Treasures of a Woman's Heart
Love Taps on the Wall
by Doris C. Crandall
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.It is the finger of God on a (person's) shoulder. ~Charles Morgan
Every day my strong, healthy daddy worked in the fields from sunup until sundown to make a living for Mother, my sisters, and me on a rented cotton farm in the Texas Panhandle. At times, his voice became gruff as if he were aggravated with me. I felt he didn't love me.
One day Daddy had a fever. He stayed in bed in his room. The next day I contracted the same thing and stayed home from school. Mother put me to bed in my room which was next to Daddy's. We had no radio,and my eyes hurt too much to read, so I whiled away the long hours by mentally drawing circles and squares on the ceiling. Mother, busy as usual, came upstairs only to bring medicine, but didn't stay long. I was so lonesome.
Presently, I heard a tap, tap, tap on the wall common to my room and Daddy's. I realized that Daddy was knocking for me! But what could three short taps mean? I thought about it as the sounds continued, always in sets of three. Then it hit me: " I LOVE YOU!"That's it. Daddy is lonely, too. He's thinking of me. At that moment I knew that Daddy loved me. I returned a message, tap,tap,tap-pause-tap. "I LOVE YOU, TOO."
Though I'm grown now and Daddy died long ago, I have always treasured that day- the day Daddy so personally communicated his love.
Love never fails...
-1 Corinthians 13:8
Thought . . . Have you listened for God's " love tap's"? His " still, small voice" of love echoes through a whippoorwill's trill, rustling leaves, silver-splashing rain. They bid you " take notice" of His handiwork, created out of love, just for you.
to be continue . . .
by Doris C. Crandall
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.It is the finger of God on a (person's) shoulder. ~Charles Morgan
Every day my strong, healthy daddy worked in the fields from sunup until sundown to make a living for Mother, my sisters, and me on a rented cotton farm in the Texas Panhandle. At times, his voice became gruff as if he were aggravated with me. I felt he didn't love me.
One day Daddy had a fever. He stayed in bed in his room. The next day I contracted the same thing and stayed home from school. Mother put me to bed in my room which was next to Daddy's. We had no radio,and my eyes hurt too much to read, so I whiled away the long hours by mentally drawing circles and squares on the ceiling. Mother, busy as usual, came upstairs only to bring medicine, but didn't stay long. I was so lonesome.
Presently, I heard a tap, tap, tap on the wall common to my room and Daddy's. I realized that Daddy was knocking for me! But what could three short taps mean? I thought about it as the sounds continued, always in sets of three. Then it hit me: " I LOVE YOU!"That's it. Daddy is lonely, too. He's thinking of me. At that moment I knew that Daddy loved me. I returned a message, tap,tap,tap-pause-tap. "I LOVE YOU, TOO."
Though I'm grown now and Daddy died long ago, I have always treasured that day- the day Daddy so personally communicated his love.
Love never fails...
-1 Corinthians 13:8
Thought . . . Have you listened for God's " love tap's"? His " still, small voice" of love echoes through a whippoorwill's trill, rustling leaves, silver-splashing rain. They bid you " take notice" of His handiwork, created out of love, just for you.
to be continue . . .
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