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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Cross (as in the Cross of Christ) (08/17/06)

TITLE: The Pride of a Father
By Joanne Malley
08/20/06


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The Pride of a Father


According to a popular claim, if youíre ruled by estrogen and plagued with the horrors of endless primping, shopping or delegating, youíre female and we have the same best friend.

The great thing is, although this friend hangs around our necks, graces our wrists or chokes our ring fingers, she hasnít a clue about the risks female friends really pose. Knowing that, Iím secure she wonít try to steal my man. Thankfully, she wonít blab about the bad traits my family swears I possess, either.

PleaseÖas if they know me well enough to make such false claims.

Anyway, Iíve been blessed with best friends of the sparkling, diamond sort, but the shimmer doesnít thrill me and sparkle doesnít woo me. Itís the clarity they provide that clinches it for me.

Encrusted in a special cross that my husband gave me as a gift, my best friends try to take center stage amidst the antique design of my treasured crucifix. They proudly light up a room, but itís the cross and what it symbolizes that should command the attention.

Unfortunately, the green-eyed monster rears his wretched head and smirks when I clasp my necklace around my neck. He surmises Iím aware that I pale in comparison to the brilliance of my cross. But, I refuse to acknowledge that fact in his presence. My estrogen side rules my pride, you know.

Every time my cross gently rests on my chest, I see a symbol that means my true treasured friend is always available. Wearing it is symbolic of who I am in Him, but it also presents the scary thought that the chasm between good and evil is way too thin for this girl who would appreciate a wider margin.

Unlike the beautiful cross I own, Iím still an unfinished product. I feel like a rough draft on the Architectís drawing table and dislike being so vulnerable.

In disobedience, I attempt to readjust some things as I approach completion. With my big mouth, I object to His plan for me and rattle off a list of sorry reasons why the preliminary sketch seems a tad bit skewed. At that precise moment, I finally understand the true meaning of the phrase, ďIf looks could kill.Ē The loud chatter of my teeth could be heard in monumental echoes and in a state of obedience, I commenced being a diamond in the rough for my Master without further resistance. When the echoes diminished, I wondered when my Daddy would be thoroughly proud of me.

In prior attempts to follow His plan of refinement, Iíd like to share that Iíve been known to leap that chasm to the other side one too many times.

ShockingÖI know.

But each time, my devoted, diligent Architect plops me back on the table, waves an authoritive finger at me and reminds me Heís not done with me yet. When that happens, I feel like a three-year-old whoís been slapped on the bottom for bad behavior. But, my Father knows what Heís doing and lovingly places me in time-out until I agree to retract my tongue for good.

Iíve learned that a bad attitude is not the way to get on His good side. The proof is on my backside and my behavior is often not what sparks the pride of a Father.

Even though I need to be reprimanded now and again, clarity of who He is and who Iím to be is becoming as clear as still, refreshing water. My desire for what I think I need or who I think I should be is reduced with every polishing His soft hand delivers to my being.

I may currently be like a diamond in the rough, but can you just imagine the day when the sparkle of my cross necklace takes second place to Godís finished work in me? Can you envision His pride when I wear it with a full and complete sense of indescribable gratitude for His endless devotion to me?

WellÖalthough this procedure is getting stale and painfully monotonous, back on the table I go.

In the meantime, every time I wear my cross, Iíll be reminded that His hand is busy polishing me until I possess enough of His clarity and brilliance to be the very thing that lights up a room. At that precise moment, Iíll no longer wonder when my Daddy will be thoroughly proud of me.

And that, my dear friends, is when the pride of a Father is born.


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Jan Ackerson 08/25/06
Wow--this is great! A devotional written with gentle, self-deprecating wit, and with such profound truth.
Beth Muehlhausen08/28/06
Inspiring and honest introspection. Loved the witticisms and snickered at this one:

"My estrogen side rules my pride, you know."

Pride? Hmmmmm.....LOL

Fun and challenging to read.

Pat Guy 08/28/06
'...the chasm between good and evil is way too thin for this girl who would appreciate a wider margin.' If only! :)

Great job on this Jo, because of the gentle, witty way you've weaved these lessons the reader will ponder on this for awhile - and that's good!
T. F. Chezum08/28/06
Well written devotional. Great job.
Joanne Sher 08/29/06
I just LOVE your writing style, Jo! This is so lighthearted and profound at the same time. I have no suggestions - just heaps and heaps of praise and admiration. Wonderful!
Kevin Kindrick08/29/06
What a fun read! It has a poignant - and all-to-personal - message encased in a real and humorous presentation.

Thanks for sharing, and God bless,

Kevin
Trina Courtenay08/30/06
This is just what I needed.

I loved this paragraph - Even though I need to be reprimanded now and again, clarity of who He is and who Iím to be is becoming as clear as still, refreshing water. My desire for what I think I need or who I think I should be is reduced with every polishing His soft hand delivers to my being.

May I copy this down and post it on my desk as a daily reminder?


Deborah Bauers08/30/06
I found yours Jo, and I'm glad I did. This piece just seems to radiate with the personality that you share on a daily basis. You are witty, approachable, and yet profound in your search for excellence. I love this piece. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Deborah Bauers08/30/06
I found yours Jo, and I'm glad I did. This piece just seems to radiate with the personality that you share on a daily basis. You are witty, approachable, and yet profound in your search for excellence. I love this piece. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Val Clark09/01/06
Just loved this, Jo! Funny and so true. My fav line: 'the chasm between good and evil is way too thin for this girl who would appreciate a wider margin.' You brought a smile to my face as it does to your Daddy's.
yeggy
John Hunt09/06/06
Jo,
Great job! I'm forwarding this to my wife!
No, wait...then she'll say, "Why don't I have a diamond cross? Where's my diamond cross?"
On second thought, I'll just enjoy it and keep it at that. LOL
Well done!