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"The LORD is good,
a stronghold in the day of trouble;
and he knoweth them that trust in
him."
Nahum 1:7
Too Busy
I'll never forget the day I looked out
of our
living room window and saw Mark, our
youngest,
walking home from school in the driving
rain.
Mark was in the third grade, and he was
allowed
to ride his bike to his grade school,
located right within our sub-division.
I happened to be home from the church
early
that day, and I was sitting in an easy
chair by the
window.
I looked outside at the pouring rain
and saw
my boy in the distance,
trudging his way through the downpour.
His clothing was absolutely drenched
and his hair
was plastered against his head.
I opened the door for him,
and he looked up at me with a little
smile,
his face red from the cold.
"Hi, Dad!" he said. "You're home
early."
"Hi, Son," I replied. "You're soaked to
the bone."
"Yeah, I know."
"Umm, Mark, you know, if you'd ride
your bike
you'd get home faster. You wouldn't get
so wet."
He looked at me rather sheepishly as
rivulets
of rain streamed from his hair down
across his face.
"I know, Dad."
I was puzzled. "Well, Son, if you
know,
why in the world didn't you do it?"
Then he hung his head, just a bit, and
it hit me.
Boy, did I feel like crawling under a
table
and hiding for a while.
He had told me several times before
that his bike
had a flat tire.
He had asked me if I could please fix
it for him.
I had promised I would, but never did.
I had forgotten all about it.
As he stood there in the entryway,
dripping and shivering,
he could have said,
"I couldn't ride my bike today because
someone promised me he'd fix it and
never did."
He would have had every right to say
that.
But he didn't.
What he did say remains printed
indelibly
on this dad's heart.
"Aw, Dad, I know how busy you are and
everything,
and I just didn't want to bother you
with it again."
I thought, Son, your dad isn't too
busy;
he's just too selfish.
For me, a bike tire was no big deal ~
just one more thing on a long
"to do" list.
But for Mark, it meant more than
transportation.
It meant more than a long walk home
in the pouring down rain.
It meant trusting his father to meet
his every need.
(Author Unknown)
After reading this little story, I
started thinking
about the promises we make others
along the way.
Our days become hectic at times, with
so
many things pressing us to deal with.
And our "promises" made to our trusting
friends and loved ones diminish.
Then I thought about our Heavenly
Father
and His promises to us.
He doesn't get side-tracked or put us
on "hold."
He is faithful and just,
and His promises are sure,
not to mention, on time!!
We should be thankful for the promises
of God!
"Trust in the LORD with all thine
heart;
and lean not unto thine own
understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him,
and he shall direct thy paths."
Proverbs 3:5,6
"Blessed is that man that
maketh
the LORD his trust . . ."
"Lord
Dictated Them"
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