Monday, July 13, 2015

Tell me a True Story week 07/13/15


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A True Story from my book "Rescue the Stories Book One"
A Father's Arms


 
I held the heavy wooden chicken house as long as my three- year- old arms would allow me - - - then ker-plunk!  Down it went!  

The baby chickens had been pecking around the corners of the converted Orange crate, and I had decided to assist them.  Under that weighty box were some nice juicy worms.  As I lifted the box, the baby chicks scurried underneath.  I became frantic and waved one hand and told them to scoot out of the way!  I hoped they had heeded my anxious warning because I couldn’t hold the box much longer.   Down the box went.  

That evening my father discovered that many of the baby chicks were missing.  Working in the mountains, my dad was often gone for long periods of time, so I hardly knew this tall, fierce-looking person.  Although he had never done anything to make me afraid, I feared him just like some people have the fear of God in them.  When he quizzed me and asked if I had lifted the chicken box, I knew if I said yes, that he would not be happy.  So, as the blood drained from my little face, I said, “NO, not me!” 

Dad questioned me a second time, and told me that he knew that I had done it.  With tears running down my cheeks, I admitted my guilt and between sobs told him I was so sorry.  I explained how I had tried to make them get out of that dangerous place, but they just would not listen.  As it turned out, my dad hugged me and told me he forgave me but first he explained how my thoughtless action had been a tragedy for those little chicks. 

Back then as a three-year- old I had no understanding of the consequences of helping those chicks.  Yet it only took a moment for me to see their potential danger.  Regrettably they could not understand me and in their innocence they became the unwilling victims. 

Perhaps this is a reminder of a time in your life when you were trapped doing something at first you thought was innocent, but it turned out to be a disaster.  Were your “arms” tired from holding up your end of what you thought was an agreement or a promise between you and someone else?  

God is faithful to give us many warnings of danger ahead; Road signs, articles in the news, the Bible and the inward voice of the Lord.  Has the warning voice of God ever spoken to you and told you to get out of that dangerous place, but you were too embarrassed or tired to listen?  Or perhaps you thought it was too late to make a change in plans. 

Consider this now if you are in a situation that is not wholesome or safe.  It is never too late to run to the Lord for help. Yes, run to those outstretched arms and tell Him all about it.  He always understands and He is a God that is not to be feared.  As a loving heavenly Father He is always ready to forgive and assist you to find a better way.   

Understand that God has provided counselors in the Body of Christ.  Pastors, teachers and other seasoned Christians who won’t judge but will help you with encouragement, prayer and general support.
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4 comments:

  1. Aww...bless your little heart! I know you felt so bad about those chicks, but it sure is a good spiritual lesson for us all. Thank you for sharing, Hazel! :)

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  2. Aren't we always learning? Taking a lesson from a situation may not come easy but it is better and will save us lots of failures in future.
    Thanks Aunt Hazel for this story today and for the linkup too.
    Many Blessings to you

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  3. I like that analogy. And we're never to old to learn. I feel like I got another painful lesson today... this speaks to my heart on the matter. Thanks for sharing your stories, Hazel. Real life stories are more powerful than the majority spoken from a pulpit...

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  4. I enjoyed reading this.. we all do wrong and it hurts when we realise the repercussions. Your father was a wise and good man to be compassionate and understanding.. as those were hard time. I have no story to submit today, but will wander around and visit some of the other writers. xx

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