We all are prone to reflect on our life expereinces. sometimes they are the spiritual things that have impacted our lives and at other times they are simply the thoughts that brought us joy and happiness. In my short book I have written down some of the reflections and musings which are unique to me but at the same time are common to many and readers will soon have their own musings and recollections stirred.
A collection of inspirational stories and other short life experience articles.
When we were just kids I thought my daddy was just about the strongest man in the world and could whip Pharaohs Army with one hand tied behind his back. He was however a gentle soul and taught me and my siblings many great and wondrous things. First he taught us the value of hard work and doing a job right the first time, I learned this lesson the hard way hoeing corn and you know those corn rows seemed to get longer by the minute as I would watch daddy glide his hoe through the corn removing the weeds in one swift action and his work was always neat, I could distinguish any row hoed by my dad.
Second he taught us not to talk about folks. In my entire life of knowing my daddy, never once did I hear a harms word about anyone come from his lips. He always said when it come time to lay down and die he didn't want to have to send for some folks with whom he must be reconciled before dying. Daddy died well in his sleep from pancreatic cancer in 2003 and was at peace with those he loved and with his Maker.
There are so many lessons I learned from daddy but if I had to pick one to be number one it would be prayer. Daddy would lie down beside us when we were children and recite the following little prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
I know there are those who have not been taught the value of prayer but my dad relied on prayers to gain strength for his life and I am sure he must have often prayed for us kids. In our later years when we might be at his home at meal time, daddy would always give thanks and just listening to the words in his prayer of thanks for his food and daily blessings was an encouragement that still brings chills.
The first little prayers we learned taught to us by our daddy set a precedent that we have maintained in our home. I have found prayer is our greatest resource in both good times and bad times and am so thankful my daddy was a praying man and taught his younguns its importance