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A GENTLE SPIRIT
Jeanne Stewart, Oklahoma |
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Fatherly Whistles
Unassuming
sounds fill the spring morning as it awakens from nighttime’s slumber. In the
distance a train moves closer echoing a faint whistle. Outside the bedroom
window, mockingbirds whistle a tune, inspiring the rising sun to stretch
higher above the treetops in the eastern sky. The hummings of the morning are
pleasant in the calm and quiet as each blend into another until the day has
aroused fully to the hassle of yet another day in June’s calendar. My father ~ As a young
child seven to nine years old I enjoyed my father’s company, hanging around him
as he worked outside on his truck or in his workshop building something of
wood. During the mowing season I was his water-girl,
sitting under the shade tree waiting to meet all his needs at the sound of
his call. These are memories I shall always cherish. It was my special time
with dad alone. My father
worked hard six days of the week from early morning until evening, so Sunday
afternoon was our time together. Usually I sat quietly watching him work,
just content to be in his presence without any words between us. On one afternoon while my dad was
making a book shelf and sanding a piece of wood, he taught me to whistle. Not
your “sweet-little-girl” soft kind
of whistle, but your loud and long “hold-your-mouth-right”
kind of whistle that the boys in the neighborhood coveted to learn. I was so
proud of the fact I could run with my brother and whistle as loud as or even
louder than his friends because our daddy taught us the real way to whistle. My children’s father – My husband ~ As a wife I
take pleasure in my husband’s company and attach great importance to my time
with him. During our thirty-three years together we have many memories of
special times that grow mutually deeper as the years progress. Our son and
daughter growing up quietly watched
their father work about the house. But even more than my own dad, my husband spoke godly wisdom into their needs as
he built character and trusting relationships with them. He has a
special “I-am-home” whistle that
announces his arrival as he comes home for the day. With our children grown
and out of the home it is now our kitty-boy Jerico that comes running to meet
him at the door. The special sound of that whistle still makes my heart
embrace the warm memories when I hear him come home. My Father God ~ As a daughter
of the Most High God, I have need of my Heavenly Father’s presence. My quiet
time together with Him in my morning’s secret place is a must for me. I
cannot function appropriately in today’s world without my cherished time with
my Heavenly Father. I may not see His face as He speaks to me through His
Words, but I know He is near. In those times when He is there with me, Spirit
to spirit as my heart warms with His acceptance of me; I sit quietly
pondering His purpose within me. My Father God
also whistles. Finding these astonishing scriptures in His Word one morning
brought delight to my heart. “When I
whistle to them, they will come running for I have redeemed them.” (Zechariah
10:8) The Lord had made a promise to restore His people after judgment
against Israel’s enemies. “He will send
a signal to distant nations far away and whistle to those at the ends of the
earth, they will come racing toward So you see I
have many fatherly whistles in my past, my now, and my future. Just as
my daddy taught me to whistle, and my husband so lovingly announces his
arrival home by his whistle, my Heavenly Father will also whistle, calling me
to Himself. And on that great day, I will be among the Bride who clearly
hears and comes up quickly to live and reign with Him for all eternity. |
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