Last week, my dad and I were out having breakfast together. As an elderly couple was leaving the restaurant, the lady stopped at our table, rested her fragile hand on my arm and commented on what she had observed. Her words made me teary in the kindness that she spoke to a stranger, knowing that what she had seen and spoke of, I had not taught myself. Actually, myself by itself is corrupt and deceitful in sin, there is nothing about me to notice any good. I am unable to articulate to you what my heart carries in knowing grace through ransom from this deceitful corruption. Christ, He is good and through His ministry of reconciliation His Holy Spirit abides.
God created me in the womb of a God fearing women that was married to a man who would deeply love and provide for his family. As I grew under my mothers guidance, she joyfully proclaimed Truth to my sisters and me. We remember her sweet, gentle words. We remember her comforting care. We remember our dear mommy. She was the one that taught us at the breakfast table, so as this lady commented for my ears to hear, it was not me that she was speaking well of at all, it was my mother and God's grace.
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