Hey Gang: In the very
early days of Eagle Village each day was a tremendous challenge with alligators
continually nipping at my heels. There
was never enough money to meet the day’s needs, the staff consisted of young,
very inexperienced, but dedicated people, who had no clue how to talk a kid
down from a tree- because he was ticked off at what he was served for lunch.
Satan could see down the road and the influence Eagle
Village might have on families and he did not like it one bit. So, he set out to nip it in the bud -by
destroying the confidence and enthusiasm of its founder – “ME”.
My office, at that time, was a very small and run down cabin
that we used for everything from cooking to sleeping. My secretary, at that time, was a
tremendously caring and compassionate person who could read me like a
book. He knew when the cares of the
world were weighing on me. Oh, by the
way, that caring person was my secretary- as well as my father-in-law.
One day when it seemed the roof was falling, the Peter
principle was operating in full force- “If it can go wrong it will”, several
fights were breaking out and young staff need gluing back together, I retreated
to the kitchen to pay bills. As per
usual, the bills did not match the amount available and the last bill in was
placed in the ‘hold file’ until God’s provision came in.
It was at the peak of my depression- and throwing in the towel
was a serious consideration- that my Father–in-Law came in, set a cup of coffee
before me and placed his hand on my head. He left as quietly as he had come
in. Now, I never looked at my
father-in-law as being an angel but I certainly believe he was God’s anointed
that morning.
What I am saying? I
do not recall a day in my life when things were looking bleak that God did not
send someone out there to minister to me.
Maybe there is someone in your life that needs a special touch..
Grampa Beery, as he became known to the boys, was always
there when the rubber-hit-the road. I
firmly believe it was his prayers, his encouragement and the sheer fact that he
was there when I needed him the most, that kept my sane and on track to do what
God commissioned me to do. My prayer for
you this morning is that you too, have a ‘Grampa’ in your life!
My grandma once said to me, “Some are called to pray, some
are called for action. That is the purpose
of the family of God. Some are given
wisdom, some the gift of healing. Still
others are called on to perform miracles, and some the gift of prophecy. No matter what your gift might be, keep in
mind when you ae not fulfilling your God-given purpose, you are leaving-what
Frank Constantino preached as “leaving a hole in time, in God’s order.”
Also keep in mind when you are not fulfilling your God-given
marching orders, the hole you leave will be passed down through the generations! So, friends and neighbors, make sure your
armor is in place, polished and ready for action, your sword (Bible) is in your
hand, your lamp filled with the Spirit of God and ready for warfare and you are
alert to the needs of others.
Blessings,
Cari
Gramps
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