Saturday, October 26, 2013

Filthy Rags Transformed into Armor of Honor

I really do believe in miracles. For an old drunk to make his way to his usual  hangout place, the local bar, and while en route there, he comes across a group of believers standing on the street corner, singing, "Would you be free from your burden of sin? There is power in the blood!" The hope it offered... The empty void within this broken bit of a man' life... The Holy Spirit's Word offering Life. The Bible refers to the heart as different kinds of soil. (Matthew 13: 1-9 KJV) Who would have thought that this sin addicted man's heart would have rich soil. The seed just needed to be planted... The seed being the Truth of Jesus Christ. Wow... The old drunk, tears streaming down his face, knew of a greater "Power", that moment, than even his craving alcohol addiction. Abandon by his earthly father at the age of eight. Raised by a mother whose heart, probably due to her own hurt and insecurities, was a "tough kind of strong woman".  This broken down man knew only  poverty growing up. This is a sad story if it ended there! It only begins. That man, that drunk, was my daddy. God came into his heart that night and miraculously changed him and made him brand new!! I never knew daddy dear as a drunk. I never knew him as a broken piece of man. God gave him a story of redemption! My dad, because of Jesus Christ, became a new man. :) A loving man. A daddy and sweetheart kind of man.:) Because he didn't experience love, he gave love. Because he was neglected, he loved, protected and gave to us his family. I grew up with a man who spent time with us, loved us, hugged us, and prayed with us. Because he knew what it was like to see his daddy walk away from his mommy, he reached out with beautiful displays of affection for my mama often. He always said, "It's more important for children to see that mommy and daddy love each other, than that mommy and daddy love them. Cause than they never need to live in fear of having to choose which parent someday." He gave newly weds advice, "Twenty hugs a day! But forties not too many!!" My daddy was a good man. Not a perfect man. He died 2 years ago and is in Heaven with my mom, but the legacy they left us lives on.... He would want my generation to stand upon the shoulders of what he was , in Christ, and grow from there. That's what I long for. That our kids will also stand upon the shoulder of our life, in Christ, and grow from there. I see "Trees planted by the rivers of water." (Psalm 1:3) I see "expensive olive plants" (Psalm 128:3).  I see a long, spiritual strengthened, generational train. (Isaiah 59:21) And I see it, because the Word of God says it! And I believe that because the Word of God is God's infallible Word. Infallible means incapable of error.:) I love it! And I love miracles!
My daddy and our daughter. This pic was taken in 2009.


  1. There are times when I still miss your Daddy. He not only loved and protected his family, he did the same for his neighbor.

  2. This is just beautiful and you described him perfectly. I miss him so much.

  3. Perfectly described "our daddy' Miss him sooooo much!!!

  4. Thank you and I am sooo glad you were blessed! A life lived for the Lord is truly a "Good thing"!! It offers something real to others. Something that points to Jesus Himself.:) Blessings!

  5. I so appreciated reading this today. Thanks for sharing. I especially appreciated the part that he gave, even though he had not received what was his to receive in childhood. That is a blessing. Yesterday in church, the pastor spoke about surrounding ourselves with a great cloud of witnesses, faithful people who have and are overcoming by the blood of the Lamb. Here is one more to add to my list of faithful ones. God bless you.
    Marcia Zimmerman


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