Keeping Promises

“… and ye know in all your hearts and in all your souls, that not one thing hath failed of all the good things which the Lord your God spake concerning you; all are come to pass unto you, and not one thing hath failed thereof.” Joshua 23:14

The importance of being honest cannot be overstated. “A man is only as good as his word,” is an old saying. The scripture in Joshua 23 (above) is part of Joshua’s dying declaration. As he was nearing death, he wanted to remind Israel that God had kept all of his promises to them. In spite of all the conflicts and 40 years in the wilderness, they were at last in the land of Canaan which God had promised to them.

In our own lives, we can look and see promises God has delivered on and some we still wait for and pray about. Many times in our lives, situations look impossible and problems insurmountable. God has proven repeatedly in all of our lives that he is trustworthy and dependable. Even in those times when we may have grown weak in our faith and discouraged, God still keeps those promises he made to us.

What about us? Can our word be counted on and taken as gospel? Have we earned a good name by being trustworthy and dependable? Like in our story, it may seem a little thing to us to not keep our promises, but those we fail to keep may cause hurt that can never be repaired. If we are to be godly and faithful Christians, we must be to others like God is to us — as good as our word.

Seeing Myself Through God’s Eyes

I have been Blessed with 8 Precious Children, 5 Sons, 3 Daughters, all adults now. Many decades ago, through terrible circumstances that I will not attempt to describe here at the end of the Vietnam war, I was tragically torn-apart from My Precious Children.

My Precious Children needed me and I couldn’t rescue them. I had to just stand there knowing my Children would suffer at the hands of others. It was more than I could bare – I had no idea how to cope with such devastating loss.

All in an instant the Holy Spirit ministered to me in what was the most supernatural way I had ever felt Him. What was conveyed was, “Dennis, do you now have some vague understanding of what I went through when strangers beat my Son senseless? I had to watch my Son suffer in ways you’ll never have to.” This thought was more than profound, but it was what He said next that almost brought me to my knees instantly.

He said, “I know how much you love your children and how their tears hurt you. But you can’t comprehend how much I love mine. And I endured his tears and suffering for you.”

I closed my eyes and saw red words from my Bible that said,

“…Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Matthew 27:46)

I was reunited with My Children and All 8 of my Precious Children are adults now and most with Children of their own.

Along the way, it dawned on me the that sometimes I didn’t even see them as babies, I just saw their standing in my family. I’d do anything for My Precious Children. As they were growing up, I would have to step back from time to time and remind myself that they are completely unable to relate to a single thing that happens in my life. I could not confide in them or ask them for advice. I could never ask them for a favor or lean on them during a rough spot. But I loved each one enough to die for them the minute they were born. My love for them changes as they each grow, but I don’t love them more. My love for them is 100% unconditional, and 100% of what I have to give.

I felt God say to my spirit, “I love you. I love you EVEN THOUGH you’re a baby. You can’t relate to me. You’re incapable of understanding anything at my level. But when I look at you I don’t see baby Dennis. I see a family member. Dennis, no matter how spiritually immature you are, you’re part of my family.

I was reminded of 1 John 3:1 which says,

“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.”

I’m starting to realize that My Precious Children were given to me so that God could use each of them to help raise me.

Praise God, Praise God, Praise God!!!