My Hero Wears A Dress
She can’t fly, except into my arms.
She can see right through impossible situations.
She can hear you if you need help and can’t ask for it.
She amazes everyone with her powers of love, nurturing and care.
She is a ministering servant to those who love her.
She is always willing to help, to love and to forgive.
She can make the world’s most wonderful food magically appear before her guests.
She always creates a home atmosphere where people want to come and relax.
She denies having super powers, yet her family and friends marvel that she accomplishes the impossible with apparent grace and ease.
She does things no one else in the family is able to do.
I’m telling you. She may wear a dress, but that doesn’t stop her from being my Hero!
She doesn’t even know how awesome she really is and denies being an angel and passes off the compliments with smile and a thank you. But, we are not sure she actually believes the nice things we say about her or to her. She is a Humble Hero.
She Is My Hero, My Angel, My Wife
(As a mere mortal, I have always believed that she is an angel in disguise. Well… Her kisses make the think she’s an angel.)
Her Birthday Is The 16th Of July
Some Important World Events That Happened On July 16th:
1439 Kissing is banned in England (to stop germs from spreading)
1790 US Congress establishes District of Columbia
1798 US Public Health Service authorized
1845 NY Yacht Club holds its 1st regatta
1857 Confederate general Stonewall Thomas Jackson (33) weds Mary Anna Morrison in Lincoln County
1861 Battle of Bull Run, the 1st major battle of the Civil War, is fought
1862 David Farragut is 1st Rear Admiral in US Navy
1880 Dr. Emily Stowe becomes the first woman licensed to practice medicine in Canada.
1907 Orville Redenbacher, American popcorn king
1920 China joins the League of Nations
1920 Babe Ruth sets season home run record with 30 en route to 54
1926 National Geographic takes 1st natural-color undersea photos
1935 1st automatic parking meter in US installed (Oklahoma City, Ok)
1941 100°F (38°C) highest temperature ever recorded in Seattle Wash
1945 The world’s first atomic bomb was detonated near Alamogordo, New Mexico
1957 A new transcontinental record was set travelling across the United States in 3 hours, 23 minutes in a Navy jet plane by Major John Glenn Jr.
1969 Apollo 11, carrying 1st men to land on Moon, launched
1980 Ronald Reagan nominated for US President by Republicans in Detroit
But The Event That Has Blessed My Life Forever, Happened July 16, 1947.
Marcia June Starr was the first of five daughters born To William R. Starr and Marian June Anderson Starr.
She accepted me as her human companion and I’ve loved her with all my heart for over fifty-one years. I will never stop loving her or needing her.
As the mere mortal who loves her more than any man is normally allowed to love an angel, I want to wish her a very Happy Birthday. (Angels don’t really have actual ages.)
I Love You Darling! You Are My Hero. You Are My Angel. I Thank God For You! Happy Birthday!
My Name Is Leah
My name is Leah and I am the oldest daughter of Laban. My sister, Rachel, is younger than I and everyone says she is very beautiful. She was the village favorite. (Gen 29:17) When visitors first meet us, they seem to be smitten by her beauty and repulsed when they look at me. I’m not beautiful and I’ve had to live with that all my life.
The lives of our whole family changed however, when Jacob arrived in our village. He looked travel worn and he was penniless. My father told us that his family was originally from our village and was well respected.
I saw immediately that Jacob was smitten by the looks of Rachel. I had expected that. Everyone noticed how he looked in her direction and tried to catch her eye if he could. He immediately asked my dad for a job and worked tending to our cattle.
I was crushed when I realized he wanted to marry my sister. I cried sometimes when I could be alone. It seemed like romance was for everyone but me. Jacob bargained with dad to work seven years for Rachel to be his bride. Jacob courted her and I tried to mind my own business and stay out of their way. They were so much in love. Love for me was always a one-way street. No one loved me back.
The wedding was a big celebration! All our relatives and the whole village came. My father sat Rachel and me down for a very private talk prior to the wedding. He informed Rachel that he had a plan. He said that adhering to the village custom of marrying off the oldest daughter first was a custom to be honored, and that rightly I should be the bride. (Gen 29:26) Dad said that he didn’t think Jacob would leave anyway and that he felt he would hang around long enough to marry the both of us. Rachel was crestfallen. I was surprised and happy. We were all unsure of Jacob’s reaction to me when he found out the truth, but planned to go ahead with the switch.
We pulled it off too. At the wedding, I was ecstatic and scared at the same time and afraid to look at Rachel because I felt her disappointment. It was evident to me that my sister truly began to hate and despise me. I stole her man. Although she was beautiful, she was bitter, and envious. I felt the full force of her hatred. Our bond of sisterhood stood on rocky ground.
The next morning Jacob woke up and looked at my face for the first time in the light of day. I cannot describe the shock and utter disappointment in his eyes. Maybe it was more akin to disgust. I can never fully explain the feeling of being married to a man who doesn’t love you. All you can think about is him and all he can think about is another woman.
Jacob made a covenant with my father to work seven more years for Rachel. He intended to marry us both.
I named my children according to the conditions of my marital status at the times of their births.
I named my first son, Reuben. His name means, “Behold a son. The Lord has seen (in Hebrew ra’ah) my affliction” and “now my husband will love me (ye’ehabani)”(Genesis 29:32). I praised God for showing me this favor. I could hold my head up in the village. All would know that I had given my husband a son. I was now considered a worthy wife. It was as though God had seen that I was unloved and He opened my womb.
Rachel showed her true self again. I thought surely now Jacob will love me. But no, it didn’t change a thing. Rachel’s love toward me seemed to be gone. Jacob saved all his sweet words for her. They were lost in each other’s worlds.
All I did was cook, clean, take care of the baby and look after my husbands needs. I certainly never felt loved or cherished. I was only there for the needs of the man. My own needs were not to be considered. Ever.
When my second child was born, it was a boy. I named him, Simeon because “the Lord heard (shama) that I was unloved”(Genesis 29:33). It was no secret that my husband didn’t love me. I guess my only purpose was to provide him with sons.
God knew my sorrow and tried to comfort me. I cried much and kept to myself. There was little benefit for me to make myself available to Jacob in social settings. I was not his trophy wife. I was treated as a second-class wife. He would not walk me around the village and show me off. I felt like a second-class wife because I wasn’t beautiful. Jacob was evidently too foolish to see beyond the face. I stayed in the tent and cared for the babies.
In the process of time I realized I was to have another child. My third baby was also a boy. I named him Levi thinking “this time my husband will become attached (yillaweh) to me”(Genesis 29:34).
All I ever wanted was for him to love me and to show it by saying something sweet or doing something nice. It never happened.
I knew that feeling sorry for myself was not doing me any good. I started thinking and realized that God had been gracious to me through it all. Was my world perfect? No. Not that I could see or feel, yet I believed God was good. He had blessed me and given me sons. I may not have the beauty of my sister, but I made up my mind to be a good wife and a good mother of our children and to be beautiful on the inside.
I learned to turn my face toward Jehovah and thank Him for what I did have instead of focusing on what I didn’t.
My fourth son’s name had nothing to do with my relationship with my husband. I named him Judah because I had made up my mind, “this time I will praise (odeh) the Lord”(Genesis 29:35).
After I had our four children, Jacob’s next two sons were born to Rachel’s maid Bilhah. She had given her handmaid to Jacob out of desperation. I felt sorry for her, so I then gave Jacob my own maid, Zilpah, as a concubine. Zilpah gave him two sons, Gad and Asher.
One time, during a harvest, Reuben brought me some mandrakes. Rachel wanted them and said that if I gave them to her she would let me have her night to sleep with Jacob in exchange. After that, my fifth son was born. I named him Issachar. It means, “He will bring a reward.” (Genesis 30:14-18)
As a mother I can tell that although Jacob is kind to my children, he doesn’t dote on them. It makes my heart hurt. Maybe when he looks on them, they remind him of me. If he can’t love me, then my prayer is that he would love our sons.
The Stolen Idols
The relationship between my husband and my father turned really sour. Jacob told me that the last time he looked at my dad, he could tell that things between them had drastically changed by the expression on his face, (Gen 31:2) and that the Lord had spoken to him and told him we must leave here immediately.
When Rachel heard the news, and knowing that father just left with the sheep, she went into his tent and stole his gods. We left in the middle of the night and we were gone three days before my dad found out. But when he found out he was very angry and chased hard after us. It took him almost week to finally catch up.
He hollered and yelled loud at Jacob accusing him of everything he could think of. He wanted to know why we had left and when he found out that it was because we didn’t trust him and that he was dishonest, he really got mad.
Jacob told dad, “Thus have I been twenty years in thy house; I served thee fourteen years for thy two daughters, and six years for thy cattle: and thou hast changed my wages ten times.” (Gen 31:41)
Dad said we had stolen his gods. Jacob didn’t know that Rachel had hidden them in her tent. He gave dad permission to search everyone’s tent and all their possessions and look for his gods. He never found them because his little pet, the baby of the family was sly. Rachel sat on a pile of carpets that hid the idols and told Dad she couldn’t get up because she was “after the manner of women.” She just batted her big brown eyes at him and he smiled back and never made her move.
The idols were not found, so my father and my husband piled up a heap of stones and made a covenant of friendship, and then he kissed us girls and the grandchildren a final goodbye and departed, leaving us to live in peace.
The Coming Of Esau
Jacob shared many stories about his boyhood. Evidently, he and his brother, Esau were total opposites. He told us about his father becoming old and going blind. Custom was that the oldest son inherited two thirds of the father’s goods and the rest of the children equally divided up the remaining third.
Jacob said that one day he caught Esau at a weak moment and bartered with him for his birthright. The problem was in getting the birthright blessing from the father. His father doted on Esau because of his prowess as a hunter and outdoorsman. But, Jacob was his mother’s pet. When it was time to receive the blessing, she helped him deceive his father and obtain the birthright blessing prayer.
He had to leave home immediately because when Esau found out that his birthright had been stolen, Esau wanted to kill Jacob. Now, word just arrived after all these years that Esau was indeed coming for him with a mighty army of soldiers threatening to kill him.
Jacob said that we were all to cross over the ford Jabbok and wait while he stayed there to pray. He fervently prayed and an Angel came and began to wrestle with him. They wrestled all night long. Finally the Angel begged to be let go but Jacob said that he wouldn’t let him go until he got a blessing from him.
The angel said that he was changing his name. He would now be called, Israel, because he would now have power with God and with men. (Gen. 32:28)
The Angel smote Jacob on the thigh to break his hold. It forever affected how he walked from then on. He limped for the rest of his life.
In the morning when we arose, we saw Jacob hurriedly limping towards us. He said that Esau was coming and there would no doubt be bloodshed. He divided up the children putting the animals, the servants and their children first.
He then put my children and me next, because we too were more expendable. But, he kept Rachel and her son at the back with him. He may lose the rest of us but he wanted to keep her alive. It was very plain where I stood with him even after all these years. (Gen 33:2)
When Esau came and confronted us, Jacob humbled himself and sent him large gifts. Before long the two ran towards each other, fell on each other’s necks and kissed. I took my children toward Esau and we bowed down before him in respect. All ended peaceable. We were certainly relieved and after the meeting and we all gave thanks unto God.
My next son, I named Zebulun. He was to be my last boy. His name means to dwell. He was Jacob’s tenth son and my sixth. I later had a daughter, whom I named Dinah, before Rachel gave birth to her first child.
When Rachel gave birth to her little Joseph, Jacob was beside himself with joy. He showed that baby more attention than he ever had to all of the others. The children could all tell that Joseph was his favorite.
All we heard around the tent from Jacob was news about Joseph. He doted on him. The other children watched wistfully knowing that they were not loved like that. He made special clothes for him and gave him gifts that were better than he gave to my sons.
Rachel seemed to feel like nothing was wrong with Jacob giving so much attention to her son and very little to his other ten sons.
The Trip To Bethel
Jacob said that God had told him that we were all to return to the Bethel. Jacob said that we were to wash and be clean, change our clothes, and put away our idols. So, all of our family and our servants did as he asked. We knew the worship of our gods required the wearing of earrings, so we gave them to Jacob along with our gods. (Gen 35:1-4; Hosea 2:13) He took what we gave him and buried all of it under the big oak tree in Shechem.
We traveled on to Bethel, the place where God first met with our husband. The first thing Jacob did was to build an altar and offer up a sacrifice of repentance. God accepted his prayers and blessed him. It was there that his mother’s nurse, Deborah, died. She was buried at Bethel. Jacob grieved hard because she was his last living connection with his mother and father.
When we left Bethel, Rachel went into labor. She died giving birth to her second son. It was so tragic. We were in shock. Before she died, Rachel named her son Benoni (“son of my mourning”), but Jacob called him Benjamin. (Gen. 35:18)
Rachel had passionately said, Give me children, or else I die; and now that she had children, she died!
Jacob made no attempt to bury Rachel with his family like I thought he would do since he loved her so much. He just buried her beside the highway and placed a marker on her lonely grave. If he would bury his favorite wife beside the road at the first available spot, where would he bury me? Would I too be given a roadside burial?
After Rachel died, Jacob replaced her bed, which was beside his, with her handmaiden Bilhah’s bed. It so infuriated my son Rueben that he overturned Bilhah’s bed and rebuked his father. Jacob never forgot that moment and mentioned it on the day he pronounced blessings and prayers upon his sons. (Gen. 49:3-4)
Leah’s outward appearance may have been unattractive to others, but God was attracted to her because of her inward beauty. He chose her. It was Leah, not Rachel, who bore Judah, and it was through his bloodline that the Savior was born.
After Rachel’s death, Leah carried on as the wife of Jacob, and the mother of his many children, living in Canaan. The Bible does not say when she died, but Leah is buried in the family burial tomb of Machpelah, beside her husband Jacob with Abraham, Sarah, Isaac and Rebekah. (Genesis 49:29-31). Leah was loved too late. Her real beauty unnoticed most of her life. Yet, in her death and burial she was shown great honor and respect.
The Life Lesson Of Leah
Sometimes in life we wake up to the very thing we don’t want. Life doesn’t always give you a Rachel. Although you find it difficult to love the “Ugly Leah Situation” that is forever connected to you, it just may wind up being your greatest life blessing. Surprisingly, you may find yourself saying the words, “I love you” to the very thing you once hated.
The Leah in your life never changed, you did. Her beauty wasn’t on the outside, so no one took the time to see what God could see all along. Leah was beautiful where it counted the most. She was beautiful on the inside. Don’t hate your “Leah”; she is God’s gift to you. Do not despise the ugly thing in life that you suddenly have to wake up to. Your “Leah” may be a bad Doctor’s Report, a Financial Disaster, a Broken Marriage, a Physical Disability or even Heartache. Embrace it. It just may be a gift from God to you!
Death By Misadventure
Amy Jade Winehouse
“Amy Winehouse’s death was the result of the singer drinking too much alcohol, a coroner has said. A verdict of misadventure was recorded into the 27-year-old’s death after an inquest heard she was more than five times the drink-drive limit.
Winehouse was found dead at her home in Camden, north London, on 23 July. St Pancras coroner Suzanne Greenway said the “unintended consequence” of Winehouse drinking so much alcohol was her “sudden and unexpected death”.
Three empty vodka bottles, two large and one small, were found at her flat, St Pancras Coroners Court heard.
‘No pulse found’
The inquest heard the singer, who won five Grammy awards in 2008, had 416mg of alcohol per 100ml of blood. The legal drink-drive limit is 80mg.
The pathologist who conducted her post-mortem examination said 350mg of alcohol per 100ml of blood was considered a fatal level.”
“Brian Jones was a founding member of the Rolling Stones, and contributed heavily to their early success. But, as time went on, he felt pushed aside by the songwriting team of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, and his growing drug problem also helped alienate him from his bandmates, who fired him in June of 1969.
Jones was discovered dead in his swimming pool on July 3, 1969. Coroners ruled his death an accident. Noting his alcohol and substance abuse played a role, they called it “death by misadventure.” Theories and rumors have swirled for decades that Jones was murdered, though despite a new investigation in 2008, nothing has ever been proven.”
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Death by Misadventure – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
“A death by misadventure, as recorded by coroners and on death certificates and associated documents, is one that is primarily attributed to an accident which occurred due to a dangerous risk which was taken voluntarily.
In contrast, when a cause of death is listed as an accident rather than a misadventure, this implies no unreasonable willful risk.  Misadventure is a legally-defined manner of death: a way by which an actual cause of death (trauma, exposure, etc.) was allowed to occur. For example, a death caused by an illicit drug overdose may be ruled a death by misadventure as the user ignored the risks of the drugs. Misadventure is a form of unnatural death like accident, suicide, or homicide.”
Death By GPS
“People are renting vehicles with GPS and they have no idea how it works — and they are willing to trust the GPS to lead them into the middle of nowhere.” – Fox News
Over the past 15 years, at least a dozen people have died in Death Valley from heat-related illnesses.
“Rita Chretien was found Friday by a trio of hunters after spending seven weeks in the couple’s van stuck in mud, surviving off trail mix, hard candy and water from a nearby stream. Her husband set out on foot to find help, hoping to make it to Mountain City. He hasn’t been seen since.
The B.C. woman who survived seven weeks alone in the Nevada mountains told her pastor that her new global positioning device caused her and her husband to become lost.”
Most Backsliders Are Victims Of “Death By Misadventure.”
Every death by misadventure is tragic. It is an avoidable death. The victim didn’t mean to die. Their poor judgment at the moment or the misinformation (faulty GPS directions) led to their demise. Sadly the same thing can happen spiritually.
- They got a job that kept them out of church. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They moved from their church out of the will of God. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They married the wrong person. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They chose friends who led them down wrong paths. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They compromised and argued over standards. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They didn’t feel convicted about some holiness issues. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They had marriage problems that caused many to go astray from God. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They accepted false teachings, which led them astray. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They got offended or hurt, so they stayed home and sulked. They didn’t mean to backslide.
- They wanted their gift to be used of God, but they took matters into their own hands. They didn’t mean to backslide.
It could be said that Abner died by misadventure. He found safety in a City of Refuge, but came outside to talk. It was there that he was killed, just outside safety. He didn’t mean to die. King David grieved over Abner’s foolish thinking.
2Sam. 3:33 And the king lamented over Abner, and said, Died Abner as a fool dieth?
Thought to be invincible, yet he laid his head in a woman’s lap, not knowing he had opened the door to death by misadventure. He didn’t mean to die.
Reader: What About You?
There are decisions you must make in everyday life that influence your direction towards eternity. Wrong choices and carnal influences constantly make themselves available to us all.
I pray that you make righteous decisions and surround yourself with godly influence. Make sure you obey God’s Word and submit yourself totally to Him. Stay connected to your Apostolic pastor. All it takes is for you to make one bad mistake.
If We Look To Him For Guidance, He Will Never Let Us Make A Bad Decision.
Prov. 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
Prov. 3:6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
Prov. 3:7 Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD, and depart from evil.
Prov. 3:8 It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.
Prov. 3:9 Honour the LORD with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase:
Prov. 3:10 So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.
May God Help Us All!
Old grandfathers are a very odd breed. They are, for the most part, more tolerant in their judgment of others because of their years. Yet, they are fixated with the age-old belief that, “They don’t make them like they used to.” Therefore, when an old dad looks a younger dad, he looks at him through the eyes of experience and with critical understanding. As a result, the old guys often shake their heads at the newer generation of dads.
But there are six younger dads that this old man doesn’t shake his head at. He only beams with grateful admiration as he observers the wonderful outpouring of love and guidance each of them in their own way provide for their families. He has to thank God everyday that his grandchildren have a loving father like them in their home.
I am talking about some men who deserve every honor a Father’s Day can provide. It would be an impossibility to show them too much thanks for the way they give of themselves and their time to their children. In a generation when many dads may be doing everything wrong, there are those who are doing everything right! They are loving, affectionate and take time for their children.
These men just happen to be related to me. My son (in-law): Brandon Hartzell, and my four sons: Anthony Ballestero, Bryan Ballestero, Martyn Ballestero II, and Andrew Ballestero. These men all make me so very proud and thankful to God. I fiercely love them all!
(I must mention my wonderful nephew, (son of my sister Carlene.), Jeremy Branham who without a father in his life to guide him became everything a model father should be. He makes me proud too!)
Thank you my Sons, for fifteen wonderful grandchildren!! I wish you a very Happy Father’s Day!
Just An Old Nickel
A distinguished and nice looking gentleman walked up to me in the church foyer after service yesterday. The last day of the Men’s Conference was over. I had watched him during the meetings. He sat on the front every day and entered into the worship service with all his heart. He had seemed to beam with pride as he watched his son lead the men in singing.
“I have something I want to show you!” He said after shaking my hand.
Reaching down into the front pocket of his suit pants, he pulled out some change. In his palm were two quarters, a dime, three pennies and a nickel. He placed the nickel in his other hand and returned the remaining change to his pocket.
“See this old nickel?” He asked while looking at me with tear filled eyes.
I looked down at the nickel again seeing nothing strange or spectacular about the coin. The date was not visible from my viewpoint, but I could tell it was an older coin and tarnished somewhat from exposure and wear.
“This is me!” The words came out while he struggled to keep his composure with tears streaming down his face. His neatly combed white hair making him look like a lawyer or senator.
“I picked this nickel up this morning out of the dirt. That’s where I was when God found me. I was in the dirt. I had no value in the dirt; I was of no value to anyone. I was just that one lost coin.
By now, both of us were looking at each other through the tears. “There was a day,” he went on to say, “when I could walk into any high stakes card game anywhere in the world, and the amateurs would fold or leave the table. The professionals knew they were going to lose. No matter the game I would win. It didn’t make any difference if it was cards, gambling, or shooting pool. You name it. They couldn’t beat me. Everyone knew my name and they hated to see me.
“I was living in the dirt just like this old nickel. Every time I even see a penny on the ground I pick it up. It reminds me of where I was when God found me and how he picked me up.
We both looked down at the nickel again. This time I viewed it with a different understanding.
“Brother, may I have this nickel?” I asked as I placed my upturned palm beside his. I will always treasure it!” I continued.
He smiled and placed it in my palm and I hugged his neck in thanks, because I too was once a lost coin.
No one ever called him fat or even suggested that he should lose any weight at all. His silhouette didn’t embarrass him either. Yet, he still chose to go on a self-imposed diet. It is the only diet plan where the smaller one becomes the more God pays attention to you.
The John Diet actually has nothing to do with counting calories, going vegan, watching carbs or avoiding fat. On this diet, one can eat whatever they wish because the diet is only in the mind. That’s right. The diet involves the mind and not the mouth.
John didn’t explain his diet recipe in great detail to his friends. He only mentioned that he felt the need to go on one. He simply said:
John 3:30 He must increase, but I must decrease.
The Diet Of The Soul is the world’s most important diet. Today, the mindset of the multitudes caters mainly to the gratification of their own flesh. The focus of the last several generations has been about, “If it feels good, do it!”
John did a 180° turnaround from our modern thinking. He truly realized that the Kingdom of God was not about him, but it was all about Jesus.
The Apostle Paul gave his blessing on the diet saying, (1Co 15:31)… “I die daily.”
Humility, submission, yielding, surrender, obedience, and denying of one’s self are some of the basic ingredients for a personal revival. If the Spirit of God is to increase in one’s life, then there must be a sharp decrease of fleshly desires.
At the JCM Bible School Graduation of my sons Anthony and Bryan, the Commencement Ceremony was blessed by the advice of Bro. Glass. He mentioned that on his family’s old home place they had a pond filled with fish.
The problem with fishing in the pond was that the water was so clear the fish wouldn’t bite because they could see the fisherman. The only way to catch fish in the pond was to stand behind the tree. He used that as an illustration to the students explaining to them that the only way to catch fish for God, or win souls, was to stand behind the Tree.
When the flesh decreases, the Spirit increases. Don’t allow your flesh to get in the way of God’s plan for your life.
Try The John Diet. You’ll Love The Results!
Mercy Has No Memory
The two young women walked happily down the busy sidewalk carrying several shopping bags. They took great pains looking into every store window, expecting to find another bargain.
They had been best friends since they were little girls. They chatted and laughed as they walked, the conversation was light-hearted. That’s when they saw her! They both recognized her immediately and hurried to greet her.
The woman they saw was standing on the corner carefully watching everyone scurrying by. She was a lovely mature woman who smiled sweetly at everyone who acknowledged her, waving back to those who had waved at her in recognition.
Almost stammering, the first young woman nearly ran up to her, put her bags down on the sidewalk preparing for a hug from the older woman. Her hug was returned with great warmth.
Smiling and with tear filled eyes, the younger woman said, “Oh, I want to thank you Mercy, for all you have done for me and for giving me another chance. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you!
The woman she called, Mercy, smiled back with a blank smile. She showed no sign of remembering what the girl was talking about.
“Don’t you know who I am, Mercy?” She asked desperately.
Mercy responded with a tighter hug. “Certainly I do darling. I know who you are indeed but I am sorry, I just don’t recall the things you are thanking me for.”
The young woman was shaken by Mercy’s response. She turned to her young friend with wide eyes, hoping for an answer. The friend came closer, put her arm around her for comfort while she smiled graciously at Mercy.
Leaning close to her friend’s ear she said softly, “The reason she didn’t respond like you wanted her too is because Mercy has no memory!” She remembers you, but not what you did.
Heb. 8:12 For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.
Heb. 10:17 And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.