I remember...
Twenty years ago I was a teenage boy just begining a journey toward manhood and honestly it is a journey still in progress, but I remember! I remember parents who prepared their children, as best they knew how and with hours of prayer, for a life aimed toward seeking God's desire for their lives. I remember being able to see the christian walk lived out within the walls of my home, in a mother then and still today who dillingently bathes our lives with prayer interceding on our behalf before her Lord and Saviour, and in a father who was the same man I saw sitting in a pew Sunday mornings as the one who sat at the dinner table, on the couch watching TV and getting ready for work every other day of the week. I remember parents who showed me God through their lives lived loving us. They set us all afloat in the sea of life prepared to go wherever the Lord may lead and trusting for His faithfulness to see us through! I remember this poem written from a father to a child to help him understand a father's love and a parents wish... and now I "own a little boat"...
"The Little Boat"
by my dad
I used to own a little boat, that turned into a ship
While in the harbor, safe it was, but it was built to leave the slip
My boat was cute, yet stately and it maneuvered well.
That it knew navigation, of this everyone could tell!
I taught it how to do things, it knew it had to learn.
For life's waves are often very rough and the currents it must discern.
When time came for my boat to leave the harbor light,
It made me real proud to know, it was not relying solely on it's might.
It knew what I had taught it. It did what it had learned.
It also knew the Saviour, that for His instruction it must yearn!
The time has come to let it go, to cut the moors away.
It's hard to do, It is part of me, I love it, what more can I say?
Go on, my precious little boat, go seek what you may find!
Remember tho,when winds get strong, I'll always be ready to hand you a line
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