YOU MADE ALL THE DELICATE, INNER PARTS OF MY BODY AND KNIT ME TOGETHER IN MY MOTHER’S WOMB.
PSALM 139:13 NLT
FOR GOD IS WORKING IN YOU GIVING YOU THE DESIRE AND THE POWER TO DO WHAT PLEASES HIM.
PHILIPPIANS 2:13 NLT
WHEN CREATOR GOD WAS WEAVING ME TOGETHER BEFORE MY BIRTH, NOT ONLY DID HE PLANT IN MY HEART ETERNITY BUT HE ALSO WOVE IN ME A LOVE OF STORIES. I LOVE TO LISTEN TO STORIES, I LOVE TO TELL STORIES, AND I LOVE TO WRITE STORIES. THEN HE GAVE ME A STORYTELLER AS A DAD. I COME FROM A LINE OF STORYTELLERS. MY BROTHER AND I REMEMBER CHILDHOOD CHRISTMAS’S. WE WOULD TRAVEL TO CARBON, TEXAS TO VISIT MY DAD’S FAMILY. EVERY MORNING WE WOULD WAKE TO LAUGHTER. I CALL IT THE “GUY LAUGH.” IT WAS FROM DEEP. IT WAS A LAUGH FROM THE GUT. MY DAD AND HIS THREE BROTHER’S EACH HAD IT. MY GRANNY HAD IT. MY DAD AND HIS BROTHERS FAVORITE PASTIME WAS TO SIT AROUND MY GRANDMOTHER’S TABLE AND TELL STORIES. (AS I RECALL THEY EACH HAD A TURN TO TRY TO ONE UP THE OTHER BROTHER.) IT WOULD BECOME A LAUGH FEST. THUS COMES MY LOVE FOR STORYTELLING. I MISS MY DAD’S STORIES. THERES IS A VACUUM IN MY HEART THAT HIS STORIES ONCE FILLED. I FELT THE LORD STIRRING ME TO CARRY ON THE STORYTELLING AFTER DAD’S PASSING. SO I WRITE. FOR GOD IS WORKING IN ME AND GIVING ME THE DESIRE AND THE POWER TO DO WHAT PLEASES HIM AS THE ABOVE VERSE SAYS.
MY HERITAGE OF STORYTELLING DOESN’T EVEN BEGIN WITH MY DAD THOUGH. I AM A CHILD OF THE ULTIMATE STORYTELLER. I AM A CHILD OF GOD, AND HIS WORD IS FULL OF STORIES. THERE IS POWER IN HIS STORIES; THERE IS TRUTH IN HIS STORIES; AND THERE IS LIFE IN HIS STORIES.
“THEN THE LORD GOD FORMED THE MAN FROM THE DUST OF THE GROUND. HE BREATHED THE BREATH OF LIFE INTO THE MAN’S NOSTRILS, AND THE MAN BECAME A LIVING PERSON.” GENESIS 2:7
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW,” AND MAN’S FIRST BREATH WAS DRAWN. THINK OF IT. THE VERY FIRST BREATH OF MANKIND WAS RECORDED FOR US IN GENESIS 2:7! THE FIRST BREATH IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND WAS INHALED AND WE READ ABOUT IT IN GENESIS 2:7! WHAT WAS IT LIKE TO BE THE FIRST TO BREATHE? WHAT DID HE SEE?
HIS FIRST SIGHT HAD TO HAVE BEEN HIS CREATOR. LOOK AT THAT VERSE. STUDY THAT VERSE. LET THE WORDS OF THAT VERSE PAINT ITS PICTURE FOR YOU. LET’S CHEW UP THIS VERSE BITE BY BITE AND WE WILL SEE THE PORTRAIT AS THE LORD PAINTS IT UPON THE CANVAS OF OUR MINDS.
THE LORD GOD FORMED… THE WORD FORMED IN THIS VERSE ACTUALLY MEANS MOLDED. DUST OF THE EARTH IS THE HEBREW WORD APHAR. IT LITERALLY MEANS LOOSE EARTH.
THE EARTH HAS BEEN CREATED. GOD HAS SPOKEN IT INTO EXISTENCE, AND NOW COMES MAN. GOD’S POEM. GOD’S WORKMANSHIP.
THE CREATOR TOOK SOME LOOSE EARTH INTO HIS HANDS AND BEGAN MOLDING AND SHAPING IT. ALL OF HEAVEN LOOKED ON AS THE CREATOR’S HANDS WORKED THE CLAY AND MOLDED IT INTO A SHAPE. THERE WAS A SILENCE ACROSS THE EXPANSE AS THE ANGELS RECOGNIZED THE SHAPE WAS IN THE IMAGE OF THE CREATOR. THE SHAPE, HOWEVER, WAS LIFELESS IN THE POTTER’S HAND. BUT WHAT THE CREATOR DID NEXT ACTIVATED ALL OF CREATION. HIS MOUTH COVERED THE LIFELESS FORM THEN HE BLEW HARD, THE CREATOR INFLATED THE CLAY SHAPE. THE CREATURE BECAME A LIVING PHYSICAL BEING ALL BECAUSE THE CREATOR BLEW HIS VERY OWN BREATH INTO MAN.
WHAT WAS ADAM’S FIRST VISION AS ENERGY SURGED THROUGH HIM? IT HAD TO HAVE BEEN THE FACE OF HIS CREATOR. THEY HAD TO HAVE BEEN FACE TO FACE, NOSE TO NOSE. ADAM’S LIFE WAS PUT INTO PERPETUAL MOTION ALL BECAUSE CREATOR GOD USED HIS VERY OWN LIFE-GIVING BREATH AND INFLATED ADAM’S LUNGS.
THIS SCENE FASCINATES ME. THIS IS HOW WE LIVE AND BREATHE AND HAVE OUR BEING. WE LIVE BECAUSE GOD SHARED HIS BREATH WITH US.
I REMEMBER GOING BACK AND SAYING GOOD BYE TO DAD. HE WAS JUST LAYING THERE ON THAT HOSPITAL BED. THERE WAS NO LIFE IN HIM. THERE WAS NO MORE BREATH IN HIM. I STARED AT HIS CHEST. I WANTED IT TO RISE AND FALL AGAIN. I REALIZED IT WOULDN’T. HE HAD BREATHED HIS LAST. GENESIS 2:7 THE VERY FIRST BREATH TAKEN BY MAN; JANUARY 19TH, 2015 THE LAST BREATH TAKEN BY A GREAT DAD.
IT IS ALL GOOD. I WILL SEE HIM AGAIN. HE IS STILL TELLING STORIES ALL BECAUSE JESUS BEAT DEATH HELL AND THE GRAVE WHEN HE SAID “IT IS FINISHED.” THE FINAL BREATH OF MY LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST WAS NOT HIS FINAL BREATH.
“WITH A LOUD CRY, JESUS BREATHED HIS LAST.” MARK 15:37
WHEN JESUS ROSE EARLY ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE WEEK, … MARK 16:9
BECAUSE HE LIVES, I CAN FACE TOMORROW. BECAUSE JESUS ROSE UP OUT OF THAT GRAVE; I KNOW MY DAD IS ALIVE ALSO!
JESUS IS THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE!
HALLELUJAH! PRAISE THE LORD! GOD YOU ARE AWESOME!
THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS TRUTH
Great story telling came from a great generation of story tellers. Dad was a great story teller and I also miss his stories as I do James’s. I wonder if they are trying to one up each other today? Ha, probably don’t have time, they are too busy worshiping the King!