Witnessing

I'm not talking about witnessing to someone. I'm talking about being a witness to destructive behavior of those around us. I am witnessing a marriage in crisis, the couple both young, successful, beautiful children, everyone healthy, educated, financial sound. However somethings are lacking and neither of them know what to do as Satan sends his henchmen to work on the threads that bind the fabric of their marriage and hold their family together.

In addition to these troubling events, destructive behavior has also set in, not just with one, but all. Such a beautiful picture on the outside, but rotting at the core. How can this all possibly be, is there any hope for reconciliation? Is this family doomed to fail? What of the impact of the others outside the immediate family?

Are we to merely witness the events as they unfold or do we become active participants? Is it any better for them if someone else solves their issues or is it better for them to resolve the matters by themselves? I shudder to think of the remorse we would feel if we stood idlely by and allowed an opportunity to provide wisdom an counsel to both of them, how can we idlely stand by and watch as Satan's henchmen have their way.

Will the values and examples given us provide enough value for the family to understand what is at stake to be lost, knowing that choices are plentiful to be made, the problems and issues mounded over the years will not all be dealth with in a matter of days or weeks, but months and years. What value do they place on their marriage and family? Do they consider it worth fighting for? Would they allow their children to run into discourse and trouble because their own anger blinds them to what is happening?

God as my witness, does not intend to see me sit idlely by and not open my mouth, planting the seeds of redemption and reconciliation, however I am not the one to cultivate and care for them, I am merely the sower of seeds, prayerful to select the seeds of wisdom and hope, love and sacrafice, honor and respect, clarity and understanding, time and patience.

Lord, God, Grantor of all things, I humble myself before thee, take me from this world if thy will, but spare this couple the indignations of surrendering to satan and his henchmen, allow their keel to sit low in the water, righting the bow, allow their sails to be full with the breathe of your teachings, I pray their blindness would be cured, allow them to see the destructive forces ripping the very fabric that binds them to be torn from them. May they be slow to anger and speak, Lord I beseach the on their behalf, spare me not in exchange for their marriage and family, what worth is my life if I am to merely witness, Glory to the father and the son, I ask these things through your son, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Standing Post

One of the first things I learned growing up near the middle in a large family was to blend in, almost invisable at times, maybe appearing timid to some, while others may have thought I was just being sly. Just as the night gives way to day or the fog to the sunlight, ultimately I gave way to responsibility.

Being responsible comes with its fair share of headaches and heartaches as well. Here I am typing because responsibilities and a headache woke me from sleep, can't hide the call no matter how subtle or strong. Knowing I am not alone gives me comfort, knowing I am forgiven gives me hope, knowing I have purpose gives me reason to Stand Post.

Just so you know

You are never far from my thoughts, oh sure we have lots of them on any given day, a million or two miscellaneous thoughts all competing to be in the lead or over power the others, but then along comes something to change the pace of the day, the closing kiss - the touch of your hand on my shoulder - the unforgettable hug we seem to have perfected before we close our eyes to sleep.

Just so you know, that although the millions of things that creep through the caverns of my mind on a daily basis, that even occupy my thoughts as I should be resting, but instead I could not rest, lest Just so you know.

I hear and feel the trouble within my heart as we witness the strife in another couples life, gone are the important matters of their heart, focus given way to less sustaining matters and material things, seemingly most of it squandered, I feel pain for them.

Dad

As defined by Websters, Dad : Father, Father is defined as first person in the trinity.

Walking through the store the other day, I watched as a dad was beseiged by his three children, all trying to gain his attention with one crying louder than the others repeatedly; dad, dad, dad, dad, dadddd, dad, dad, can you hear me, dad....

I sometimes feel what this child felt, what have I done wrong that you won't answer or give me your full attention. Then as before I catch my words in mid air as they escape my lips and draw them back with guilt, knowing who am I to ask for his attention from those who are in desperate flight or peril.

The song " His Eye on the Sparrow" races through my heart;

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,



Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,


When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:


His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;

Oh how humble we should all be to know we lack nothing.