Post by pannt51 on Oct 29, 2011 9:37:35 GMT -5
FLOUR FROM HEAVEN
As I sat at the table eating breakfast this morning I was looking out at the snow on the ground and trees and thought about my dad, who has been in Heaven for nearly twenty years now. Missing him greatly this morning I was thinking of his good sense of humor that endeared him to me so. No matter the circumstances which may have been facing us it always seemed as if Daddy could just take them in stride and find something humorous to say.
Daddy was a source of comfort and encouragement to me, especially where my love of reading and writing was concerned. In fact, it was he and my husband, Roger, who encouraged me to take that first step to try to write a story of my own.
While my dad didn’t live to see my dream of becoming a published author come true there is never a manuscript which I write that I can’t seem to feel his presence around me, encouraging me on, even on those days when I would love to just give up and throw it all in the trash and forget about it.
But as I recall his humor that kept our family laughing, I realize that I too have that same exuberance love for life which he possessed. For, regardless of the problems and ups and downs I have in life, I keep pressing forward, loving life and the humor that dad instilled in me.
I thank the Lord in Heaven for a good, godly father who was true gentleman and a true Christian and I will always carry within my heart those special moments that he and I shared so often over the years, for my father understood me in ways that no one else in my family could.
He and I use to sit and talk and wonder at the things in this world, things for which neither of us had words to explain or the mind of understanding to know why things often happened as they did. I particularly remember a special time when he and I had gone to town together. Talking as we always did he asked me something which I had never given any thought to, and still to this day I think about. He had asked me if I ever wondered why the Good Lord put me on this earth?
A very good question indeed.
For it is a question I ponder, yet I know the answer. He put me on this earth to be a child of His and to be a light to anyone I come in contact with. But I also believe that He put me on this earth to be a writer. For only He could have given me the talent to put words to paper the way I do. I will, in no way, try to take credit for that talent for it is not of me or myself, but of the Lord above who choose a little, simple country girl like me to write.
I truly thank my God for this talent and I know that someday I will be able to thank Him face to face when it is my turn to leave this old world and to stand before him as I leave behind me a treasure trove of written words in the form of books and other writing I will leave behind. All thanks to my Lord, my husband, and my dad, who is with me each and every day I awake and go about my day.
As for the snow outside my window! Well, what can I say? It’s another of God’s wonders. Yet, every time it snows I like to think of my dad and think that the Good Lord has put him and my father-in-law, William Turner on KP duty because of something mischievous that they obviously have done up there in Heaven.
Only trouble is, every time they are put on KP duty for being naughty little angels they end up spilling God’s flour all over everything. Knowing those two fun loving angels I can just see them picking up huge containers of flour and dumping them as they laugh outrageously, while that flour finds its way to earth, coating everything in its pathway in a shroud of white.
So, the next time you see it snowing, look at the beautiful wonder from Heaven and know that you probably can blame the snow on James Wiley and William Turner and the wild streak that was inbred within them as, even in Heaven, they are continuing to enjoy life to its fullest.
As I sat at the table eating breakfast this morning I was looking out at the snow on the ground and trees and thought about my dad, who has been in Heaven for nearly twenty years now. Missing him greatly this morning I was thinking of his good sense of humor that endeared him to me so. No matter the circumstances which may have been facing us it always seemed as if Daddy could just take them in stride and find something humorous to say.
Daddy was a source of comfort and encouragement to me, especially where my love of reading and writing was concerned. In fact, it was he and my husband, Roger, who encouraged me to take that first step to try to write a story of my own.
While my dad didn’t live to see my dream of becoming a published author come true there is never a manuscript which I write that I can’t seem to feel his presence around me, encouraging me on, even on those days when I would love to just give up and throw it all in the trash and forget about it.
But as I recall his humor that kept our family laughing, I realize that I too have that same exuberance love for life which he possessed. For, regardless of the problems and ups and downs I have in life, I keep pressing forward, loving life and the humor that dad instilled in me.
I thank the Lord in Heaven for a good, godly father who was true gentleman and a true Christian and I will always carry within my heart those special moments that he and I shared so often over the years, for my father understood me in ways that no one else in my family could.
He and I use to sit and talk and wonder at the things in this world, things for which neither of us had words to explain or the mind of understanding to know why things often happened as they did. I particularly remember a special time when he and I had gone to town together. Talking as we always did he asked me something which I had never given any thought to, and still to this day I think about. He had asked me if I ever wondered why the Good Lord put me on this earth?
A very good question indeed.
For it is a question I ponder, yet I know the answer. He put me on this earth to be a child of His and to be a light to anyone I come in contact with. But I also believe that He put me on this earth to be a writer. For only He could have given me the talent to put words to paper the way I do. I will, in no way, try to take credit for that talent for it is not of me or myself, but of the Lord above who choose a little, simple country girl like me to write.
I truly thank my God for this talent and I know that someday I will be able to thank Him face to face when it is my turn to leave this old world and to stand before him as I leave behind me a treasure trove of written words in the form of books and other writing I will leave behind. All thanks to my Lord, my husband, and my dad, who is with me each and every day I awake and go about my day.
As for the snow outside my window! Well, what can I say? It’s another of God’s wonders. Yet, every time it snows I like to think of my dad and think that the Good Lord has put him and my father-in-law, William Turner on KP duty because of something mischievous that they obviously have done up there in Heaven.
Only trouble is, every time they are put on KP duty for being naughty little angels they end up spilling God’s flour all over everything. Knowing those two fun loving angels I can just see them picking up huge containers of flour and dumping them as they laugh outrageously, while that flour finds its way to earth, coating everything in its pathway in a shroud of white.
So, the next time you see it snowing, look at the beautiful wonder from Heaven and know that you probably can blame the snow on James Wiley and William Turner and the wild streak that was inbred within them as, even in Heaven, they are continuing to enjoy life to its fullest.
