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At the King’s Command: Soul-Where Relationship is Sealed

While young, I wasn’t a fan of fishing.  Probably because of the wiggly worms and the hooks that stuck in my foot more times than in the mouth of fish.  But I loved Daddy, and he liked to fish. My father insisted I bait my own hook. “Can’t catch a fish if you can’t bait your own hook,” he’d tell me.  After several attempts and words of encouragement from him, I’d finally manage to get a few slips of the hook through the worm.  Then, with the pole in hand, I’d head to the water’s edge. A few mishaps taught …

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At the Kings Command: Mind-Where Action Is Considered

One of my grandsons has an uncanny ability to draw you into a conversation and build a visual world inside you that is much different than the one you’re actually in. One day, while in preschool, he went with my husband and me to the barber shop.  It was a small block building that set just off the highway with a cluster of trees behind it.  “There’s a bear in them thar woods,” He said. “There is?” “Yes. And it’s gonna come out to scare us.”   He thrust his chest out and bared his paws.  “And then it’s gonna run …

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At the King’s Command: Heart-Where Interests Thrives

My Texas sisters really know how to throw a party.  It was my birthday and what a surprise! The house was decorated luau style.  There was even a Tiki Bar for the kids in the backyard.  The grill was fired up and the table overflowed with shish kabobs and salads.  The display was a huge cocktail glass shaped cake that one sister had baked. Guests wore leis. They handed me a grass skirt and coconut bra to wear over my regular clothes. The kids wore party hats and coconut bras, too.  They danced throughout the living room as the adults …

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At the King’s Command: Strength-Where Force Is Intentional

Two of our grandchildren were born thirteen hours apart.  I wasn’t able to make it to both birth celebrations, but my husband did. He scrambled from one hospital to the other, one hundred thirty miles away, showing his sincere desire to welcome them into the world.  The challenge to be with each baby seemed to set a precedent. The two children battle for his attention. Fascinated, we’d watch the babies as one crawler would immediately notice if the other climbed onto Pepa’s lap.   As fast as their little body could move, the youngster would wriggle across the room to claim …

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At the King’s Command: Embracing the Edict

Picture a lovely bowl sitting on a table, filled with chunks of Gala apples tossed in a crisp Waldorf salad.   Next to it sits a hot Granny apple pie waiting to be sliced.   Rich caramel coated Jonathan apples pierced with a stick and rolled in crushed peanuts line the counter next to the stove where a pan of blended Baldwin and Winesap apples simmers, filling the room with a mouthwatering aroma. Chosen from the harvest for their strong core, seed, flesh, and stem, each different apple variety bursts with flavor and the combined results is a lavish banquet.   Just as …

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At the King’s Command-The Edict

My mother loves the McIntosh variety apple.  She says it’s full of flavor, easy to digest, and bakes well.  When they’re in season, she loads up.  I can be sure she will send some home with me because she knows I agree – they are delicious. What makes it good is everything under its skin.  The fruit thrives with a strong core, seed, flesh, and stem.  Properly grown and harvested, it’s pleasing to the taste buds.  Just as God intended. In similar fashion, everything good about us is under our skin in impalpable life sources created by God; wholly designed …

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The Cross-Mercy, Plan, Purpose and Grace

  Paul was persecuting Christians, and God wanted him to stop. When light flooded from heaven and blinded the Jew, he obeyed, and his sight was restored. At that moment, Paul experienced God’s mercy. The converted Pharisee immediately went to work. He stopped murdering Christians and began proclaiming God’s grace, winning new converts all across the Roman Empire. God’s plan was in full motion. Paul led an adventurous life as a missionary. He understood the need to fulfill his duty at any cost and tried to live in a way that would encourage others to have a relationship with God. …

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At the Cross-Clothed in Grace

  Many years ago, my husband, Larry, and I bought the old family home from his sister. There was just one condition. His elderly grandmother came with the house. It was fine with us. Mrs. Jennie Bennett, in her eighties at the time, had a sweet temperament, and was surprisingly able to maintain it when two adults, three teenagers, and a kitten seized the house. She was gracious when I took over the kitchen. She was even more gracious complimenting the meals I prepared. I couldn’t cook macaroni and cheese like she did, or so my husband said. Once in …

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At the Cross-My Purpose is to Serve

My husband, sister-in-law, and I were out of town for their father’s funeral. The night before, we settled into a nearby hotel and did what all modern, technically limited adults do; we checked our Facebook. Almost immediately, I noticed a post about an accident near our home. Our daughter lives next door, so I checked in with her. She was in shock. Three teenage girls were involved in a one-vehicle accident about a half-mile away. In the confusion, neighborhood parents were calling to make sure their kids were safe. Meanwhile, medical helicopters were sitting down, and the parents of the …

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At the Cross-God’s Plan in Action

  The conference was what I wanted. The topics sounded informative, the lodging looked beautiful, and the hands-on video training was only slightly intimidating. I calculated ninety-six hours I could spend fine-tuning my speaking craft. I even planned out my free time. Between classes, I’d retreat to my room, practice my speech, and edit my novel. So, I registered and attempted to book a flight. The plane schedules were awful! Flying would take almost twice as long than if I drove. It dampened my enthusiasm. I reluctantly decided to drive. The long road trip turned out to be easy, even …

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At the Cross-Bathed in Mercy

I’d just made the bed and was bent over, picking up dirty clothes when I heard the bed springs squeak. I looked up to see my two-year-old grandson, Bostyn, jumping as high as he could, trying to touch the ceiling fan. Catching him midair, I put him on the floor, smoothed the bedspread, and regathered the clothes. Two steps outside the bedroom, I discovered the toddler sitting on top of the kitchen bar, playing with an ink pen. He’d used the computer unit as a step stool to climb onto the desk and then onto the countertop. I scolded him …

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At the Cross-God’s Perfect Provisions

If you are my sibling-in-Christ, then I know you had a meeting with God at the cross. With mercy, he stripped off the dirty, ugly, often tattered and worn-out life clothes, and as Psalm 103 says, he removed those rags as far as the east is from the west. At that moment, you became clean. And vulnerable. I can’t speak for you, but I know I don’t do clean well. By the end of the day, I will have evidence of everything I’ve eaten and a lot of what I’ve said, all over me. And vulnerable? When I find myself …