Thursday, July 4, 2013

A Helping Hand

Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart. (Psalms 37:3-4)

Dee and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary earlier this week. It was a good day to reflect on our time together – even all the way back to the very first day of the journey.

We had just finished up a long training day at my place of employment, and I was about to put in motion a brilliant strategy I concocted to ask Dee out to dinner that evening. Just as the room had cleared and I had finally worked up the courage, one of my colleagues decided to return to the training room for what looked like a painfully extended visit.

Defeated, I began walking out of the room to return to my desk, when for no apparent good reason my colleague picked up and left. With one hand on the doorway, I turned back around, asked Dee out to dinner, and the rest is blessed history.

I never did get a chance to ask my colleague why she chose to leave at that critical moment, but I know the Lord had a plan in mind that was going to be fulfilled somehow and some way. In any case, all these years later I’d like to extend my former colleague a sincere thank you, and the good Lord for lending His helping hand once again that day.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Side by Side

“And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”  Matthew 28:20

A few nights ago, Dee and I were doing some cleaning and we came across a sealed envelop with just the single name “Frankie” on the outside.  Only a handful of people call me Frankie, so I knew it was likely something from either my parents or sister.  As I opened it up, I found a few pictures from a Christmas about 8 years back.  I started flipping through them and saw one of me smiling from ear to ear as I held up a new Mets sweatshirt.  I flipped to another one and saw me smiling from ear to ear with my new scarlet Rutgers tie. 

I thought it was just going to be a collection of me celebrating my misery with all of my beloved losing teams, but soon it would come to mean so much more than that.  Towards the end of the pile, I came to two pictures of me opening gifts with my Dad and I sitting side-by-side.  I thought for sure I’d start to cry, but I didn’t.  Coming close to the 7-year anniversary of his passing, it was just great to see him again and have another memory I could cherish. 

Just as importantly, I was reminded that the good Lord is still right there with me side-by-side.  Although my earthly father has moved on to another home, my heavenly father is ever-present…ever-seeking to bring a smile to His child’s face once again.