Something,...as in backpacks. Yes, this story is, pardon, a little long, but simply about backpacks. Listen, On this 90th day of CAY morning, while driving to the DART station, these old eyes beheld, what was instantly a LOL sighting, of a diminutive (likely kinder, but, no more than 1st grade) sweet pigtailed one, (accompanied by a big sister/brother bosses of me entourage), trudging jauntily along the sidewalk, leaning forward in the direction of her school. She was almost completely encumbered by a huge pink backpack, with its bottom edge nearly dragging the ground! And from the rear it was throw your head back, pound the steering wheel, stomp your left foot (e.g. tyhbptswsylf) lmbunso funny! Until passing them, and gazing in the rear view to see a desperate look of determination in those little eyes, on that erstwhile innocent little face. Then, He begin to speak to this old heart about the relational backpacks all of His children seem to carry. I know that, like the little ones, there have been times when mine was just as full from the bottom up with unfinished, painful, cumbersome, sometimes frightening life home work, failed test, books with stories too hard to grasp, broken rulers unfit for measuring up, pens and pencils emptied of expressive ink or lead. And, as her little frame faded in the distance through that mirror, a sense of sadness, mingled with remorse and regret seemed to creep into my backpack,...again. That is, until He spoke to me about my skol daze, bringing to remembrance the evenings of returning home, backpack full of the woes, wounds and hurts from slings and arrows flung or shot by this or that bully/misguided overladen soul. And how my still youthful Jewel of a mother would encourage me Kenneth Leon, get your homework; while my more youthful aunty Vern, Sherri Johnson Neals mother, would cajole, Kenneth, you need to get that started; but my saintly, old, wise mamagran, Hagar, with love worn hands upon my little nappy head, would sweetly coax, Kenny boy, you gon be alright. Eat your dinner and lets see what you got to do. And thats just what wed do. Empty everything out on the floor, pour over it all, separate the good from the bad from the ugly,...and throw out all the trash, waste and refuse. Moreover, the three of them would help me to salvage all that was worthy of the person God intended me to become. Friends, hows your backpack hanging? Does it need to be turned upside down, emptied and tossed, and repacked with those good and precious gifts from our Father of Lights? Indeed we do. This relational intercession CAY gift is what God brought to you out of me today. Blessings and favor. :-)
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 16:35:11 +0000
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