Golden Threads

Everyone has a story to tell and everyone has golden threads woven into the fabric of their life.  Here are a few of mine....in no special order or time frame.

The Treasured Book

A thought came to me that I might have some books that I had borrowed that needed to be returned. I had quite a few books and went to my bookshelf to look.  I found several and one in particular caught my attention. It was a small book probably not more than a half inch thick. I opened the cover and realized that the book belonged to a friend, Anita, that I had not seen for over fifteen years! I had no idea where she lived but I remembered a close friend of hers that lived in the Houston area. 

 

I called her friend, Rachel and was able to get an address and mailed the book with an enclosed note. Almost immediately I received a note from Anita, telling me that she was having a very difficult time in her life. She said that she had been praying that God would bring back to her that particular book. . . and He did! It was such a joy to me that I was the one that had the book! We both rejoiced and gave praise to God. 

 You never know when you have a thought to do something, say something, call or write a note to someone that it might be God that is whispering this thought into your mind and heart.

1987

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Holy, Holy, Holy

My husband, Curtis and I attended a Bible Study Fellowship retreat with approximately 1900 other members. The retreat was well planned and we enjoyed it all... the music, special speakers, food, and fellowship with others and yet as impressive as it was I have forgotten the names of most of the speakers, and what they shared, etc. But there is one thing that happened that remains intact in my memory and emotions. As we were coming out of the breakfast room the last morning of the retreat, we were given instructions to go quietly as we gathered in the hotel lobby or on the balcony of our floor where at a given time we were to start singing, "Holy, Holy, Holy." How can one explain this moment as hundreds of voices began to sing. Softly at first then becoming stronger until rising into a crescendo as we completed four verses of this beautiful hymn. The people and even the workers just stood and listened. The only sound or movement that I observed were the elevators as they continued to operate. Curt was so overcome with emotion that he had difficulty singing. It was glorious! I could feel the oneness of spirit as we were singing, although we represented many, many, different denominations and churches.

 Surely, this must have been a foretaste to that day when ". . . at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven, and under the earth and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." Philippians 2:10:11

To My Daddy

This was written my our daughter, Darlene, who left us with many beautiful writings, paintings and memories to cherish as solace for our grief after our loss of her from a heart problem.

   

"Daddy, do you love the boys

way more than you love me?"

I remember your eyes welled up with tears

and you placed me on your knee.

"Punkin, you're my only girl

more precious than you know - 

you fill my heart with a special joy

I carry wherever I go,"

Feeling warm and secure in your love

I soon fell fast asleep;

keeping alive within me

the memory of your words so sweet.

A special bond was born that night -

a bond known 'round the world;.

A precious bond known only to

a Daddy and his little girl.

I couldn't stay a little girl,

nature made me grow.

Though a part of me wanted to stay,

I knew I had to go.

I still remember the pain in your eyes

"Darlene, please come home."

But I couldn't Daddy...don't you see

I had to stand on my own.

the struggle I was going through

you couldn't possibly see,

for if I didn't leave right then 

I'd have remained there on your knee.

Many years have since gone by -

many things have changed.

My hair is grey...my children grown,

my household rearranged;

But still sometimes when it's late at night

and I'm feeling sad or alone

I travel back to a place and time -  

a place that feels like home.

I'm sitting on my Daddy's knee,

He gentle smiles at me

He holds me close

And let's me know 

His  'girl'  I'll always be.