Over the past year I’ve come to realize that my blog serves as a journal of my life, my experiences and the memories I share with my loved ones.
Today I am posting a story by my Mama which she wrote on 2-26-09; She promises to share more in the future. You’ll be able to find them on my blog by searching
“Mary’s Musings”
The Emergency
I’ve always had a thing about clean, being one of those people who think if a little is good, a lot must be better. This has been a personal trait for as long as I can remember. Don’t ask me where I got the idea of adding bleach to the dishwater. It just made sense that two cleaners were better than one.
I couldn’t have been more than ten or eleven, but I washed a lot of dishes. Today that would probably be considered child abuse. I remember begging Mother to let me wash the dishes. Finally one day Daddy said, “let her do it”. He should have added, “she’ll be sorry”.
Everything was going well until I came to the silverware in the bottom of the sink. As I picked up piece after piece, I couldn’t believe what I saw. The once shiny silverware had turned a dirty, dull gray. I had no idea what had happened. I only knew it was my fault, and when Mother saw what had happened, I was going to “get it”.
It was almost time for Daddy to come home, and he always came in the kitchen door.
So I waited.
After what seemed an eternity, I heard the car in the driveway.
I was right there when he opened the car door to tell him about my emergency.
He took my hand 
and led me back into the kitchen where he found some silver polish and a cloth, then proceeded to show me how to polish the silver.
Low and behold, it looked like new!
Not only had he saved the silver, he had saved my “ life”.
I will always remember that day as a turning point in my life.
There I was, without hope (and from a child’s perspective, that’s just how I felt).
So I went to my father, and without effort, but with love, patience, and understanding, he was there with the answer.
He knew what to do.
I only had to ask.
In the ensuing years, how many times have I struggled with a dilemma, only to remember my Abba Father knows the answer before I have even begun to form the question? How childish my needs must seem to Him. Why is it that many times I seem to remember to run to Him only after I have considered all of my other resources?
What a beautiful picture my Daddy painted for me that day.
Did he know he was preparing me to handle a lifetime of emergencies as God my Father would have me do? Maybe, and maybe not. I just think it came natural to him.
MDR
And my God will meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
To our God and Father be glory forever and ever. Amen.
Philippians 4:19-20
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