HE TELLS ME THAT I AM HIS OWN

Dad was born in 1932. He was the ninth child, the baby of the family. The U.S. Census from that period called dad's family profession "Dirt Farmers". Hmm, I wonder what other kind of "Farmers" there were?

Pop grew up in the homestead house, built by hand at the turn of the century by his dad who struck a desert claim for the land on which he lived and there, on the high plains of Eastern Colorado, he raised a family.

God so blessed me by being born at just the right time to my Mom and Dad. My young eyes and the eyes of my younger sister witnessed so many wondrous transitions of the homestead life and the changes most of the country had already seen. Tube and Ball electric wiring, using out houses then real indoor plumbing! Placing two large pieces of coal in the pot belly stove before bed; the coal to stretch the warmth through out the night. To this day I truly love the smell of a wood/coal fire on a cold winter's night.

Dad died in his fifties. I miss him so. An honest and hard working man, devoted to one woman for life, a sense of humor that endeared him to may. Like so many dads from his era, this man was one of a kind.

By far the most often hummed or softly sang melody was a hymn. I still hear his voice. He and his dad shared this same song of worship, and to both, and now including me, the hymn speaks to that close and beautiful relationship we joyously cherish with our Lord Jesus. These are incredible lyrics with a depth of love that knows no bounds. It cannot be measured, only savored.

Join with me, won't you? Let us raise our voices together in reverent praise to Him whom we so love and who first loved us.....

IN THE GARDEN

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
Refrain

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

Refrain

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

Refrain

Father God, thank-you for Your Son, Our King, our Savior, our Christ. We sing, O' Lord with great humility to the majesty of Your being, the might of Thy hands, and the endless depths of Your heart. Praise You Father, thank-You for creating our dads who taught us Your ways as we tarried there, in Christ, AMEN.

Luk 10:27 And he answered, "YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR STRENGTH, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND; AND YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF."

HAVE YOU READ YOUR BIBLE TODAY?