WHO KNOWS THE WAY?

 “O Lord, I know the way of man is not in himself; It is not in man who walks to direct his own steps.” Jeremiah 10:23. (NKJV).

“Grandfather. I can’t see where I’m going.” Fog rolled in, blurring the landscape.

“Don’t panic, Timmy. Can you see a few steps in front of you?”

“Yes. But not far.”

“Trust me. I know this path. Watch me, not the things around you.”

“Are you sure?”

Grandfather knelt, put his hands on Timmy’s  shoulders. “Look at me. I love you, son. I know where we’re going.” He chuckled. “Hang on to my coattails.”

“Those aren’t coattails. It’s your jacket tied around your waist.” Timmy snickered.

“Works for me.” Grandfather winked at him.

Timmy gave a quick nod. “For me, too.”  He latched on to Grandfather’s jacket, steps steady.

“Maybe this is a lesson for both of us." Timmy tilted his head.

“Don’t understand.”

“When you thought we were lost in this fog, fear rolled in. Fear causes confusion. Wrong thinking. We need--.”

“A coattail to hang on to?” He tugged on Grandfather’s jacket.

“Right.” Grandfather chuckled. “But not just any coat tail. We need to hang on to the Lord Jesus—the One who directs our steps—“

“Why do I forget? I know I’m to hang on to the Lord Jesus but when all I could see was fog—guess I panicked.” He dipped his head.

“Then what happened?”

“I called out to you—oh, like I can call out to the Lord Jesus?” Grandfather smiled. “Cause He knows the way.” Timmy grinned. “And He promises never to forsake me ’cause He loves me forever."

 “Absolutely, son. Absolutely."

Kingdom Thinking. I choose to remember I’m not alone when I struggle along the foggy path of life. I’m with the One who created the path. He knows the way but most importantly? He knows and loves me just as I am. He offers this love to you. Won't you come to Him?

THE BEST GUARANTEE EVER!

 “In Him you also trusted, after you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation; in whom also, having believed, you were sealed with the Holy Spirit of promise, who is the guarantee of our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession, to the praise of His glory.” Ephesians 1:13,14. (NKJV).

“I hear the words ‘were sealed,’ but don’t understand them.” Timmy tilted his head.

 “Remember when we bought your puppy?” 

His eyes sparkled. “Sure do. I held Harley but couldn’t bring him home. He still needed his mama.”

“Right. But we paid for him, trusted Mr. Jones to take care of him. He promised to call when Harley was ready to come home.” Grandfather quirked his left eyebrow.

“How did you know Harley was the one? There were others.”

“Because he was the one I wanted.” Grandfather chuckled.

“So you’re telling me Harley's special? You can pick him out of a litter of Boykin Spaniels?”

Timmy nodded as he hugged his pup. “See the way his hair stands up on top of his head? He's mine ‘cause I love him and he loves me.”

“Even when he chewed your baseball bat? And your new shoes?” Timmy nodded. “When you have to feed him and train him?” Timmy held Harley close.

“Indeed he loves you and you love him. And that’s the way the Lord Jesus loves you. You fit in His arms.”

“The way Harley fits in mine, Grandfather?”

Grandfather hugged Timmy and Harley. “When we put our trust in the Lord Jesus and believe in Him, we’re sealed with the Holy Spirit of promise. He’s the guarantee of our inheritance to come. We’re sealed by His love. We belong to Him.

“You hear that, Harley? We’re sealed by love.” Harley licked Timmy’s face. “That’s the best guarantee ever,” Timmy said. “The Lord Jesus loves me and promises me an amazing inheritance.”

“Absolutely, son. Absolutely.” He gave his grandson a big hug.

Kingdom Thinking. The Lord Jesus paid for my inheritance and sealed me with His Holy Spirit. He loves me with an everlasting love and promises never to forsake me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you accept Him?

WHO CAN KEEP THE RULES?

“So Moses came and called the elders of the people, and laid before them all these words which the Lord commanded him. Then all the people answered together and said, ‘All that the Lord has spoken we will do.’”  Exodus 19:7,8. (NKJV).

 “Look, Grandfather. No parking beyond this point! A crazy sign to put on the edge of a cliff, huh?

Grandfather grinned. “you’d think but folks do what they want."

He tilted his head. “When Moses presented the way the Lord God wanted the people to follow, they answered, “All that the Lord has spoken we will do.”

 

“Did they?”

 

“Humph. They broke one rule after the other. We haven’t learned much either.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“The Lord promised if the people would obey, He’d take care of them. Provide everything they needed.”

 

“Sounds like a good deal.”

 

“Easy to agree but following through? They looked at the other nations, wanted what their neighbors had.” Grandfather shook his head. 

“Got into trouble just like we do today.” His eyebrow raised. “Our human nature breaks the rules.

 

“Remember when Sonny visited us, Timmy? He liked your pocketknife. You let him use it but that wasn’t good enough.”

 

“Yeah. We searched—couldn’t find it. Didn’t know he had it until his mom mailed it back.”

 

“You know, son, there’s only One who can follow all the rules.” 

Timmy’s shoulders slumped. “Then there’s no hope.”

 

“Ah. But there is. God sent His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ to fulfill all the requirements. He took my place. When I realized I was a hopeless sinner, turned to Him, He accepted me and made me a part of His family.”  

 

“Will He accept me, too?” 

“Absolutely. He’s waiting for you to ask Him.”

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve done a lot of bad things.”

“That’s the thing, son. He promises He’ll be with you and help you follow the rules. When you mess up, you ask forgiveness, and He helps you make the right choices.”

Head bowed, he said, “Lord. It’s me, Timmy.

“You know all about me. I don’t understand how You can and still love me but Grandfather says You can. I believe him so will You come into my life and help me follow the rules? Thank you, Lord.”

“Amen," a tearful grandfather said as he hugged his grandson.

Kingdom Thinking. The more I tried to follow the rules, the more I broke them. Then Jesus came. He said if I put my trust in Him, He’d live in me and keep the rules. He loves me and promises never to leave me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?

A WHOLE LOT OF LOVE!

 "What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine and go to the mountains to seek the one that is straying? And if he should find it, assuredly, I say to you, he rejoices more over that sheep than over the ninety-nine that do not go astray.”  Matthew 18:12-14. (NKJV).

“Grandfather, I can’t find Beau.” Timmy slid to a stop, gulped.

“When did you see him last? Check his bed in the kitchen?” He nodded. "His basket in the den?" Tears glistened.

“I called him and called him. Think someone took him? Or he’s hurt or--”

“Don’t panic, son. We’ll find him. Surely a three-month-old Boykin Spaniel can’t escape.”

“He’s so tiny, Grandfather, but he ate a good breakfast...”

“I’ll say. If he eats that much every day we’ll call him, Roly Poly.” Grandfather chuckled as they walked into Timmy’s room.

“Why are your clothes piled on the floor?” Timmy dipped his head.

“I forgot. I’ll do it now.” Into his dirty clothes basket he tossed dirty socks and a couple of shirts. He lifted a pair of jeans. A curled up ball of fur was fast asleep. 

“Beau.” The puppy raised his head and yawned. He grabbed him, held him close.

“Oh, Beau. You’re safe.” Timmy plopped down in the pile of clothes, rocking his puppy like he'd never let him go.

“What a lesson, son,” Grandfather said. “Jesus told about one sheep who wandered away. So loved, the shepherd left the others to look for him. When he found him, he rejoiced and brought him home on his shoulders.” He tilted his head.

“Now you understand how the Lord feels when one of His lambs is found.” Timmy nodded and hugged Beau who licked his face. He grinned.

“The Lord Jesus loves me as much as I love Beau?”

“More.”

“That’s hard to understand. I love Beau so much I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to—“you sure He loves me that much?”

“Absolutely.”

Timmy held the puppy tight. “Wow. That’s a whole lot of love.”

“Indeed.”

He tilted his head. “I’ll take Beau on a walk—maybe to Sam’s. He needs to know this.”

“Good idea.” He hugged his grandson.

Kingdom Thinking. I wandered in this world, didn't know my destination. The Lord Jesus found me. He picked me up in His arms and brought me to safety. He'll do the same for you. He loves you and promises never to leave you. Won’t you come?

A MOTHER’S LOVE!

 “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for our souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30. (NKJV).

She stretched her back, then rolled her shoulders. For three days she'd kept vigil at her little daughter's bedside. 

She placed a cool cloth on her daughter’s forehead. Heat radiated from her skin. A fine red rash covered her face and body. 

She leaned against the bed, closed her eyes.

“Mama, will you rock me and tell me a story?” The child’s hoarse whisper slashed the silence. She lifted her daughter to her lap. 

With the child snuggled against her, she whispered. “Once upon a time—"

“No, Mama, a story about Jesus.”

“Ah. The Lord Jesus loved the little children. One day, when children were brought to Him to be blessed, the disciples complained. But He said, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven. And He laid His hands on them and blessed them.’ He loved them."

“Does He love me, too, Mama?”

“Indeed He does, my darling. He loves His children.” She began to sing Jesus Loves Me. Before the song ended, she felt the little body relax, her breathing regular. She kissed the forehead, now cool. 

“Thank you, Lord Jesus.” She closed her eyes, sighed. Now she could rest.

“That really happened, didn’t it?”

Grandfather nodded. “When my sister was little.”

“Why didn’t the doctor come?”

“He did—gave medicine but she was really sick.”

“Her mother stayed near her for three days? She must have been tired.”

“There’s something about a mother’s love, Timmy. She feels the pain of her child. She won’t leave. She stays by her side, to pat her, to sing to her…”

“Why?” 

“She wants her to know she’s loved and never left alone.”

“The Lord Jesus must teach mothers. You know, the verse we love? His promise to love us and never leave us.”

Grandfather swallowed, his eyes glistening. “Absolutely, son. Absolutely.” He hugged his grandson.

Kingdom Thinking. When I doubt His love, I remember I tried to be good. Do the right thing. Failed. Finally, I gave up, lifted my arms up to Him in surrender. Instead of condemning me, He pulled me into His loving arms. He promises His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Not just for me but for you, too. Won't you come?

THE TUTOR!

 

“Therefore the law was our tutor to bring us to Christ, that we might be justified by faith. But after faith has come, we are no longer under a tutor.” Galatians 3:24, 25. (NKJV).


“Our family lived in the country,” Grandfather said. “The nearest school, twenty miles away, made attending impossible. Father worked from sunup to sundown and Mother was ill at the time.”

“So how did you learn?”

“One evening, Father answered the door. 

"'Jim Andrews. Come in.’ They were roommates at The College of Charleston.

“‘I heard you might need my help,’ Mr. Jim said.  ‘Especially with these rascals.' He ruffled my hair, then my brothers. He agreed to be our tutor.”

“Did you like him? Was he an easy teacher?” Grandfather held up his hand.

“Mr. Jim instructed us from books but, he taught us to love nature and respect it.  He kept a tight reign on us to protect us. Especially after Michael wandered off after being told to wait on the back porch.

“Everybody searched for my six year-old brother. Never been so scared in my life.  As I ran down the path, I head--‘He-ooo.’ Michael’s special call. Found him standing in a small stream.

“‘Look at me. I’m fishing,’ he grinned.

“His grin disappeared fast when Mr. Jim grabbed him. Several yards away, an alligator swam towards them. Mr. Jim put him down on the path, swatted his bottom all the way home.” Grandfather chuckled.

“An alligator. Wow!”

“Wow, indeed.”

“Did Mr. Jim stay with you a long time?”

“For a year, then he helped to build a school near us where he taught. That story of Michael reminds me of the tutor in Galatians. The law, our tutor, brings us to the Lord Jesus. The law protects us...”

“Like Mr. Jim did?” Grandfather nodded.

“But when we give our lives to Christ, the Lord justifies us, lives in us and through us. That doesn’t mean the law is useless, but our tutor has done his job.”

Timmy cocked his head. “Like when I learned my multiplication table, it’s in my mind—don’t have to look at my book?” His eyes flared. “The Lord Jesus is my teacher.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. Well done.” He high-fived his grandson.

Kingdom Thinking. Even now, I have to remind myself the law brought me to the Lord Jesus. He teaches me all things. He promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves me with an everlasting love. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come to Him?

PLANTING TIME!

“They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” Psalm 126:5, 6. (KJV).

“We’re planting, aren’t we, Grandfather?” He handed him another seed.

‘Yep, it's planting time. Would you like some seeds? Have a garden of your own?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Five-year-old Timmy's big blue eyes sparkled as he hopped from foot to foot.. “Now? Can we do it now?”

“Let’s finish this row of corn, then we’ll begin your garden.” 

A week passed. Grandfather’s corn was stringing the row. But not Timmy's. In tears, he said, “What happened to my corn?”

His grandfather rolled his lips. “How many times did you dig up your seed?”

He dipped his head. “Every day.”

“Here’s what I want you to do. Plant your seed. Pat the soil nice and easy. Water it every day but don’t dig them up. Understand?” Timmy nodded.

Days later, Timmy hustled into the kitchen. “I have plants. Come see.”

“Excellent!” Grandfather patted his shoulder. “You sowed the seed, nurtured it, but trusted it would sprout. That's the way it is with God's love.”

“I don't understand.”

“We pray, even weep over the ones we love, but we don't pester them. In His generous Love, the Lord allows us to participate in His Plan. Then we come to Him, rejoicing, bringing our sheaves with us.”

“Wow.”

“Wow, indeed.”

“You mean like we pray for Uncle Harry? We want him to know Jesus loves him?” Timmy tilted his head. “We pat him nice and easy--like planting time? We love him every day, but don't dig at him?”

“Exactly, son.”

“Is he coming for supper?”

“He is.”

“I can't wait to hug him.” His smile dropped. “But I won't dig at him. I promise.”

“You'll do great.” He gave his grandson a hug.

Kingdom Thinking. How wonderful is our God? Our Lord Jesus allows us to plant His seeds. Yes, there will be weeping, but our tears of sorrow shall turn to tears of joy. He promises never to leave us and loves us with an everlasting love. Won’t you accept Him? He loves you.

HIS SIGNATURE? NAIL-SCARRED HANDS!

 

“So when Jesus received the sour wine, He said, ‘It is finished!’ And bowing His head, He gave up His spirit.” John 19:30. (NKJV).

“Grandfather, is that you in the painting?” He pointed to the portrait over the mantel.

“No, it's my great-grandfather--a different style. See the clothes? Happy I didn’t have to wear that stiff collar.” He tugged at his neck, hacked a cough.

“Your hair and eyes are like his. But you don’t have a beard.”

“We know it's Great-Grandfather, but who's the artist?”

“Does it matter?” Timmy said.

“Absolutely. What if the artist didn’t like him, changed the shape of his nose or the color of his eyes?” Grandfather's left eyebrow arched. 

Timmy grabbed his magnifying glass and stood on a stool to look. “No signature.”

Grandfather removed the portrait. Name, date of birth, and date of death were neatly written on the back.  Michael Joseph Blackwell, b 13 April 1839, d  27 October 1897.

“How can we know for sure?” Timmy said.

“We’ll search the family records and the census of that year.

“Son, the Lord Jesus did the same for us. He said, ‘It is finished.’ He completed the work necessary for us to be in His family, then placed His signature for everyone to see.”

Timmy frowned. “His signature?”

“Nail-scarred hands. So we’ll see the price He paid.”

Timmy frowned. “He did that for me?”

“He did.”

“How can I thank him?”

“Tell others what the Lord Jesus did for you and for them...”

“Like Johnny and Sammy? What if they make fun or don't believe?”

“Keep on telling...”

“And never quit. That's what I'm gonna do. I'll tell them about His love and if they make fun, I'll wait a while, then tell them again. Wow! That's exciting.”

“Totally agree.” Grandfather gave Timmy a high-five!

Kingdom Thinking. The Lord Jesus went to the cross for me. He paid for my sins with His shed blood. He loves me and promises never to leave me.  He extends His nail-scarred hands to you. Won’t you come to Him?

THE POND OF DESPICABLE DESPAIR!

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9  (NKJV)

Janie eyed the two-by-four stretched across the sludge of green slime. She chewed her bottom lip. Two piglets wallowed nearby.

“Can’t come across. You’re too little!” Maggie sing-songed, hands on hips, her grin wide.

“Can, too.” Janie stepped onto the board. At midpoint, the board rocked, then stilled. She inched forward. Only two more steps. 

She pushed her foot against the board. It slid sideways. She windmilled, splatted into the green goo. 

“I’m so sorry,” Maggie wailed, wringing her hands. “I'll get Grandmother.” 

Janie lifted her hand, green slime dripped. Slipping and falling, she sloshed her way to dry land. She plopped down, looked at her dress. Ruined. Tears streaked her face.

“Come on, little one.” Grandmother puffed up to her, holding a large towel in her hands. “Nothing a good washing won’t take care of.” She cocooned her and carried her home. 

“Eww. You stink.” Maggie held her nose.

Grandmother’s eyes crinkled. “We’re all stink to high heaven. Yes, even you, little miss.” Maggie’s lip poked out.

“There. A nice bath does wonders. You’re nice and clean.” Grandmother patted the daisy bow in her hair. 

“You said we all stink? I didn’t fall in.” 

Grandmother smiled. “Maggie, we all fall into the pig pen or the pond of despicable despair. It’s our nature. So the Lord Jesus came, took our place. He’s the only One who can get rid of the stench. He washes us clean...”

“But how if I fall in again?” Janie’s lip quivered. 

“You confess it to our Lord. You’re His. He’ll clean you up.”

“Like you did, Grandmother?” Two little girls wrapped their arms around her as she smiled, blinked away the tears.

Kingdom Thinking. During difficult times, it’s easy to splat into the pond of despicable despair. The Lord Jesus rescues me--He’s my Savior. He promises never to leave me and to love me with an everlasting love. He loves you, too. Won’t you choose Him?

BATTERIES NOT REQUIRED!

“All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” John 1:3-5. (NKJV).

“Why is light important, Grandfather?” Timmy plopped into the kitchen chair.

“Remember your nightmares when you were little?” 

Timmy grinned. “I'd yell out and you'd charge into my room, click on the light, and chase the darkness away.

“Then you'd shine your big flashlight under my bed, in the closet, and all the dark places.”

“How'd  you feel?”

“Safe. Not scared. I kept your flashlight to shine anytime I needed, but--,” his voice lowered, “the batteries burned out.”

“Son, the Lord Jesus fixed that for us when He came to earth and took on the form of a man. He is Light, the Light of the world. For those who believe, His Light comes into them to stay. Forever. We don’t need batteries." His voice softened. "But most folks don’t believe Him.”

“Why not? Don’t they know He came to shine His Light so they wouldn't be scared?”

“Some do, but others choose to stay in darkness.”

“Makes no sense.”

“I agree.”

“What can I do to help others see the light?”

Grandfather smiled. “You keep showing folks His light shines through you by the way you talk and act. Not always easy because folks don't always agree.”

Timmy's brow wrinkled. “By the way I live?”

“By the way the Lord Jesus lives through you.”

“Oh. Like when Jake trips me up? But I reach out and help him when he falls down?”

“You got it.”

“Not easy.” His bottom lip poked out.

"I agree.”

Timmy tilted his head. “We're not talking about easy, are we? We're talking about letting the light of Jesus shine through?”

“Absolutely, son. His Light. Batteries not required.” He gave his grandson a high five.

Kingdom Thinking. I knew about the Lord Jesus, but I didn't allow His Light to come in and fill my life. Finally, I fell to my knees and invited Him in. He loves me and promises never to leave me. He promises the same to you. Won't you come?

BY THIS ALL WILL KNOW!

“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this all will know that you are My disciples if you have love for one another.” John 13:34-35. (NKJV)

“Were you and Aunt Mary close growing up?”

Grandfather smiled. “Sure. She was my little sister.--taught me a thing or two, though with her tender heart.”

“Like what?”

“I'd promised Mary I'd take her to the bakery. The day finally came--

“Come on, Mary,” Bubba tugged his sister's hand. “Let's go. My treat.” For weeks, he'd saved for this.

“Morning, Mr. Gray,” he called as they entered. “I have my money.” He pulled out his wallet.

“Indeed you do, and what's your pleasure this fine morning?”

“Two cinnamon rolls--with lots of icing.” 

Outside they sat on the bench. Bubba lifted his treat to take a bite when a hand snaked from behind him.

“I’ll take that.” Junior, the town bully, gobbled the whole thing in three bites. Bubba's jaw dropped. 

Mary stood, shoulders stiff. “If you’re hungry, take mine, too.” She offered hers to him.

He stared then ran down the street.

“I'm glad you bought these big cinnamon rolls.” She divided hers, handed half to him. “Always tastes better when you share with someone.”

“Even Junior?”

Her dimples winked. “Of course. Just think, Bubba. You may be the only one who shared with him today.”

“Did that really happen, Grandfather?” At his nod, Timmy said, “Has Aunt Mary always thought like that?”

“She has.”

“No wonder she's a missionary. By the way she lives, all will know she loves Jesus.” Silence followed. 

“Grandfather? I want all to know that I love Jesus. But I mess up so much.”

He put his arm around his grandson. “Well, He wants His disciples to live so others will know of His love--“

“By being kind and sharing? Like Aunt Mary?” He chewed his lip. “And keep on loving one another?”

“Absolutely, son.” He squeezed his grandson’s shoulder. “Absolutely.”

Kingdom Thinking. When bullies come, and they come in all shapes and sizes, I choose to remember our Lord Jesus isn't surprised. He shows me by this all will know I belong to Him. He loves me and promises never to forsake me. He wants to show you this love. Won’t you come to Him?

THE MISSING PART OF THE PUZZLE!

 

 “But Jesus looked at them and said unto them, ‘With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.’” Matthew 19:26. (NKJV).

“Grandfather, guess what's in the mail?” He waved a letter as he ran into the kitchen.

“Your excitement says a letter from Mary. Let's see what she has to say.

Dear Brother,

Sorry I've fallen behind with my letters but I had to tell you what's happened. 

Doctor O was treating children in the clinic when he noticed a little girl's head was indented. He lifted her hair to discover a hole. No covering over the brain. He looked at her mother.

“She fell off the church roof, landing on a concrete patio,” she said. “The doctors did surgery but gave us no hope she would survive.

“No,” her mother said. “We are praying for a miracle.”

“If she lives, she'll be blind,” the doctor said.

Days later, as her mother dozed in a chair by the bed, a voice said. “Mommy?” She thought she was dreaming. “Mommy?” Her mother leaped up, thrilled her daughter had regained consciousness.

“What's going on,” the doctor said as he entered the room.

“She's awake. Praise the Lord.”

“Not possible,” he said, standing at her bedside. “She's probably blind.”

“Mommy, your blue dress is pretty.” Tears streaking her cheeks, her mother lifted her head and voice, praising the Lord.

“Not possible,” the doctor shook his head.

“Sir, I don't know what you believe but you have witnessed a miracle of God. My child not only lives but she sees.”

Brother, I had to share this with you. Our God is Amazing. Got to go. Love you. I'll update you soon.

Love, Mary.

“God can really do that?”

“Of course, son. If He is the Creator, He surely can create.”

Timmy's eyes flared. “That's the missing part of the puzzle, huh? We think of Him as God and Lord but He's our Creator, too. Wow. No wonder He can make all things new.”

“Couldn't have said it better, son. He is our Mighty God, our Creator, our All.” He wrapped his grandson in a big hug.

Kingdom Thinking. I agree with Timmy. We serve an awesome God. He loves me and promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves you, too. Won't you come to Him?

THE MASTER GARDENER!

 “There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has made me free from the law of sin and death.” Romans 8:1,2. (NKJV).

“Timmy, need your help.”

“Where are you, Grandfather?”

“Here. Behind the camellias.” He lifted his pruners.

“We need to cut away these vines or they'll choke the camellias.”

“The camellias look good to me--they're blooming.” He shrugged.

“They look strong and healthy but if not tended, they’ll soon be covered with vines.” He pointed to a smilax vine.

“See the tiny tentacles? As the plant grows, they tighten and damage the plants.”

“What can I do?”  

“Clip the vines. I’ll dig the vine’s roots." He tilted his head. "Hmm. Sort of like us. You think the camellia’s condemned because the vine attaches itself to it?”

“No. It’s not the camellia's fault, is it?” 

Grandfather shook his head. 

“When I gave my life to the Lord Jesus, He lifted me up and put me into His garden. He cuts away the sin in my life. He makes me free from the law of sin and death with the law of the Spirit of Life in Christ Jesus.”

"What do you mean?"

"I was born in a different garden. One filled with weeds, briars, and hurtful things. When I asked the Lord Jesus into my life, He transplanted me into His Garden. He cleaned me up, removed the vines of sin that strangled and bent me with its weight. My nourishment comes from the new soil in his garden. Now I grow tall in Him and my fruit--peace, love joy--"

"The fruits of the Spirit?"

"Correct. They're the fruit I produce because my nourishment is from His soil, His power."

"Which garden am I in?" He bit his lip.

"You asked the Lord Jesus to come into your life, right?" He nodded. "That's when He took you to the new garden."

Timmy's eyes flared. "Oh. I'm in His forever garden." 

"You got that right, son. Now come on and help this poor camellia."

Kingdom Thinking. Once I lived in a garden out of control. Then the Lord Jesus, the Master Gardener, came. He tenderly transplanted me. He promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves me. Would you like to live in His garden? The gate is open. Come on in!

THE COMMANDER!

 “A Man stood opposite him with His sword drawn in His hand. And Joshua went to Him and said to Him, ‘Are You for us or for our adversaries?’ So He said, ‘No, but as  Commander of the army of the Lord I have now come.’ And Joshua fell on his face to the earth and worshiped, and said to Him, ‘What does my Lord say to His servant?’” Joshua 5:13-15. (NKJV).

“What would you do if the Commander of the army of the Lord came to you?” Grandfather perched his glasses on his forehead. 

“I’d be scared.”

“Rightly so. He carried a sword.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Timmy, who did He come to?”

“Joshua.”

“What was His answer to Joshua’s question?”

“He didn’t answer the question, but told Joshua who He was--the Commander of the army of God.” Timmy tilted his head. “That’s important, isn’t it?” 

“He got Joshua’s attention, all right. He wanted Joshua to know to whom he belonged. We’ll always have adversaries but the Commander of the Lord’s army, the Lord Jesus, has authority over them.”

“So, what was Joshua’s response?”

“He fell down and worshiped.”

“You right, Timmy. His decision? He now counted himself as a servant to the Commander. In other words, Your word is my command.”

“Does that happen today? Does He want me to serve Him?”

“Indeed He does. He asks us to follow Him.”

"How do I know for sure it's Him?"

"When the Commander makes Himself known to you, you have a choice. You fall down and worship or reject and take off on your own."

"Why would anyone reject Him?"

"They don't recognize Him for who He Is or think they don't need Him."

“I want to be His servant, Grandfather. Will you pray with me?”

“Absolutely, son. His arm around his grandson's shoulders, he prayed. 'Dear Heavenly Father, we come to You...”

Timmy held on to his grandfather, agreeing with his prayer. "Amen." 

Kingdom Thinking. I thought the world different from Joshua’s time, but is it? Adversaries abound, but our Commander, the Lord Jesus, is in control. He loves me with an everlasting love and promises never to leave nor forsake me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?

NO GREATER JOY!

 “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.” 3rd John 4. (NKJV).

Grandfather came into Timmy's preschool, and signed him out. He chatted with a friend while his grandson, busy playing, ignored his teacher’s voice. Finally, he looked up, his blue eyes flaring.

“Grandfather.” In the blink of an eye, a wide grin covered his face. Instead of running to him, he began to somersault across the room.

Everyone smiled at his show of joy.                      

“Hope someone loves me that much,” his teacher said as she slowed Timmy down. He jumped up, ran over to the half-door where his grandfather waited.

“Hold on. Your coat and backpack.” He nodded, hopping from foot to foot.

“Did you see me, Grandfather? I did somersaults just for you.” 

Eyes bright, he swallowed the lump that threatened to choke him. What a memory. To see love in action--

“Aww, man. Did I really do that?” Timmy dipped his head. 

“Let's get real, Timmy. You didn’t think twice about demonstrating your love for me. In fact, you did what you loved to do best. Somersaults. But me?” He sighed

“I lag behind in showing the Lord Jesus how much I love Him. Someone might criticize, tell me I fell into the deep end of the pool--with no life preserver.”

 Timmy snickered.

“But I know the truth. The one I love walks on water so why should I fear the deep end of a pool? If I could ever catch a glimpse of His empowering Love, I’d be a force to reckon with as He lives through me.”

Timmy grinned, patted his grandfather's back. “You know what?”

“What's that?”

“You're the one who's showed me how to be real. Not just pretend you're perfect. That makes me want to listen to what you say but especially walk like you walk. Thank you, Grandfather. Thank you.”

“Welcome, son. Welcome.” He leaned into Timmy's hug.

Kingdom Thinking. The Lord Jesus promises to love me and never leave me. He promises the same just for you! He knows you so come on. Join me as we somersault with joy!

KEEP LOOKING UP!

“But blessed are your eyes for they see, and your ears for they hear; for assuredly, I say to you that many prophets and righteous men desired to see what you see, and did not see it, and to hear what you hear, and did not hear it.” Matthew 13:16-17. (NKJV).

“The flash of light in the sky—see it?”

"Don’t see the plane.” Timmy slouched against the truck. They’d pulled over to watch the airshow.

“At a high altitude, flying fast. Keep looking up. 

"Rest your eyes for a moment, then look for a flash as sunlight reflects off the plane.” 

Grandfather patted Timmy’s shoulder. “Don’t give up. Once you see it, you’ll wonder why you didn’t see it sooner.” 

“There.” He pointed. “See the contrails?”

“Wow.” Timmy shielded his eyes with his hand. “Two of them.” 

Timmy glanced at Grandfather. “Amazing flying. You flew, Grandfather?”

“I did. Served my country in the USAF. Quite an experience. I can tell you about it but until you experience it, you won’t fully understand.”

“Our Sunday School Teacher said the same thing. He urged us to see people around us who need our help even if it’s a smile.”

“Your teacher’s right. Many folks' eyes and ears are blinded by the riches of this world and miss out on the blessings our Lord has for us.”

“Is it possible for them to ever see or hear?”

“Absolutely. Just as you didn’t see the plane at first, you—“

“I saw it because you told me to rest my eyes and look for it. Your excitement encouraged me to keep looking up.” 

Grandfather smiled. “We are blessed to see and hear, son. Now we have a responsibility to share the excitement with others so they’ll want to see and hear, too.”

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

"What's that, son?"

"The Lord Jesus lets us know of His love for us and we get to share it with others. What an awesome God we serve.

"Sometimes it takes a long time to see Him and love Him. Know what?"

"Tell me."

"You told me where to look but I couldn't see it. Finally, after I'd rested my eyes, I saw. So I have to be patient and keep on pointing folks to Jesus and never give up."

"Well said, son. Well said." He wrapped his grandson in a big hug.

Kingdom Thinking. The Lord Jesus opened my eyes and ears. As I share the Good News of His love, He promises never to leave nor forsake me and to love me with an everlasting love. His promises are for you, too. Let Him open your eyes. Keep looking up.

HIS LOVE QUIETENS YOUR FEAR!

“The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17. (NKJV).

“Grandfather.” Timmy poked his arm. “I heard a monster outside my window.” His voice quivered. “Can I sleep with you?"

Grandfather grabbed his robe. “Did you see what caused the noise?” Timmy shook his head.

A harsh trill pierced the silence. Timmy hid behind Grandfather. “What is it? I thought it was a bad dream but when I woke up, I heard it again.”

“Hand me your flashlight, son.” He walked to the window in Timmy’s room and waited.

When the mysterious noise sounded, Grandfather flashed his light into the night. Perched on a tree limb sat an Eastern Screech Owl.

“Cute little fellow, isn’t he?” Grandfather put his arm around his grandson. “He won’t hurt you. He’s perched on the limb near the streetlight waiting for his supper.” Just then, the owl swooped down, picked up a rodent, flew away.

“Wow. He didn’t make a sound when he flew but he sure did make a racket when he talked!”

Grandfather chuckled. “That little owl jerked you from a deep sleep, Timmy. Our enemy does that in our lives to cause fear. When that happens, run to the Lord. He is The Mighty One. He rejoices when you come to Him. He will quiet your fear with His Love--”

“Like you did, Grandfather?” Grinning, he added. “In the light, the screech owl was kind of cute.”

Grandfather smiled, put his arm around Timmy. “Right. Now how about a cup of hot chocolate before  we go back to bed?” 

“With whipped cream on top?” At Grandfather's grin, Timmy headed for the kitchen, bare feet slapping the hardwood floor.

“Know what?”

“What's that, son?”

“God did quiet my fears and now I'm rejoicing!” His whipped cream mustache emphasized his smile.

He swallowed hard, hugged his grandson. “Thank you, Lord.”

Kingdom Thinking. No matter what happens in my life, I must remember I am not alone. The Lord promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves me with an everlasting love. He keeps His promises. His love brings quiet to my heart. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come to Him?

BECAUSE OF A BOX OF CANDY!

 “Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God, and everyone who loves is born of God. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.”  1 John 4:7, 11.  (NKJV). 

“Teacher, there’s a man at the door.” 

He waggled his eyebrows, and held up a large heart-shaped candy box, a fancy red rose perched on top.

The eighth-grade science class clapped and hooted, “Teacher has a boyfriend.” 

She rolled her lips, then introduced him to the class. He perched on the corner of her desk and leaned forward. 

“Can you keep a secret?”  

Every chin tipped up and down. “She’s my valentine but not everyone knows--you are among the favored ones.”  He then held them captive with one of his escapades while flying his F-86 fighter jet. He answered their questions about his flying, then shook hands with each one. He’d won twenty-three friends in a matter of minutes. And all because of a box of candy.

After he left, she held the box. An assortment of flavors. She looked at her class. An assortment of personalities. 

"Hmm.

“How about an experiment?” Groans. 

“Who would like a piece of candy to celebrate with me?” All hands shot up. 

She opened her treasure and went up and down the isles. Each student chose a piece.

“Before you devour your treat, look at it. Not one is the same.” She paused. “But your candy came from the same box, right? Does that make one better than the other?” 

“Milk chocolate is the best,” James said. 

She chuckled. “Now look around you. Different people but we make up the science class.” 

“Will we get eaten?” 

“No." She smiled. "But we can work together to make a difference. What do you say?” 

“Like your special valentine?” Ginny said, a twinkle in her eye.

“Absolutely. All in favor, say aye." She blinked at the noise. “The ayes have it.”

The ayes had it, indeed. Who would have thought we could work together because of a box of candy? Thank you, Lord, for Your love and wisdom.

Kingdom Thinking. During times of distress, I choose to remember the Lord Jesus holds His Valentine box out to me. I enjoy his gifts and get to share them. He loves me and promises never to forsake me. Wouldn’t you choose His Love? You won’t regret it.

YOUR DAILY GIFT!

“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,' says my soul. 'Therefore I hope in Him!’" Lamentations 3:22-24. (NKJV).

“You don't understand. I don't deserve a gift.”

A DAILY GIFT

“Believe me, I understand,” Aunt Janie said, causing Cing's eyebrows to lift. She patted the cushion. “Sit.”

“Ben was concerned about a boy with a Perthes hip. It wouldn't heal properly if he didn't keep weight off it, so we visited Larry.   

“Leaving the paved road, we bounced down the lane, rutted and filled with potholes, and arrived at the small unpainted house. 

“A woman came to the porch, a little girl in her arms. Ben walked up to the steps. Before he could introduce himself, Larry came running from around back, jerked to a stop.  

“Mr. Ben, you came.”

“Told you I would and I see you're putting pressure on your hip.” Larry looked down, dug his toe into the dirt.

Invited in, Larry's mom removed a chicken from a chair, brushed the cushion with her hand, and insisted I sit. Ben explained why her son needed to protect his hip and how to care for it. 

"Thank you for taking time to see about my Larry. He loved camp and talks about you." She looked at me.

"Before you go..." She hurried into the back room, returned with a package of hose. 

“Until you better paid," she extended the package to me. "Y'all’s visit means the world to me," her voice wobbled

Ben nudged me, and nodded. 

How could I take her hose? Her new ones? I swallowed the lump.

“Thank you,” I said, looking into her beaming face. I kept that gift for many years. A reminder of the many ways I'm blessed because God is Faithful. He is compassionate and merciful--all the time.”

“Did you see Larry again?”

Aunt Janie smiled. “After medical school, during internship, Ben walked in, leaned against the kitchen door. ‘Guess who I saw today?’ He grinned at my shrug. ‘Larry. He looks great. Hip healed.’ He reached for my hand. ‘We serve an awesome God.’”

“So what you're telling me is—it's all about the Lord?”

“Absolutely. All because of His Mercies and His Compassion.”

She bit her bottom lip. “I want to hope in Him. Will you pray with me?”

“Of course, darling girl.  ‘Heavenly Father, I come to you so excited Cing wants to hope in You--‘“

“Yes, Lord. I want to hope in You and know You like Aunt Janie. Please come into my heart today. Thank you, Lord.” She turned. “Can I go and tell Samantha about Jesus?”

“Absolutely.” She smiled as she swiped away a tear. “Thank you, Lord.”

Kingdom Thinking. Because of the Lord’s mercies, He promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves me with an everlasting love. His compassions are new every morning--a daily gift. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?

THE REQUIREMENTS!

 “He has shown you, O man, what is good; And what does the Lord require of you But to do justly, To love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God?” Micah 6:8. (NKJV).

Charlie's head snapped up. What did the preacher say? God has requirements? Guess that leaves me out. His chin dipped, eyes squeezed tight.  

He got away with little things. A quarter from Grandfather’s dresser. A pack of gum from the checkout. Did little things matter?

Nearly jumped out of his skin when Grandfather patted his leg, and smiled. Would he love me if he knew? 

“No man whether rich or poor can meet God’s requirements,” Pastor John said. 

He leaned forward, his mouth dry as cotton.

“So God, the Father, sent God, the Son, into the world to fulfill the requirements of good. To take my place and yours for only God is Good. He is the One who gives us hope and forgiveness. Can’t earn it, can’t steal it--it’s a gift from God Himself."

He touched Grandfather's hand. “I need to go down to the front. Go with me?”

 Grandfather’s eyes glistened, his arm around his shoulders as they made their way to the altar. 

The preacher leaned down. “Yes, Charlie?”

“I want to do good, to love mercy and walk with the Lord. I’ve tried--but I mess up.”

“I understand. The Lord Jesus understands, too. Let’s pray and ask Him to be your savior and your Lord. He loves you and promises never to leave you. Is that what you want?” Charlie nodded, bowed his head.

After he said 'amen,' Charlie looked at Grandfather. "I feel I can take a deep breath all the way to my toes. I feel clean..." He stood tall. "Thank you for not giving up on me. Now it's my turn. I need to go and tell my dad I received the Lord Jesus as my Lord and Savior. He chewed is bottom lip.

"He's not gonna be happy. Will you pray with me?"

"My privilege, son." He prayed, asking the Lord to tenderize his dad's heart and to guide Charlie's words and actions..."

Charlie took up the prayer. "Help me to remember to love mercy and walk humbly, Lord Jesus. Took me a while to understand Your love. Let me live Your requirements as You live through me. Thank you, Lord. Amen.

"This is what really counts, isn't it Grandfather? To know His Requirements and share them."

Grandfather cleared his throat, "You got that right, son. Now go." He widened his eyes, blinking rapidly, as he hugged his grandson.    

Kingdom Thinking. I’m so glad the Lord Jesus fulfilled the requirements. I tried and failed. He met every requirement, fulfilling the law, for me and you, too. He loves with an everlasting love. Won’t you come to Him?

HEART TROUBLE!

 

“For if our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and knows all things.” 1 John 3:20. (NKJV).

“Glad you made it home, Timmy.” Grandfather glanced at his watch. 

“I helped Mrs. Elliot take her groceries into her house.”

“Kind of you.”

 “Not so kind. She handed me a grocery bag. It slipped--I dropped it.”

“Oh, no.”

“Stuff went everywhere.” Timmy's shoulders slumped.


“Anything break?”

“No sir. Some cans rolled under the car. I crawled under and got them.”

“Kind of you.” Grandfather sighed.

“Not so kind,” Timmy chewed his bottom lip. “I stood up, snagged my jeans pocket. Ripped it.

 “Mrs. Elliott's hands fisted on her hips. 'Sure you can handle my groceries, Timmy?'

“Sam and Johnny rode by on their bikes. They hooted and laughed at me.”

“What’d you do?" Grandfather's lips twitched.

“I finished the job.” His mouth curved down. “Why do I always mess up?”

“You helped Mrs. Elliott. Bet she chuckled all day." Timmy grinned.

“Yep. And she gave me lemonade and cookies. But...”

“Son. You disappointed yourself--your heart’s condemning you, not the Lord.
You asked Jesus to come in, to save you at camp, right?” He nodded.

“Your goodness can't save you. The Lord Jesus does. So your badness can’t lose you.” Timmy’s forehead creased. “The Lord Jesus knew all about you when He bought you, made you His own.”

“Thank you, Grandfather. That's good news, huh?”

“The very best."

“So even if my heart troubles me 'cause I don't get things right, God is greater than my heart?”

“Absolutely, son. Absolutely." 

Kingdom Thinking. God is greater than my heart. When He forgives me, it’s a done deal. He knows all about me. He promises never to leave nor forsake me and loves me with an everlasting love. Do you realize God is greater than your heart? He loves you. Won't you come to Him?

THE DEFENDER—TURNS THEM UPSIDE DOWN!

 “A father of the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy habitation. The Lord watches over the strangers; He relieves the fatherless and widow; But the way of the wicked He turns upside down.” Psalm 68:5; Psalm 146:9. (NKJV).

“Pass the pepper, please.”

“Pepper? Of course, my lady.”

“Thank you.” Six-year-old Annie reached for the pepper shaker.

“Allow me.” Sitting at her right, Bubba shook a generous amount on her grits.

“At your service.” George, on her left, grabbed the shaker, gave it a hard shake. The top fell, her food now black with pepper. 

“Something wrong, Annie?” Head dipped, her bottom lip quivered. Uncle looked at her plate, then his sons.

“Bubba, pass me Annie’s plate.” He divided the grits. “This half's for your supper, Bubba, and George, the other half for you. Eat all of it.” He served Annie a fresh plate.

“Thank you, Uncle.” She looked at him, her eyes glistening. 

 
“Grandfather, why were the boys so mean to Annie? Hadn’t she just come to live with them?”

“Yes. Her mother had passed away a few weeks before." His lips tightened. "Let me assure you, the boys treated their new sister with kindness after that.”

“How do you know?” Timmy tilted his head.

“Because I'm a quick learner. Remember what the family called me?”

“Bubba. You’re that Bubba?” Grandfather nodded. “Um, were you turned upside down?”

“Better believe it and I’ll never forget it. The Lord takes care of widows and orphans. Woe to them that take advantage of them. I’m proof of that!”

Timmy grinned. “I thought you were perfect.”

“Now you know, son. Only one holds that title--the Lord Jesus Christ.”

“Your father knew how to make things right, huh?”

Grandfather grinned. “He took the action of two smart-aleck boys and turned it into a life-changing story--“

“That keeps on telling. I guess our Defender the Lord Jesus can always turn the bad upside down.”

“You're right about that, son. He can and will always be our Defender.” He high-fived his grandson.

Kingdom Thinking. In this upside-down world, the Lord takes care of widows and orphans. My mother's aunt and uncle adopted her after she lost her mother, welcomed her into their family. Our Lord does the same. He adopted me, promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves me with an everlasting love. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come to Him?

KITTENS NEED LOVE!

 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.” John 3:16-17. (NKJV).

“How do I know God loves me?” Timmy crossed his arms, chin up.

Grandfather tilted his head. “I love you.”

“You’re supposed to.” 

He leaned back in his porch rocker, forehead wrinkled.

“Timmy, did you know Sara rescued a kitten?” 

“Nope.”

“One day on her drive home, she saw a paper bag tossed from a truck into the medium of a busy thoroughfare. Wind from passing cars buffeted it. The bag opened. Out popped the head of a kitten.” 

“What happened?” Timmy leaned forward.

“She maneuvered into the medium, grabbed the bag, and found a terrified kitten. After treatment at the vet's office, she took the kitten home.

“Now, that kitten doesn’t know much about love but he knows Sara saved him and he totally trusts her.”

“Wow. How can anyone be so mean?”

 Grandfather sighed. “I was like Sara’s kitten. Lost in the world, the traffic whizzing by. One day, the Lord Jesus stepped out of His heavenly home, came to earth as a lowly man to rescue me, a sinner. He picked me up from the world’s traffic. I don’t understand why, but I am eternally grateful.”

“Am I one of His kittens, Grandfather?”

“You better believe it! And He loves you.” Grandfather hugged Timmy. “Even more than I.” 

“Wow. God must love me a whole lot 'cause I know you love me.” He looked at Grandfather. “If you love me and God loves me, Maybe I can rescue kittens, too.”

“What kind of kittens?”

“Guess I'll rescue real kittens--four-legged ones and maybe two-legged ones.” He grinned. “All of us kittens need to know the Lord Jesus loves us--“

“You got that right, son. All His kittens need His love.” He cleared his throat, pulled his grandson into a hug.   

Kingdom Thinking. Caught in the same predicament as the little kitten, the worldly traffic roared by, twisting and banging my life bag. The Lord Jesus saved me. He loves me with an everlasting love and promises never to leave me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?