I went to a football game with my dad yesterday -- to see the Dallas Cowboys play the Cleveland Browns at Texas Stadium. That was a cool thing. I am so blessed to have the dad I do. It would be easy to take my parents for granted, because I don't really have anything to complain about. While they aren't perfect (I like the phrase: "pobody's nerfect") they have been so good to me. It would be easy to take that for granted, because comfort sometimes brings complacency, neglect, and taking for granted.
That's likely one of the big sins Israel (God's people -- the Hebrews) committed over and over again in biblical times. As crazy as it sounds, these people that were fed by manna dropped on the ground (and even quail after they complained) and given water from a rock to drink -- they ended up forgetting God and how good He had been to them. That's really crazy, but we do the same thing -- over and over again.
I thank God that this thought came to me. This is a benefit of reflection and even reading God's Word -- the Holy Spirit will remind us what is important.
Thank You, Lord, for my parents.
They have been a tremendous blessing to me
and are a precious gift from You.
Thanks also for the simple but rich time with my dad yesterday.
I don't believe that the Cowboys are God's favorite team. That distinction, if there was one, would probably go to a humble group of players somewhere that are stuck in a horrible losing streak but they are coached and led by someone who helps them have fun competing and showing class and kindness to their opponents game after game. I am glad, though, that the Cowboys were able to hold on and win that game yesterday.
:?)