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Sunday, September 03, 2006
A REMARKABLE GOD (ARG!!!)

Every day I have the honor of sitting down with a book that contains the words of the One who created me. Every day I have the opportunity to let him give me a thought or two on how to live.

If I don’t do what he says, he doesn’t burn the book or cancel my subscription. If I disagree with what he says, lightning doesn’t split my long couch or an angel doesn’t mark my name off the book of life. If I don’t understand what he says, he doesn’t call me a dummy.

In fact, he calls me “Son,” and on a different page of the book explains what I don’t understand.

Remarkable.

At the end of the day when I walk through the house, I step pass the cradle of my little princess. And just stand there and watch her, I bend over and kiss the forehead of this Little angel God has loaned me. Then I stand in the doorway and wonder why in the world he would entrust a stumbling, fumbling fellow like me with the task of loving and leading such a precious treasure.

Remarkable.

Then I go and crawl into bed with a woman far wiser than I … a woman who deserves a man much better looking than I … but a woman who would argue that fact and tell me from the bottom of her heart that I’m the best thing to come pass her passage of life.

After I think about the wife I have, and when I think that I get to be with her for a lifetime, I shake my head and thank the God of grace for grace and think, Remarkable.

I’m learning not to take these everyday miracles for granted.

I’m discovering many things: traffic jams eventually clear up, sunsets are for free, DE Tribe is a work of love, and most MRT moves off and arrive on time. I’m learning that most folks are good folks who are just as timid as I am about starting a conversation.

I’m meeting people who love their family and their God and their ccountry and would die for any of the three.

I’m learning that if I look … if I open my eyes and observe … there are many reasons to lift up my head, look at the Source of it all, and just say thanks.

From a grace-filled man to Grace-Full God. Danny

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