|I'd follow this man anywhere|
Monday, April 6, 2020
Call us crazy, but Gary and I went tromping through the woods today. Together. For fun. And for a very good reason--at least to my dear husband. Me? I was just happy to be in the mountains.
With a beautiful day at hand, we hopped in the car and headed across the valley to the mountains.
Once on the picturesque Blue Ridge Parkway, he steered the car northward in search of his “spot.” The goal was to scout for turkey sign as a precursor to the start of the upcoming season in short six days. He is beyond excited at the prospect of hunting more than normal now that the world seems to have closed up shop due to Corvid-19. Less work=hunt more.
Here’s the back story. Hunting turkeys is a favorite pastime for this husband of mine. For years he ventured into the national forest for a chance to call in a big ‘ol turkey before blasting pellets into the bird. He often took friends with him, parking in the dark, wee hours of the morning, bushwhacking up the mountainside, and positioning himself to outwit a gobbler in search of love by replicating the irritating yelp of the female. Many of his hunts proved successful. An unproductive Elmer Fudd he is not.
The hike along said trails led us first to a relatively flat area that he frequented when he hunted this area in years past. He told me stories of how his dad shot a bird 25 years ago, and how a friend missed one that Gary called in. We abandoned the easy trail and began to look for sign in the woods. “I’ll head to the left and you look to the right,” Gary instructed. “You know what you’re looking for, right?”
Good question. Turns out that turkeys love to scratch around in leaves in their quest for bugs or whatever it is they find tasty. “So I’m looking for messy leaves?” Hum. This should be interesting in a forest with a leaf-covered floor. He showed me an example of a scratch, but I wasn't convinced. I tried hard to find an obvious sign of gathered turkeys. Nevertheless, I think I was concentrating more on not tripping over dead-fall than I was in finding sign.
It wasn’t until we checked out another area of open hardwoods that I really caught on. I began to
So think about this. If wild turkey routinely leave signs, I’m wondering how hard it should be for our presence as Christ-followers to be identified?
It seems to me that we should be making a difference wherever we are. People should be able to say, “Look. A Christian has obviously been here. We can tell."
A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. John 13:34, 35
Monday, January 20, 2020
|The beloved Lamby|
We were visiting some relatives and staying the night, Lamby in tow. Addyson and Lamby cuddled throughout the night, greeting the morning healthy and happy. After some time playing with cousins, we left to travel home as did the cousins. Only problem was, Lamby did not make it into our car. That devastating fact didn’t make itself known until several hours later. We made frantic calls back to Aunt Joy in a quest to find the stuffed animal. Despite looking high and low, Lamby had gone missing. Where, oh where, could she possibly be? An all-points bulletin was put out to Kerry, Aunt Joy's daughter, and her brood of husband and three kids. Had Lamby accidentally gotten in that car and traveled to their home?
|Where, of where, could Lamby be?|
I tucked her into bed, privileged to hear sweet prayers for her mommy and daddy. Then with tiny hands folded in prayer-like posture, the tears cascaded once again. “Why don’t you pray that Lamby will be found?” I prompted.
“Okay, Grandma. I will.” Between heart-wrenching sobs, she choked out the sweetest prayer in her soft-spoken, almost whispered, tone. “Dear God, please keep Lamby safe. I love her so much. I miss her with all my heart. Please help her to be found. Amen.”
|Lamby is found hiding under the bed|
As she prayed, I heard my phone beep. It was a simple text from Joy. “Lamby has been found.” What?!? Could it be?
“Addyson, Aunt Joy found Lamby! She is safe and sound!” As the news of the find registered in her heart and mind, her face lit up as if a switch had been flipped on. Tears of joy replaced tears of sadness. There was great celebration in that bedroom! Apparently, Kerry's oldest had hidden Lamby behind some floor pillows and under the bed in Aunt Joy and Uncle Skip's bedroom. It was on the wildest whim that Aunt Joy thought to look there. But sure enough, Lamby was pulled from amongst the dust bunnies residing in that dark and hidden-away zone. What a relief that the lost lamb had been found! It was a teachable moment about God’s goodness, answered prayer, and His pursuit of those who are lost.
|What joy to be no longer lost, but found!|
We have an awesome God who chases down his lost lambs, human and otherwise.
Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them.
Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent. Luke 15:3-7
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