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Topic: Lifeguard (11/09/06)

By Lorene Weaver



Can you picture eyes scanning the horizon constantly looking, always being on the alert, never sleeping, not even so much as a staring, tired eye? Does that frighten you or make you feel safe? Does it give you that Big Brother is watching feeling? Maybe you don’t even think about it until……….

As a four year old I had to spend the night in the cemetery on a hill behind our house because a dam had burst during a driving thunderstorm. I was well protected in a car from the lightening and heavy rains, but I wasn’t sure how protected I was from the wolves that lived in those hills. It was hard to distinguish between the wind howling and what I thought were the wolves howling. I missed my daddy. He was helping keep people safe from the flood waters. When the tree limbs bent and swayed in a variety of patterns showing their eerily selves at the time the lightening burst across the sky, his hand wasn’t there to hold mine and keep me strong. Mourning his loss, I cried myself to sleep. What a joy to wake up as he opened the car door that bright, sunny morning.

There was the time as a six year old, I fell on a floor grate and gashed opened my knee. It happened at a neighbor’s house. She was horrified by the sight, that made me cry, and take off for home leaving a trail of blood down the sidewalk. My daddy scooped me up and wrapped up my knee with a bandage and off we went to the doctor’s. He was so strong and had such marvelously warm hands and he held mine as the doctor stitched me back together.

There were years of being in New Hampshire and Dad and I were fishing and rowing on Loon Lake early when the sun had barely lifted its head over the horizon. The huge water lilies and frogs leaping from one to another were our entertainment as we waited for nibbles on our lines. Soon the marvelous pines spread their fragrance as people were up and about crushing the needles in the walkways and the aroma of bacon cooking on the grill invited us back to land.

There were times of horrible loneliness and depths of despair. I remember one Christmas time coming back from the hospital. Dad had been admitted. He was an Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s patient. He was in and out of recognizing me. He reminded me of his father, who laid dying of multiple myeloma. He was in and out of consciousness. This, too, was right before Christmas.
He saw the brightly colored embroidered blouse I wore and gave me a beautiful smile. He was a painter and he loved colors. I went home from the hospital screaming at God - why my father, had he not served you as a pastor for 40 plus years, why had this very intelligent man been reduced to not being able to talk, feed or dress himself, or care for other bodily functions, why, why, why. All these 46 years I had loved my father more than my heavenly father. I was so convicted, so distraught, so very, very sad. I asked for forgiveness. I was restored thanks to Jesus.

All these years, Jesus has been my life guard snatching me from one hard, bitter place after another and He will continue to guard my life, protecting me, interceding for me, getting me through the tough, tough times bringing me to a place of glory. His watchful eye brings safety and love to my thirsty spirit.

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Donna Emery11/19/06
A lovely comparison between your earthly father and your heavenly Father. Nice work.
Donna Emery11/19/06
A lovely comparison between your earthly father and your heavenly Father. Nice work.