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Suffer Little Children

A Seed Is Planted

It would be a wonderful thing if everyone had the love and compassion for their children like my wife had that day.  If I haden't got home from work in time that day, my wife would have gotten to the hospital if she had to run and carry him in her arms.

 

We can't give our children bicycles, toys and things to occupy their time and send them out to play and never take time out for them.  They will find someone who will take time out for them and it might be someone we wish they had never met. We can't give our children material things and expect them to take the place of our love.  We have to take time to give them a hug and tell them how much we love them.  We have to take an interest in them, take part in their activities, help them with their home work, go to parent teacher conference to show them we do love and care for them.  If we don't, we will regret that we didn't one day.

 

When they were born and we took them home for the first time everyone just made over them and told us how sweet they were and how they looked just like us.  They were such a blessing to us and we couldn't love them enough.  We kept them clean, changed their pamper, {we use to call them cloth dippers but technology changed that}, we would rock them for hours and feed them their baby bottle.  We would make strange noises, peck them on the chin and try to make them laugh. We would talk to them and try to get them to say a word or two like mom or dad.

 

We wouldn't think of leaving them with a stranger to care for them for even one second.  We knew better than that.  Unless it was a relative or a real close friend that we have known for many years, we would stay home first and do our shopping later.  We didn't do it then and as they grow older we shouldn't now.

 

As they grow they are in need of more love, understand, care and guidance than ever before.  We can say enough that the seed that is planted in them needs to be watered.  Proverbs 11:25 The liberal soul shall be made fat: and he that watereth shall be watered also himself.  The Lord warns us in His Book of instructions that {18} The wicked worketh a deceitful work: but to him that soweth righteousness shall be a sure reward.

 

We can't just allow anyone to water their seed, feed them and care for our children.  God tells us that there are wicked people out there that are sweet as honey and as wicked a Satin.  He tells us again in Matthew 7:15  Beware of false prophets, which come to you insheep's clothing, but inwardly they are raveningwolves.

Our children belong to God, He just loaned them to us for a while to give us some injoyment and to share our love. Some day, like all of us, they will be returned to their maker, Jesus Christ.  

 

While we have them for the first few years of their lives, we are expected to love, care for them and follow the instructions laid down to us in the Bible.  We can't turn them loose out in the world with the wicked and wolves in sheep clothing.  We must keep them in the safety zone with Jesus.  If we don't, some day they will wake up and find themselves at home with Satan and they will ask us why we didn't read the book of instructions and teach them the right way.

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During that time I was fighting city hall over pornography being on display in a business place that was located close to three schools, a public libary and a play ground.  Everyone was up set at me, which I won't get into the details, but I had received threats and one of them was, I better watch my children.

 

We know how it feels to get your children kidnapped.  I was never so scared in all my life.  I keep saying, "no Lord not the twins, please God let them be at the school."  I thought I would have to call the squad for my wife, and I wasn't doing to good myself.  I didn't know the old station wagon could go that fast.  It is a wonder I didn't blow the engine.  That was one of many benefits the Lord has, watching over your children.  All I can say is, thank you lord.

One evening after work when I got home I parked the car in front of the house.  I got out, went up the steps and on to the porch.  I saw glas everywhere.  As I opened the door to go in the house my wife was running toward me holding a rag on our son's forehead.   As she ran  blood was running down his face like a water fall.  We all piled into the car with the children crying, my wife yelling at the kids for running and playing in the house.  What happen, I asked and my wife said the kids were running and playing in the house and Jay, our son, went through the front door glass.

There is a little boy who plays football on my grandson's team at school.  He is handicapped but he doesn't let it stop him from playing.  He has a artificial leg and arm. The arm he does have has three fingers and he can catch the ball like anyone else and he runs like no one's business.  I felt so sorry for him at first, not because of his handicap, but because I was under the impression that he had no one who comes to watch him practice or watch him play.  My grandson and I were at one of my other grandson's games and were walking up and down the side line watching him as the ball moved up and down the field.  I heard some one cheering this little guy on and there was his grandpa talking to him when he wasn't on the field playing.  I felt so much better to see that.   The little guy may come from a poor family and not have too much at home, but he was proud as a church mouse with his grandpa watching him play.  It didn't take things to make him happy or make him feel loved.  All it took was a grandpa who loved him enough to show he cared.

When we arrived at the hospital and the nurs at the front counter saw my wife holding the rag on my son's head with blood running down his face, they took him right in.  They set him on one of the beds, the nurse took the rag from his forehead and when they got his head to stop bleeding they found it was only a small cut, thank the Lord, and they patched him up and sent him home.

I came home from work one morning after my bus run and as I was pulling in to park the car, my wife was in the yard screaming and crying. She said the twins are gone, I can't find them.  What do you mean you can't find them? She said they were standing at the bus stop catch the bus.

I jumped back in the old wagon and I went as fast as I could to their school.  I found out that there was a bus that stopped just up from the houby the house the last time I saw them.  I was in the back of the house and I heard the horn of the bus blowing and I went out to see what was wrong and they were gone.  They didn't se at the next corner   and they got on it.  They were only about 6 or 7 at the time and they didn't know better.  I was so up set at the driver who picked them up, but just for a second.  I was just so happy I found them.  It's a wonder I didn't squeeze them in too. 

By  a  Caring Mother

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I know what you are, go away.  You're a wolfe in sheep clothing.  I learned all about you in Sunday School.

Matthew 7:15

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