolicked in a field of wildflowers with butterflies flitting around her. She whirled and twirled as a ballet dancer. Suddenly my flower child sat down, right in middle of field, blond head bobbing from side to side with music, she alone could hear. Tossing dishtowel on cabinet, I strolled outside to join my ballerina in field of colorful flowers. She held her finger to her lips to silence me as I approached. Obliging, I eased down cross-legged before her. Suddenly most beautiful butterfly lit on her cheek. Eyes wide with wonder, she couldn’t keep quiet another moment. A giggle bubbled from within her, breaking silence. A glorious sound of robust laughter filled air as I joined in celebration of life while caught up in moment.
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