"My Permanent Record"
Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
When I was born I was very
young but into this world I was sharply flung.
When I learned to write, I scribbled with a big pencil and bit my tongue
I did my ABC's and stayed in line, with much to write and songs unsung.
I moved to a smaller pencil and to my surprise, the teacher that must be a number two.
Well I bought my pencils and a tablet too and she said, "It'll be cursive before we're through."
My letters curved and
swirled and she said, "You must get a fountain pen Young man."
I was off to the five and ten and soon was swirling in blue, as well as black time and again.
I learned to write and liked it now and then but now she said, "you must learn to type my friend."
I learned pica & elite & I began to wish for my pen but I was ten words per minute with few mistakes.
I'm pretty sure I'll never be a writer but If I ever wanted out of here, I better get this page a little tighter.
I got out & sure enough went to work but now I have a key board that puts words on a screen.
I said, "Well, here we go again. with all this learning should be plumb full but it sure feels lighter."
I know they say, "the pen is mightier than the sword, but if that is so, I'll be a knife fighter."
Written by Bob Wood
Whenever your kids are out
of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence
did not extend to God's kids.
After creating Heaven and Earth, God created Adam and Eve, and the first thing He said to them was, "Don't."
"Don't what?' Adam replied.
"Don't eat the forbidden fruit," God said.
"Forbidden fruit? We've got forbidden fruit? Hey, Eve...we've got forbidden fruit!"
"Don't eat that fruit!" said God.
"Because I'm your Father and I said so!" said God, wondering why He hadn't stopped after making the elephants. A few minutes later God saw the kids having an apple break and was angry.
"Didn't I tell you not to eat that fruit?" the First Parent asked.
"Uh huh," Adam replied.
"Then why did you?"
"I dunno," Eve answered.
"She started it!" Adam said.
Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed. But there is a reassurance in this story. If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give them wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself. If God had trouble handling children, what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you?
Your struggles always lead to strength. Zig Ziglar
I have loved my whole life
to write but if I had known God was going to use me as one, I would have paid
better attention in class. I learned to diagram sentences and put markings on
words and to this day I have never been asked to do that again. I copied the
entire set of encyclopedias in the fifth grade and I'm sure i received bad marks
on my PERMANENT RECORD, which must have not been so permanent. I thought surely
I'll never get a job because you know I had to sit in the hall because I didn't
get my homework. I'm getting to the age that I just may need that big fat
pencil again and my writing is beginning to look like that first day. I'm reminded
of all that homework each time I sit down to study for three or four sermons a
week. I have learned that getting old didn't take as long as I heard it would.
I have learned that growing up is not mandatory. I was introduced to the BOARD
of education by Mrs. Horton at Gann in the first grade. Both my parents and
Mammaw layed hands on me and healed me of all kinds of ailments. Mr. Bradbury
got on the program right fast like too. And for some reason God called me to
the ministry. Sure enough, I still cannot sit before a clean piece of paper
with a pencil, without a flurry of thoughts from my head to the canvas. Keep
shining and be as good as you can be; and when you have a chance, you pray for
me. Don't forget that there really is a permanent record!
God is Good!
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