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Meredith and Abbey

It is not known who replied, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick..
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies..’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey &Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven.
Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by…
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love,
God

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Don’t Try To Outsmart Your Dad!

A teenage boy had just passed his driving test and inquired of his father as to when they could discuss his use of the car.

His father said he’d make a deal with his son: ‘You bring your grades up from a C to a B average, study your Bible a little, and get your hair cut. Then we’ll talk about the car.’

The boy thought about that for a moment, decided he’d settle for the offer, and they agreed on it.

After about six weeks his father said, ‘Son, you’ve brought your grades up and I’ve observed that you have

been studying your Bible, but I’m disappointed you haven’t had your hair cut.

The boy said, ‘You know, Dad, I’ve been thinking about that, and I’ve noticed in my studies of the Bible that Samson had long hair, John the Baptist had longhair, Moses had long hair…and there’s even strong evidence that Jesus had long hair.’

To this his father replied, ‘Did you also notice they walked everywhere they went?’

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Reevaluating the New Year

It’s that time of year again. What is it that you are planning to work on? What is it in your life that you have decided needs to change? What things need your attention? This time of the year forces us to take stock of our lives, besides the incredible media push to discuss our “resolutions” for the new year. After all, we have just come through an amazing period of time where we are shown quite explicitly the miracle of just how good God has been to us each every day. « Continue reading »

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Our Hope

Our post Thanksgiving tradition starts with preparations for the excursion to deer camp for the opening day of deer season. The tradition started with Great Grandfather, passed down to Pop Maverick (his given name was Cledith) so Maverick was a nice, tough choice. The next generation was Pop Stan and his brothers (and assorted friends from the neighborhood) who faithfully attended this chilly event in a one room shack in the mountains upstate, with stories round the fire at night. It continued with his son Robert (my dear husband), who indoctrinated my son Drew, and this year my daughter Savannah joined in on the fun. « Continue reading »

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Let Me Give

I do not know how long I’ll live
But while I live, Lord, let me give
Some comfort to someone in need
By smile or nod, kind word or deed.

And let me do what ‘ere I can
To ease things for my fellow man.
I want naught but to do my part
to lift a tired or weary heart.

To change folks’ frowns to smiles again.
Then will I not have lived in vain.
And I’ll not care how long I’ll live
If I can give… and give… and give.

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The Thick of Autumn

The cold air hits me hard in the face. We are in the thick of autumn, in its entire splendor.  I smell coffee (because I always smell coffee, it is my constant companion along with my Lord!) and I’m pleasantly perked up by the chill.  We’re off to somewhere each and every day.  There are many children to prepare and feed and move along to their intended arrival areas.  Mornings fly by with gentle admonishing and kisses and manner reminders, while backpacks are zipped and coats are buttoned. « Continue reading »

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Peeking Through

My grand plans dissolved this morning as my 2 year old Elijah looked up and asked “Put the radio on?” I chose a college station and was pleasantly surprised by some Christian hip-hop as Eli donned his sister’s purple headband (all the better for dancing, I suppose) and proceeded to bust a move for a while with his Mama. He grinned and tackled quite a few snazzy routines, elbows flying as he smiled up at me. “I love my Mama,” he announced. It just doesn’t get any better than that. « Continue reading »

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Christmas Is Coming

Even though it is almost summertime, this story still has some powerful meaning.  Just imagine yourself into the Christmas season and enjoy…

Yes, I’m with you. I was gritting my teeth each time I walked into a store past halloween candy or scarecrows and ran smack dab into an inflatable Santa. I took my daughter to the mall, and was shocked to see the jolly old elf holding court before November 15th! I was frustrated by the voice mail my friend sent informing me that the Christmas radio station began playing holiday favorites on November 1st. Now for the confessional part of my ranting. « Continue reading »

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Grateful for April

Spring brings little friends to fill our backyard while we big people mostly do the yard chores that usher in the new season.  As winter reluctantly gives way to spring around here, things get hopping outside.  OUTSIDE!  Yay!  Sun and wind and smiles (and the house stays cleaner because they are outside!) “Whatcha doin?” they cry, and pitch in with echoes of laughter, collecting the winter debris and playing in the dirt. « Continue reading »

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March Comes in like a Lion

I started off my day feeling a bit sorry for myself. All of my little ones were down with colds and it had finally caught up to me.  There was an impending snow storm to contend with, which translates in my home to Daddy leaving for days on end to plow the snow, and Mommy, in my admittedly defeated mood, to hold down the fort.  Oh, I know better.  I know to be the encourager, to fill my husband before he leaves, but the human in me jumps to the loneliness conclusion, even before the first flake hits the ground.  I find myself down in the dumps and far from being the Mama that needs to keep the home fires burning. « Continue reading »

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