Six Squeaky Toys! 1/18/2025
Since this blog is open to the public, perhaps readers will
understand why no friends’ names are mentioned unless they have specifically
given me permission.
Thompson and Sylvia got a box from Chewy in the mail today with
six squeaky toys—the kind that rattle somewhat but have no stuffing to strow
all over the place. They are busy chewing, squeaking, and otherwise making
slobbers the tune of the day. They did not stay out long this morning even
though we have plenty of sunshine. It is still cold out there and the wind is
blowing pretty hard. According to the weather station in the living room, the
wind is at 15 mph and the temp is about 37 degrees. Not exactly a pleasant feel
for some of us. My knee says that it is uncommonly uncomfortable while my
knuckles are just stiff.
Reading in Hebrews this morning about how Christ is a priest
after the order of Melchisedec. For those of us who firmly believe that Christ
is the son of God, we know that when we ask to be forgiven of any sin,
it is forgiven. Max Lucado wrote a 365-day devotional that has one page that
lists who we are:
God’s child (John 1:12)
Christ’s friend (John 15:15)
A member of Christ’s body (I Cor.12:27)
A saint (Eph. 1:1)
Redeemed and forgiven of all your sins (Col 1:14)
Complete in Christ, lacking in nothing (Col 2:10)
Free from condemnation (Romans 8:1-2)
God’s coworker (2 Cor. 6:10)
Seated with Christ in the heavenly realm (Eph 2:6)
God’s workmanship (Eph 2:10)
A citizen of heaven (Phil 3:20)
Adopted into God’s family (Eph 1:5)
Born of God, and the evil one cannot touch you (I John 5:18)
Now, all these things
are true because they come from the Word of God. And God cannot lie. The one
that appeals to me the most is the idea of being God’s workmanship. Whether it
has been sewing clothes for the children, making meals, or attempting to keep
the house organized, this old woman knows what workmanship means. It is never
finished, for one thing. One always has to strive to set a certain pattern and
keep it true. That is what it feels like to be a Christian. Trying every day to
be true to the pattern set before me. Let us remember to look to that pattern
each day.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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