Sudden Downpour


It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!

 

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I wipe the rain from my eyes and stand still a few moments not wanting to walk and shed water on the old floor. The owner walks out and makes a comment about the terrible rains. I smile at him and begin to glance around the store.

It was my lucky day. I love antique stores and had always thought about stopping in here but never did it because it looked a little on the shabby side. I looked at him and smiled. He was an older gentleman with well-worn docker pants. I noticed the button was undone and he had a pair of suspenders holding them up. He had a white short-sleeve shirt on with two pens sticking out of his shirt pocket. White socks and loafer/slipper type shoes. He didn’t have much hair on his head and what I could see was pure white.

I did see something that made me feel at home. The twinkle in his eye reminded me of my own grandpa when he was still living. When he spoke about his store I could feel the love that he carried for the items for sale.

” I have been in business for over thirty years. My wife and I collected for nearly fifty years. Oh we used to scan the newspapers and find the most interesting auctions.. We would gather our chairs and a picnic basket full of her home-baked goodies along with some sandwiches and we would spend the glorious day together buying all the cheap things we could. Those were the days for sure. Now my wife has cancer and the medical bills  have eaten us up and I am having to sell everything we own so we can keep the house.”

I pulled up a chair and sat down near him. My own eyes filled with tears as I heard the love he had in his voice for his beloved wife. He got another chair and sat beside me. He went on with, ” My Bessie, my dear sweet Bessie. She was a real looker back in the day. She turned my head the first day I discovered her and we been together ever since. I promised her I would take care of her until the day she died and I am keeping that vow.”

” I just don’t move that quick anymore. I got that old arthritis in my knees and I can’t see like I used to. I want my Bessie to remain home as long as possible, that’s why I am selling our life here in the store.”

I listened intently and then without thinking volunteered my services. ” I don’t have anything to really do three days a week. What about me coming in and helping out. I could dust shelves. I could rearrange items so visitors see something new each time. I could make coffee and bake some cookies so they had something to make them feel more at home here. You could entertain them by sharing a little bit about the history of what they are looking at.”

He smiled and stood up. ” You must be an angel sent from God. I think your idea could work and I would love to take you up on your idea.” We shook  hands and as I turned to leave, the clouds made way and the sunshine was burning bright. I was dry and I walked through the front doors. When I stood outside his store I looked up and saw the biggest rainbow I had ever seen. I smiled to myself and thanked God for leading me into the path of this store. I walked easily to my car, got in and drove home, ready to scour my cookbooks for some interesting cookie recipes.wpid-img_14565334662119.jpeg

 

Food For Thought


I am watching 60 Minutes on TV. It is fascinating as I watch how planets are formed. I had this plum-crazy idea.

What if the skies, the highest that any object or naked eye could see was really the heavens? Where God watches over his loved ones and his universe, at the same time. What if, the stars we see twinkle are really our loved ones who have left this earth and are watching over us?

Just food for thought, a crazy idea, but in my pea-sized brain, a fascinating idea. The show said there is sugar and alcohol in the skies.

God made the world in less than a week. What if he didn’t waste a thing? What if he used the same ingredients to make the heavens as he did for us to be able to live here on earth? Again, food for thought.

God is amazing. Our world is amazing. How babies are made is miraculous. We shall never have the capacity to understand how this world really works. How God could put things in place and form a living, breathing form for billions of people to thrive on for years and years.  Is it any wonder that all he ask of us is to follow him and love him?

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Is Heaven For Real


I just watched Heaven Is For Real. It stirred me so much. I always know in my heart that Al is in heaven. He believed in God, of course he is in heaven. The thought of anywhere else has never entered my mind. Why should it? I believe in God.

 

 

 

 

God is a touchy subject among  us that walk this earth. I usually don’t get into the topic of God because of arguing that happens with everyone’s different views.

We are a group of living, human beings that in general, demands to see what we see in order to believe. It is not a fault, but a way of life. We live in pain, and there is gnashing of teeth and wicked tongues among us. Not just you but me also.

In this movie it positively shows that what I say is the truth. A church begins to collapse as it can not see nor understand what has not been shown. If a congregation can mistrust, than surely we are no better in acting the same way.

But what about a young child, can a child who is born in innocence see and  believe without question? Should we believe them or chalk it up to hallucinations or an over-active imagination.

After seeing this movie I fell to my knees. I wanted to believe there is a heaven. I needed to believe so that I know Al is at peace today and all brand new. I wanted to know that every pain, and sad heart I feel and angry words spoken to me were somehow going to be worth it in the end. In the movie the child star says there are no old people; that all are young. There are no glasses he stated. Does this mean Jesus heals? Are we put back into the state of which we were born in?

I believe we are. Jesus promises us that if we truly believe in him and follow him he will make us all brand new when we leave this earth. We shall be in his image and walk and sit with him. Can you imagine what it was like to be sitting on God’s lap?

Oh the sacrifices we make here on earth. The sin that is within us, the trials and tribulations, isn’t it all worth it if the reward in the end is heaven? A walk with God, a healing of our body, no more famish, no more weight issues, nor bullying, no worries; isn’t it all worth it?

Everything we obtain here on earth is nothing but mere pebbles according to the rewards in heaven. This movie took my faith and boosted it up. It helped me to stand taller, to fight harder, to speak louder. I don’t have to walk afraid, the only fear I have is fear itself, for God is with me.

He will walk my life beside me. He will guide me if I listen. He will heal me and forgive me when I decide to make my own decisions instead of listening to him. Oh what a mighty world we live in. I have nothing and yet I am rich for knowing God.

For me, I needed to see the movie. I needed to learn to  have faith in what I can not see. Of course I must be cautious and I will have trials until the day I die, but I will walk through  tall grasses like a deer walking and listening for his words, until I see my maker.deerI recommend that every person, believe or not, see this movie. If for no other reason than to make you think. I know it did me.

 

SHOES AND MSA


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SHOES

 

Shoes, just plain old shoes

What’s in a pair of shoes you ask

Why these are the last things I bought

The last thing Al asked for

The last thing we argued about

As his toes would no longer

Stretch out to wear them

Of all my possessions I own

Nothing can make me cry

Easier than these shoes

These wonderful

Shoes full of memories

Al able to talk to me

Al able to make decisions

Al able to recognize

On his last few months

When he could no longer speak

No longer eat

No longer decide

When all he could do is

Feel pain through and through

These shoes sat at the foot

Of his bed with hope carried

That maybe, just maybe

A miracle would appear

And Al once again

Could wear them  again

Are these for sale?

Hell no, they are priceless

Take what you want

Steal from me blind

Accuse me of having

Something you want

But don’t take his shoes

Don’t take my spirit

Don’t take my memories.

I love you Al, dear brother

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

07.26.2014

Rain


RAIN

 

It’s raining

God heard my prayer

He is throwing out the old

And cleansing all my air

 

It isn’t the clouds that bore me

Or the way they seem to hover

It is all the old processes

That take over all and cover

 

The rain can wash away

The way Jesus wipes our tears

Rain can make it seem so dreary

But God can wipe away the fears

 

If we don’t look closely

We will not always see

The way God answers our prayers

In the way that can only be done through thee.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

07.26.2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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