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My Own Little World 

Nestled within my very own watery cocoon, I am unaware of anything but my heartbeat. I hear voices from time to time, but their words are not discernible. My life is a sheltered life, as well it should be. I haven’t the knowledge, experience, or wherewithal to make it very far on my own.

Life is a mysterious thing, beginning within the dark confines of secrecy. One moment, there’s nothing. And then, life. I can’t tell you when that occurred; I wasn’t, now I am.

Me.

In my own little world.

A world within a world.

I feel so safe, so cared for, so very nurtured in this little world of mine.

It seems like I’m getting bigger every day. The desire to exercise comes automatically, and I find myself turning, kicking, and jabbing at nothing but the watery walls of my house.

I am so secure, hidden away in this wonderful place I call home.

Something inside assures me I will always be cared for, never abandoned, forever loved by someone I’ve known all my life, but haven’t yet met face to face.

There are times when I can hear a heartbeat other than my own. It has a stronger, slower rhythm to it; a reassuring sound that love is very near.

I’m not lonely in this little world. And though I’ve never seen the world outside this watery shell, I have a growing anticipation of greater things, new experiences. I know I was created for greater things. There’s a small but definite light deep within my being; a light that seems to constantly emit rays of hope. Hope of uncovering my purpose, my destiny, in this thing known as life.

At times my little world rumbles and bounces, but I need never worry. I am safe. I am loved.

I am.

Me.

In my own little world.

“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.” (Psalm 139:13-16 NLT)

A Precious Little Life


Today I had the privilege of holding my brand spanking new great niece.

Maddie Lewis. What a pretty name.

What a pretty little girl.

I was the one rocking her as she celebrated her 12th hour outside her mommy’s tummy (pictured above).

All I could do was stare at her, with tears in my eyes, thanking God for such a precious little life.

I just love her little nose.

Admiring her little fingers (and beautiful, tiny nails), I thought about when our son was born almost 37 years ago. How young his mom and I were, and how little we knew about raising children. Yet God entrusted us with a precious little life to care for.

Imperfect parents with a perfect little life to nurture and protect. 

Wow.

Holding this precious little life, I thought of her parents. Perfect? No. But that’s never been a requirement. If it was, I’d never have become a dad.

Her parents have flaws like every other human being. Gosh, her daddy is even a Minnesota Vikings fan! Gasp!

But I do know one thing, and that for certain. This precious little life was born into a family that loves her. I mean, REALLY loves her. 

God can help her parents navigate this life experience we call parenting, and I know He will. There will be plenty of teaching moments as Maddie grows into the person God created her to be.

Kind of like on the job training.

Time has a way of speeding up with each passing year, and soon Maddie’s mommy and daddy will wonder what happened to their little girl. Even as they enjoy watching her grow, they’ll be a little sad, I’m sure.

I know.

But right now, a precious little life has graced the Lewis family, and all those who are blessed to be called family. She has no hidden agenda, no political viewpoint, and probably doesn’t care if she watches Fox News or CNN.

Yet, just by looking at her, holding her, and seeing the way she scrunches up her nose and reaches her arms over her head to stretch with all her might, one can’t help but realize she has a message for us all.

And that is, life is precious. From the time it starts until it finally is no more. So make the most of it, and get to know the One Who is the Author of life itself.

Precious little Maddie, your message is certainly clear to me.

“Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.” (Psalm 127:3 NLT)

“Direct your children onto the right path, and when they are older, they will not leave it.” (Proverbs 22:6 NLT)

Real Man or Big Boy?

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No man ever beats a woman.

There have been plenty of males who have, but no men.

A number of boys have flexed their muscles and busted a woman’s face, but it has never been a man.

Men, real men, don’t have to prove how strong they are by breaking a woman’s arm, or knocking their teeth out.

A real man is disciplined, able to control his temper. He knows when to back away from a heated argument, if the argument cannot be diffused.

Real men aren’t afraid to say, “I’m sorry. I was wrong.” And mean it.

A man will show his strength by yielding to others; for he doesn’t have to be right all the time.

Nor does he always have to have his way.

You will never find a man overpowering a woman in order to satisfy his sexual desires. Cravings do not control a man. Men control their desires.

Yes, it’s true: males have been guilty of domestic violence, sexual abuse, and other things that have created nightmarish lives for many women.

But a man knows how to love, how to be tender, how to protect, and how to provide.

And a real man isn’t afraid to cry, to express his fears, or to say, “I don’t know”, and, “I need help.”

Mister Macho Male: show your strength by controlling your temper.

Impress those around you by honoring and protecting your wife and children. Show your young sons how a real man is supposed to live, and how a man treats a lady.

Anyone can flex their muscles and fly off the handle with temper tantrums. But a MAN lets his body only do what HE wants it to do.

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