Progress?

I drove by massive fields of large wind mills powering energy to western Kansas.
Near by in the shadow of one large wind mill was another wind mill. But this had at one time pumped water for cattle. It was old and no longer functional.
What a picture seeing the old and the new, the past and the future.
Change… progress!
It is inevitable.
We expect it! We demand it!
But we don’t want it except when it benefits us personally.
The change God wants from me… well, do I have to?

Happy Father's Day, God!

Happy Father’s Day, Heavenly Father!
Have you had a good day?
What have you done on this special day?
Have you been able to relax and take it easy?
Did anyone do anything special for you?
Did you get a phone call from your children?
By the way, do you like humorous cards or sappy ones? Any Lowe’s gift cards?
Well, I suppose if anyone of us forgot to say we love you… we do.
Life down here is pretty busy.
But thanks for being our father.
Know you have to get up early and start to work so I’ll let you go.
You should get my card tomorrow.

Christmas in June

I looked under the tree all decorated with lights and tinsel.
The glow lights up my face.
Under the tree is a gift for me!
And my name is on the tag!
It has been sitting there waiting for me to open it.
In fact, there are many gifts with my name written on it.
All I must do is to believe that someone remembers me.
All I must do is to believe that someone cares.
Do they know me? Do they know the real me?
If they did they would know that I have been naughty and nice.
How could I be worthy of so many gifts? The number seems to be growing.
There is one problem. I have yet to open the first one…

God has many gifts for me!
They all have my name signed by Him.
Why don’t I open them?
Is it that hard to believe that inside each gift is God’s best for me?

What time is it?

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
So what time is it, God?
How do I know? How will you tell me?
Do you have a time piece hanging from your overalls?
So the clock strikes at high noon. Now what?
How will you tell me whether today will bring peace or whether I am to go to war?
How will I know whether something must die after years of being alive?
Do I tear down to build again another day?
So what time is it? How will I know?
Are there moments for specific things? Are there seasons in my life? But even then, seasons come and go and new seasons arrive. So what season am I living in or about to enter?
Is it bad for "time" to move us on down the road?
For every click and movement of the clock, something is now past and the future is about to arrive?
What of the present?
"It lasts only for a moment."
So Lord, walk beside me. Lead me down the path that is right for me.
Is it time yet?