[Faith-talk] Daily Thought for Thursday, July 24, 2014

Thu Jul 24 20:37:44 UTC 2014

Perfect fit IMO Rob. 

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                After reading this dayley thought, it brought to mind this
song by Bobby Goldsboro. I hope no one takes ofense to this. The song came
out in the Summer of 1976.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nny3aQBU8Ec

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From: Paul via Faith-talk
Sent: Thursday, July 24, 2014 10:32 AM
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Subject: [Faith-talk] Daily Thought for Thursday, July 24, 2014

Hello and good day to all my fellow saints of the Most High God on this
summer day, at least it's still summer in the northern hemisphere.  Of
course, I realize that you in New Zealand and maybe parts of Australia are
in your winter.  Whatever the weather and whatever the state of your health
may be, I hope that, when you read this, that you're all doing well today.

The following article, again from last year for most of you, will be
especially geared to you moms out there who have young children, especially
young girls.  It was written by Pam Bostwick, a writer from Utah, and it's
title is "A Gift of Love," rendered as follows:

"Mom, come chase butterflies with me," my daughter called as the screen door
banged behind her.

I groaned and picked up another potato.  "I'd love to, Robin, if I ever get
this done."

"Then you'll have something else to do," she complained.

I paused, peeler in midair.  Potatoes would wait but time with my daughter
wouldn't always be there.

"You're right." I smiled.  "It's too nice outside to stay in a stuffy house.

Let's go."

Robin hesitated.  "Mom, aren't butterflies too small for you to see?"

Robin had always been unusually perceptive about my near blindness.  "It'll
be okay." I patted her shoulder.  "I can look at one through your eyes."

Out in the warm sunshine, it didn't take long for Robin to find a monarch
butterfly we could follow.  "It's real colorful, Mom, with brown and yellow
wings.  I wish you could see it."

"I'm afraid your butterfly moves too fast for that," I chuckled.  "I have an
idea, though.  You tell me when it is by the big things I can see.  Then at
least I'll know where it's at."

The two of us chased the butterfly around the yard, and I felt like a kid
again.  The soft grass tickled my hot toes, and the slight breeze refreshed
the humid day.  Meanwhile, Robin explained, "The butterfly is by a tree and
going toward the sky.  Now it's near the hedge but is headed for the garbage
cans."

Soon Robin told me, "I've lost it."

I suggested we take a rest, so we flopped down under our old sycamore tree. 
After a minute Robin said, "Maybe I can think of a way for you to see a
butterfly."

I squeezed her hand.  "I'd love to watch one, Robin." I shrugged.  "But I
don't know how I can."

"A butterfly is one of God's prettiest creations," Robin reflected.  "We'll
just have to find a way for you to look at one.  I'll be back."

She scurried away, and I marveled at her simple faith.  While I waited for
her, I looked around at the majestic purple mountains, the green in the tree
and the yellow ball of sun.  Even though I missed most of the details in my
surroundings, I was grateful.  What if my world remained in total darkness?

I must have dozed because the next sound I heard was Robin's eager voice as
she shook me awake.  "Mom, I have something to show you."

She thrust a bottle into my hands.  I moved it next to my face and squinted
until my eyes focused on a brown and yellow something that darted inside the
jar.

"A butterfly!" My voice was filled with the awe I felt.

"I captured it just for you."

"It's beautiful." My throat tightened, and I could hardly go on.  "It's so
close.  I can watch it with my own eyes while it spreads its tiny wings." I
held the bottle away and hugged her.  "Thank you, Robin.  Thank you, God," I
whispered.

"You can keep it," Robin offered.

"I'd like to honey, except no one, especially a butterfly, wants to be
cooped up in a bottle."

"Oh, Mom! If you let it go, you won't be able to see it anymore."

"No, but I'll always remember."

Once more I peered at what I could glimpse of the butterfly's tiny wings. 
For a trembling moment my eyes lingered.  I was not quite ready to let this
moment of seeing go.  I longed to engrave its colors in my mind.  I peered
at it until my eyes blurred.  Then I gave the jar back to Robin.  I had
viewed a butterfly.  It was enough.

"Mom, do you ever feel like you're in a bottle?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if I was a butterfly in a bottle, I don't think I'd see much around
me.  That must be how it is for you."

I was touched by her insight.  "Yes, I guess that's how it is unless I have
someone like you to show me things like butterflies."

"I'll go dig up a worm for you to look at."

"Oh, no," I laughed as I turned up my nose.  I think we can pass on that
one."

We walked back to the house embracing a new kind of closeness.  Someday,
when Robin soars away to find her own life, she and I will have forgotten
that the potatoes were left unpeeled.  Yet, we will treasure the memory of
our butterfly and afternoon spent together.

Down the street from where I live there is an 8-year-old girl named Carli
(or is it Carly, I don't know the spelling) who, one day several months ago
while I was walking around the block, asked me after initial greetings if
I'd like to see the flowers in the garden that she and her grandmother had
planted.  (I don't know about Carli's Mom or Dad and I didn't ask).  I said
that I'd love to see the flowers.  Patiently she explained the stamens,
roots, plants, blossoms and other parts of several flowers to me while
placing my fingers on the various parts of the same.  Through her insightful
eyes I gained an appreciation of some flowers that otherwise I would never
have known.

Now, for you married ladies, have you had a similar experience with a
daughter? If you'd like to share, I'm sure that people on a particular list
would like to hear about it.

And now may the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob just keep us safe,
individually and collectively, in these last days in which we live.  Lord
willing, tomorrow there will be another daily thought article for you.  Your
Christian friend and brother, Paul
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