Meditations On A Timepiece

By John C. Reed

See how the moments pass,
How swift they haste a way,
In this instructive glass,
Behold thy life decay,
Then waste not thy prime,
On life’s pernicious road,
Hoard thy precious time,
Acquaint thyself with God,
So when thy pulse shall cease,
Its throbbing transient play,
Thy soul to realms of peace,
Shall wing its joyful way.

Born 1809 Died 1855.

Gentle as a DOVE

Matthew 10:16
Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

When the Shepherd spoke in parables, the people often heard the story. They understood His words, as if he’d spoken them directly. Today, as we watch events happening around the world, Christians foresee eternity with a different scope.

I remember the night I realized my mother was not going to survive cancer. I’d been working and rushing through my work to spend time with her, and she’d begged me to just stop working and come sit with her.  That moment, the one where I sat down and heard her voice, the glimpse of the future that had washed over me as I sat there holding her hand, reminded me that I am not in control.

There’s a greater being, bigger than me, who controls the universe and as much as I wanted that night to last forever… I knew it was in His hands.

I heard parables that night, about so many things… Many of them I’d heard throughout my lifetime.  But this one, keeps coming back to me.

Like sheep

Psalm 78:52
But made his own people to go forth like sheep, and guided them in the wilderness like a flock.

53 And he led them on safely, so that they feared not: but the sea overwhelmed their enemies.

54 And he brought them to the border of his sanctuary, even to this mountain, which his right hand had purchased.

55 He cast out the heathen also before them, and divided them an inheritance by line, and made the tribes of Israel to dwell in their tents.

The story that kept weighing on my heart, and needed desperately to be told, was found in Psalm 78, where God shared parables of dark days to come, and allowed the light to shine through those stories of darkness. His light. Shown forth. Brought glory. In our darkest hour, we’re brought forth to the light, by God’s guiding hand. And God protects us.

That’s what the parable said to me. That’s what God’s word revealed.

I’d hung back, waiting for a message. And it was there all along. I struggled through seven years of not knowing, wishing there was something more that I could cling to… Until there wasn’t. There was nothing I could cling to, and mourning wasn’t my thing. I knew, if I’d known anything at all, that I wasn’t to mourn, but to celebrate the life. I was to celebrate the joy of knowing that Mom’s passing had been directly into the arms of God.

And there it was, in the parable she’d mentioned that night.

I have to share that I don’t believe she shared the parable meaning to tell me anything. She was sharing a story she’d shared with me a million times before, and each time something in the story changed. She’d raised a lamb from birth, because the mother rejected the lamb. Her uncle had given her the lamb, she named Lambie, and she bottle fed that lamb and cared for it until it was old enough to butcher.

Gentle as a DOVE

Doves on my window sill have been a symbol of rightness to me. In every home I’ve lived, a pair of doves lived nearby. I remember moving from the apartment when mom passed away, into a house where my family lived for several years.

It didn’t feel right.

We’d moved in December, and there were no doves. In fact, there were no birds. I remember the first picture I took in the house had an image I couldn’t explain, and for days I felt something was missing. I’d never experienced such a vacancy in my heart before that. I felt as if we’d moved into the wrong house.

In early February, before the snow had stopped falling I’d opened my window for some air, and I heard them… A pair of doves had taken up residence in a tree in front of our home.

He led them on safely…

In the parable mom had shared, she kept talking about safety, and reminding me that we would be cared for. The reason she’d shared the story to begin with had been to reassure me, that her passing wouldn’t be a warning, but rather a reveal of future blessings that would rain down. The parable had many phrases that talked of safety and assurance.

  • The sea overwhelmed their enemies…
  • He brought them to the border of His sanctuary…
  • He’d bought them a mountain…
  • He’d cast out the heathen before them…
  • And He divided them an inheritance…

There was much more in the Psalm, and over the seven years, I’ve experienced much that had little to do with God’s provision, and everything to do with lessons God allows us to learn. But there’s so much more…

Because in the end of the Psalm, the parable reveals that David is chosen, and God feeds them, and provides an inheritance.

In the depths of our pain, in our deepest sorrow, God reveals His promises.

I’m not a preacher. I’m not even really a Bible Scholar. I read the Bible and study it, and I often find wisdom and power in the Word. More often, I find sanctity, sanity, and simple instruction for my Faith in Him. I’m led to His promises.

As I studied today in Matthew 10, I was reminded of the parable, and mom’s gentle as a dove warning to “stay alert” in the days to come. I don’t believe she had any idea what was coming politically in our country. But I do believe the parable she shared is relevant in these times as God’s promises are given for moment such as these.

And I was reminded to be wise as serpents and harmless as a dove.

Listen for the doves, my friends. Listen for the dove.

#DOVE #wisdom #warning

One memory stands out…

end of the ride

Never a day goes by that I don’t remember where I came from… The valley is a part of my soul, and fifty years living there has provided a lifetime of memories. No matter how far away I roam, those memories remain dear.

One memory from when I was a little girl, we’d gone to the ranch to help with branding, and while the little ones played in the back of the truck, I asked if I could ride with a cousin. I’d already ask him, and he said, “Check with your mom.”

At her nod, I stretched my arms up and he swung me onto the back of his saddle. I wrapped both arms around him and we took off like the wind. I know now, he probably wasn’t running the horse, perhaps a trot, but back then… wind in my hair, and the constant rhythm of the ride, I felt as if we’d never stop. We rode fence most of the afternoon, looking for breaks, or cattle that might have been missed in the round up.

Whenever he’d jump off to fix a bad spot, or check a fence fastener, or whatever he was doing, I’d pick wild flowers, or hold the reigns. If we gathered  a cow or a steer along the way, we keep him with us moving him along slowly until we either got back close enough to the herd to run him in with others, or back to the corrals for branding.

Headed in from the last fence run, I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. The ride was slower. We were both tired. The horse was worn out from the work day.  I drifted off to sleep with my arms wrapped around him on the back of that horse. I was the city kid who got to go play cowgirl now and then…

The last time I saw him, he said, “Hey, Rustler. How’s it goin’.” It had been years since he’d called me that name, but I remembered… A time…

Proverbs 27: 23 Be sure you know the condition of your flocks,
give careful attention to your herds; 24 for riches do not endure forever, and a crown is not secure for all generations.

Growing up, I learned from my family, solid work ethics, values, and principles of living. Those treasures of life last forever, they are the riches that endure, because when you know the value of principled living, you NEVER forget.

Blessed are those who mourn

I’ll miss that cowboy when I go home next…

He was one in a million.