Our back yard has always served as the home for our dogs. We don’t let them inside the house, but we don’t confine them to a small area. They have freedom to roam, and they enjoy doing so. There were times when we wished we could keep them on one side of the yard while we enjoyed the other. I came up with the plan. Nancy selected the location. A welder executed the plan, and a crew installed it in its location. A fence made of square steel tubing now divides our yard. Sometimes it is nice to sit by the outdoor fireplace, unbothered by Brittany Spaniels.
When we hosted Christmas for Nancy’s side of the family, we shut the dogs on the South side of the yard so the boys could play in the north side of the yard without being bothered. After I shut the gate, Freckles and Duke sat beside the fence, and tried to look as mistreated as possible. It did not work. The boys ran and played and laughed in the warm sunshine after we finished our lunch. We adults stayed inside and visited until the time came for everyone to head home. One of the first things I did after saying goodbye to our guests was open the gate in the fence that separates our yard. I wanted the dogs to be free to roam.
Roam, they did! Unbeknownst to me, the boys had left the gate in the north yard, facing the street, open. Apparently, they had retrieved an errant pass and forgot to shut the gate. By the time I spotted the opened gate, my dogs were out of sight. I ran to the street and yelled their names. I detected no sign of them. All I needed at the beginning of quail season was for my dogs to go AWOL.
When I walked into the north yard to figure out what to do, I was met by Freckles and Duke. Nancy was close behind. She explained:
“They showed up at the front door and I led them through the house into the back yard.”
“How did they get out?”
I blamed her nephews before commenting on how the dogs sure weren’t interested in wandering far from home. Why leave when their master and mistress are so good to them?
I feel the same way about God. I stay near Him because I want to. I never want to walk away from His care. Why roam when it is so good to be home?
We have a good, good Father!
This Week at FBC
- Re: Weekend Registration continues for youth
- This Sunday Sermon – Tools In the Box – “How to Witness” – Acts 8:26 – 40
- Don’t Forget to download the Church App on your phone. Simply go to the app store on your phone and search “FBC Weatherford”
- LifeGroup Attendance – 708
We travelled to Hobart on Christmas day to eat lunch with my mother. Jason had spent the night, and made the trip with Nancy and me. We had celebrated with our nuclear family on Christmas Eve, and took our time getting around before heading for Kiowa County. The weather was nice and the trip went well. Actually, there was a near disaster about the time we passed by Bessie.
It was then that Nancy remembered our assignment to bring four pieces of dessert for the Christmas dinner. Momma had made the request of me after I had insisted on being able to bring something in order to help out with the meal. We had a few choices available on the kitchen counter. However, I forgot to pick anything up. So did Nancy. We were too far down the road to turn back. I told Nancy it was no big deal.
Nancy would not hear it. She had made a commitment to bring dessert and she was intent on doing so. She called her sister, who lives in Hobart, and asked if she might have something left over that could be shared. She was out of town, and had taken her desserts with her. I again mentioned that Momma would probably have some cookies or ice cream in the freezer.
“Maybe there is a place in Cordell.”
Nancy was planning to show up with four servings of dessert or not show up at all. Options are limited on Christmas morning. However, we did find one place open for business. We didn’t need gas, but we did need dessert. I couldn’t help but smile as Nancy made her selections from the options available on the snack cake display. She never even gets close to those calorie-filled concoctions. However, this was different. She was keeping her word.
We had the best meal of the Christmas weekend. Momma pulled out all the stops when she prepared for our time together. The snack cakes remained near the kitchen entrance as we shared chocolate chip cookies and peppermint ice cream for dessert. When we left, we took the snack cakes with us. Kendall and I consumed a couple of them at lunch during the next quail hunt. We couldn’t believe our good fortune.
Is it important to keep your word? More important than counting your calories or saving your money. Our word should be our bond.
Keep your promises!
This Week at FBC
- RE: Weekend Registration is open for Youth. Contact James for more details
- “Tools In The Box” sermon series continues this Sunday
- Don’t forget to download the FBC Weatherford app onto your phone!
- LifeGroup Attendance Jan. 6th – 673
Early New Year’s Eve I retrieved from our front porch the final paper copy of the Daily Oklahoman that I may ever receive. The last few years have been so nice. The man who delivered our paper was as faithful as crabgrass and usually had the paper on our porch before 5:00 a.m. Usually it was later in the morning before we actually read the paper. Nancy and I usually divided and conquered. I took the sports and business sections to start while she opted for the front page and comics. Eventually we traded. We have been doing so for thirty-six years. We moved a couple of times during those years, but our subscription moved with us.
Now, our only option in Weatherford for receiving the Daily Oklahoman is online. In order to prepare for this transition, our children gave us an I-pad for Christmas. I have to admit that change is not coming easy for either Nancy or me. We have stumbled through the tabs and ended up with maximum frustration and minimal news. I may join those who only read the headlines. Or I may be able to retrain myself and adapt to the changing world in which I live.
I remember decades ago when us country folk had to buy the Sunday paper at a convenience store in town after church. The price had gone up and Daddy was complaining out loud. A younger man with a positive attitude said, “I hope I get to live long enough to pay five dollars for a copy.” I have never forgotten that incident. The lesson I learned was that staying alive requires making adjustments. I can gripe about change or I can embrace change.
The jury is still out on whether Nancy and I will continue to receive our news online. The jury is not still out on how you will receive the article I write each week and some weekly reminders from the church. You can receive them by e-mail, or you can access them on our web site or on the church app. My article and the reminders will be called FBC weekly. E-mails will be sent only to those who request it and furnish their e-mail address.
I have been writing a weekly article for as long as we have been receiving a paper copy of the Daily Oklahoman. I did not want to quit writing, so we have chosen this format. Actually, this format chose us. Life keeps changing, yet God remains faithful and wonderful.
I love you,
This Week at FBC
- This Sunday is back to Regular Schedule for Worship and LifeGroups – 9:00am & 10:30am
- The Gathering starts back up on January 9 at 6:30pm
- Sunday, January 6 – Night of Prayer and Praise @ FBC Clinton – 5pm