Saturday, July 2, 2011
can be humbling. Finally, all of you be of one mind, having compassion for one another, love as brothers, be tenderhearted, be courteous … knowing that you were called to this, that you may inherit a blessing.
1 Peter 3:8-9. As you know, blessings can be small or large and come wrapped in all sorts of packages.
To speak on Father’s Day morning was a blessing bestowed upon me and the magnitude of this gift overwhelmed me! Last week, I watched the video from that speaking engagement. I was in tears by the time the recording was over.
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I prepared for this talk differently than other presentations, it wasn't my choice. I attempted to write this speech the same way I've written others recently, I couldn’t do it. Frustration led me to return to the basics – the outline. Maybe it was God’s plan all along, I think so!
Which way do you think the scales tip when weighing whose way is the best?
God's way or my way
As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. If anyone speaks, let him speak as the oracles of God. If anyone ministers, let him do it as with the ability which God supplies, that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belong the glory and the dominion forever and ever. 1 Peter 4:10-11
I shouldn’t be surprised that God’s way was the right way to deliver my presentation. With outlined note cards on the lectern (which I referred to 3 times), my I Touch next to them to watch my time (only looked at it when I set the time originally) and our gracious Heavenly Father writing the script – what could go wrong? Absolutely nothing!
I spoke about the last Father’s Day I spent with my own dad. It had been years since my daddy and I had shared his special day together. Honestly it was decades since we had done anything to share a special memory. Isn’t that sad? Maybe some of you can relate, many audience members told me how they related to it.
God gave my father and I two months and two days to mend all the misunderstandings and miscommunications that spanned almost forty years of our lives. He introduced us to a stranger who flew us into the heavens in his little green Cessna. He gave us a “blue sky day”.
Thank you to the Around 30’s class at Platte Woods UMC for being so welcoming, encouraging and receptive to me as I poured out my heart to you. I feel confident, that as I spoke my dad was smiling down at me saying you doing good girl. But most of all, thank you God for the blessing of the time and healing you gave me with my daddy before he was called home. Thank you my Father for seeing me worthy of your blessings and your healing mercies. Thank you for filling my heart with your words, for the opportunity of ministering to others and touching their hearts.
I felt security in my heart and validation in my mind, as my father took his last breathes, that I truly was my Daddy’s little girl.
This is just one of many stories (see topics list at the top of the page) I share when your church or organization asks me to speak for your group. God has given me the ability to help promote healing and forgiveness within your heart which is blessing number one. The second blessing is, my personal journey of healing continues as I share my stories.
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Isn't it wonderful the way God works in our lives?