Friday
9-16-2016 Home in Modesto
Scripture
Reading: Eze 40 - 41 Psalm 128 Rev 21
S=Scripture
O=Observation A=Application P=Prayer SOAP for the
soul.
S.
Ps 128:1-4 Blessed is every one who fears the
LORD, who walks in His ways. When you eat the labor of your hands, you shall be
happy, and it shall be well with you. Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine
in the very heart of your house, your children like olive plants all around
your table. Behold, thus shall the man be blessed who fears the LORD. NKJV
O.
The psalmist sings of happiness. First and last, it is available to the person
who “fears the Lord”. He describes happiness as enjoying the work of one’s
hands. A carpenter, a brick layer, an artist, a musician…yes, even a street
sweeper can look upon his labor with joy. He or she has done her best. Now we
can enjoy the wife of our youth and our children sitting around our table. It
is a ballad to a happy home, tucked inside the parenthesis of giving God the
reverence and honor to which He is due.
A.
Is there such a thing as an ideal home? Was my home a happy home for my wife
and children? Certainly it was not a perfect home, but thank God I cannot
remember shouts of insults and sarcasm. I do remember expressions of love and
appreciation for one another. Surely there were moments of disagreement and
disappointment, but time must have erased them all. Memory must have sweetened
the mixture. Our three little boys were the delight of our lives… and their
mother was my treasure. I sometimes wrote her a poem on special days.
(See below)
P.
Lord Jesus, that home is only a memory now. Now I look forward to a new home in
heaven. Certainly there will be challenges and achievements, but mostly there
will be love and You will be honored… so I am assured that there will be true
happiness. Amen.
Ralph
Love is Forever
To My Darling Frances
by Ralph W. Hiatt on December 8, 2001
Our 50th Anniversary, celebrated by just the
two of us alone while living in Argentina
Long, long ago in a far away part
I found a fair maiden who captured my heart
I brought her a bright yellow rose for her dress
Asked her for a date and she gave me a “Yes”
That date became many, then we tied the knot
We started our new life with hardly a thought
The weeks became months and months became years
We enjoyed lots of laughter and suffered some tears
Now fifty great years have slipped into the past
It doesn’t seem possible they went by so fast
Some things have been altered by the passing of time
But my love for my darling is still in its prime
Fifty years now I have loved you
And I’ll love you fifty more
Fifty Years of God’s best blessings
And ahead there’s more in store
I love you for your beauty
That has grown with passing years
I love you for your kindness
Always there to dry one’s tears.
I have loved you as a mother
To the sons you gave to me.
Now I love you as a grandma
And again God gave us three.
One of these is now in heaven
Where one day we’ll run and play.
Soon we’ll be close to the others.
We look forward to that day.
You have always been my lover,
Faithful, caring, tender, true.
I will always hold you closely,
For I truly love you, too.
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