Sunday, July 10, 2011
Yesterday was a doodle day for me as I watched some movies/tv shows we have on DVD. As most of you know we do not have cable tv or satellite or whatever they do these days... LOL! We are not completely out of it when it comes to world news, we still listen to the radio and whenever we check our emails the news comes up... so we aren't COMPLETELY out of touch. We like it this way... we do not like all the STUFF that is thrown at you in commercials and some tv shows ~ NO THANK YOU! We are simple people I would like to think, and we strive for the simpler life.
Anyway, yesterday I got to doodle some and as I doodled I thought about my Savior! I can't help but think of Him... where would I be without Him? My life could have taken a far different path and I would have been lost forever! Jesus came and rescued me right at my breaking point... and for that I will always be thankful. So many are lost to the world these days, left in pain and sorrow. HE can take it all away, we need only ask Him.
This reminds me of the week after my Dad passed away, I went to Church that Sunday. For some reason Pastor Barry called an altar call (which was highly uncommon for this Church) and I went up for prayer. A tall grey haired man came to the front to pray for me, I had never seen him before and he did not know my situation having just lost my father. He looked into my tear-filled eyes and said these words, "Jesus takes the place of the ones we lose." Then he prayed for my healing. I never saw that man again but many years later our paths crossed in a most peculiar way... He was head of the Board of the Foursquare Church in Canada and I was working at a Foursquare Church as secretary. I was given the task of putting together a scrapbook for him and I saw a picture of him and knew instantly this was the man who prayed over me after my Dad passed away. For years I thought he was an angel because the words that he told me began my healing journey to grieving for my earthly Father. Because of my job, I was able to place a tribute in the scrapbook telling him how thankful I was for that prayer. He may not have been an angel, but he was certainly like an angel to me by saying those words.
Jesus cares for us and looks after us when we are hurting. I am so in love with Him. Thank you Jesus for this beautiful memory.
Hugs and many blessings to all of you. I hope and pray you are all having a lovely weekend.
Posted by Kelly Watts at 3:30 PM