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Still Faithful

 “Because of the Lord’s faithful love we do not perish, for His mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness!” Lamentations 3:22

Faster than you can say, “Shoot that thing” I was down. Two things still amaze me. First is how quickly the unexpected can happen.  Second, how gracious God is. Period. So, my wife Judy had a meeting and she asked me to tag along. After a bit of reluctance, I agreed and headed upstairs to get dressed. I put on a fresh shirt and then headed back downstairs.

Our stairs are hardwood and as my shoes were downstairs I just had my socks on. Can someone say, “Trouble?” These particular socks were a gift from my daughter. They were low cut but were also compression type socks which I guess made them a little more slippery on the bare stairs. I bet you can see where this is going, can’t you?

So our stairs have a long stretch but about two thirds of the way down they have a small landing and then turn to the main floor. Well, as I reached the landing, my slick socks gave way and I fell…slid…the rest of the way down…about five our six steps. Well, I made quite a noise which caused Judy to come and see what had happened. When she arrived she found me piled up…well, maybe stretched out would be a better term, at the bottom of the stairs.

I was a bit sore, a whole lot embarrassed but also a whole bunch grateful. You see, once again my Dearest Daddy saw fit to protect me from what could have been a nasty fall. There definitely was the opportunity for me to be one of those senior adults who slip and fall and end up with something broken. But out of his abundance mercy…nothing was broken. I was and am very grateful.

Now the truth is I can’t count the times that God has watch over me and that doesn’t include the times I don’t even know about. I know it has been enough that one of the first things that pop into my head is, “Thank you.” I don’t spend much if any time wondering why it happened…or whining…I’m just grateful that He was watching.

So, let me encourage you to be sure and thank the Father for His faithfulness. I know that not every incident and accident has this perfect outcome but I also know regardless…He is faithful. So why not pause right now, think of a time when you piled up somewhere and thank Him for being there. We have learned that over and over again, no matter what, “He’s got this.” Bro. Dewayne

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Sock It To Me

 “Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever.” Psalm 107:1

My sock had gone missing. Normally in my world a missing sock would only garner a yawn but this was different. You see, several years ago my daughter gave me some socks for Christmas. Again, normally not an exciting Christmas gift but these socks were different.  Their trade name is Bombas and they are definitely not Walmart priced. Let’s just say they cost more than I would ever pay. But the bottom line is they are way comfortable. I’ve never loved a sock before but that day I fell for them. Hence the loss of this sock was a big deal.

So we spent ten days at Topsail–a state park in Florida. Judy did a load of laundry and when we brought it back to our bungalow, I helped her fold everything. We folded this and we folded that and finally there was one item left–a lone Bombas sock.  Its mate had gone missing. So we first did a pretty through search of our cabin but to no avail. We then went down to the laundry mat to see if it had gotten left behind. Nope. It began to look like my beloved Bombas sock had simply disappeared. I was disappointed but hey…worse things had happened.

Judy told me that sometimes people, when they find things in the machine or dryer, will bring them back. Well, the next day we went back, twice, and no sock. It began to look like I was going to give it up or start a new trend of wearing one sock. Finally, on day three, we were coming back from somewhere and I told Judy that maybe we should check one more time. One.More.Time. So we did and when she came out…she was empty-handed. Bummer.

When she got to the car, I asked, “No luck?” Then, she smiled and pulled the sock out of her pocket. I was wowed. I was smiling. I was happy.  I was grateful–to my Dearest Daddy–for once again caring about the smallest of details…even a missing sock. Do I believe He was working on my behalf?  Absolutely. Do I believe He cares about missing socks? Yup–I sure do. You see…that is the kind of God He is.

Here’s the big truth for today. It isn’t that God cares about socks, it is that we should learn to be grateful for anything and everything that He does. Along with thanking Him for the sock, I asked Him to help me to never forget to be grateful. He is a loving God of the details and He is active everywhere. I hope we don’t forget that. By the way, I am glad the sock didn’t show you for three days–it made the blessing bigger. God’s timing is always the best and God is the God who gladly let’s us know, “He’s got this.” Bro. Dewayne