Slow Fade


03 Dec
03Dec

 ðŸŽ¶ It's a slow fade when you give yourself away, it's a slow fade when black and white are turned to gray.  And thoughts invade, choices are made., a price will be paid, when you give yourself away.  People never crumble in a day.... Daddies never crumble in a day...Famlies never crumble in a day.... The journey from your mind to your hands is shorter than you're thinking.  Be careful of you think you stand you just might be sinking...When you give yourself away. 🎶

                         Song by Casting Crowns.   Lyrics by John Mak Hall


Worship music has always has just a major impact on my life.  It's the ushering in of the Holy Spirit at the beginning of the church sermon, the acceptance of His presence during the alter call, the calming of the soul during troubling times, the rejoicing during the happy times and every moment in between.  

The message in the song Slow Fade just speaks to me of not only the world around us today but also of my own personal walk with the Lord.  You see, I was the poster child of a Daddy's Girl 😉  I just knew growing up that my daddy hung the moon and the stars! He was 6'4" tall, slender, dark curly hair, tan, the kindest brown eyes who only held love for God and my mother in them, he never spoke harshly about anything or anyone, he taught my brother and myself about camping, fishing, hard work, how a man should treat his wife and children and most importantly how a person is to love and serve God. My father protected us, provided for us, sheltered and clothed us and when needed disciplined us.  Sound familiar?  Like the promise that God gives us in the Word?

You might be thinking, "wow she had the ideal life growing up" and you would be correct until one night in 1974 when we woke up to hear our mom calling out for our great-grandmother who lived with us to come help her.  You see, my beloved father was lying on their bedroom floor having a seizure. One of the scariest times of my life that night, my dad was rushed to the local hospital where he was then transported to Houston with a brain tumor.  Being young I don't remember all the details but that night changed the course of our lives forever.  My hero, my daddy was forever changed and my parents roles would soon be reversed.  My daddy survived the tumor, survived he surgery and lived another 12 years until he Lord called him home in 1986.

My mother, whom as a teen I totally clashed with, was now both mom and dad, provider, protector, our shelter and disciplinarian.  The grace she showed during the years of daddy's illness, the strength of endurance, her faithfulness to God and to family is the example that I strive to live up to.... sadly I often fail miserably!  

I was definitely on a slow fade straight to no where, or better yet straight to hell. The back and white lessons taught by my parents slowly turned gray, my vision got clouded while I was running away.  My choices in life had consequences, as all such choices do.  My mother never gave up on me... she never stopped loving me... she never stopped talking to me... she never stopped praying for me!  And God never stopped pursuing me!!  I finally stopped running.


🎶oh be careful little eyes what you see, oh be careful little eyes what you see... for the Father up above is lookin down in love oh be careful little eyes what you see.🎶

05Dec
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