Tuesday, September 22, 2015

September 22, Gina Is Told

Hello everyone! It is Tuesday morning where I live, so..."Happy Tuesday!" Whatever day it is where you live (Wednesday?), happy, happy day! Me? I'm okay. Sometimes I hit the floor running, with all of the possible things that I could accomplish during the day on my mind. And at other times, like today, I employ a slow but steady rhythm to my day. All in all, whatever start your day has had, you are blessed in that, it started. (BYDWP) Okay? Did you get your coffee yet? Well, to each his own, but  I think that having that cup of coffee on the run sort of defeats the purpose of the coffee, doesn't it? Now, I'm not a coffee drinker, mind you, but that's what I think. Tee hee (for what it's worth) 

We have taken care of the social niceties, so let's get to the business at hand, shall we? Let's see; we left off yesterday with Gina being seated beside Momma in front of the kitchen stove.

Gina always liked the warm toasty feeling that she got from the open gas flame that their cook stove had. She could feel the caressing warmth plus enjoy the mesmerizing dart of the yellow, blue and orange flames. Those flames were a thinker's paradise... But not today! Gina was still very mindful of her friend telling her just last week that there was no such thing as Santa Claus and of Momma verifying the fact. (She still had not gotten over that!)  And now, here Momma was saying that there was something better than magic beanstalks and that it was real! When Gina had been told about Santa Claus last week, she had made up her mind that she never would believe another thing, not until she saw it for herself! Such was Gina's thinking when Momma said, "It's Jesus, baby."
 “Jesus…!” pondered Gina. Gina knew who Jesus was because she had been hearing about Him since she was knee-high. She knew about Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus. She knew about how wicked King Herod had tried to kill Him. She knew that He was GOD’s son. She knew that He was the reason that we had Christmas. She had just found out that Santa Claus was not real and now to be told that Jesus was not just a story that happened long ago, that  He was still very much alive in heaven and that He listened to people down here on the earth through their prayers and that all people  had to do was ask Him and He would make it happen, was a lot to believe. She looked at Momma  and said, “Mom-muh-h?”
“What baby?”
“You mean if I ask Jesus to give me a new coat and some new shoes and socks, He’ll do it?” Her Momma said, “Yes, He will, Gina.”
“You through talking to me now Momma?”
“Yes Momma’s through,” said Momma.
Gina hopped up and started off into the other room before she remembered that she had not put her chair back under the kitchen table. She skipped back into the kitchen and pushed the chair back under the table. Then she skipped past Momma, paused and said, “I'm gonna go talk to Jesus and I'm gonna ask Him to make my Daddy come back home so you won't have to cry no mo and we can have a white stove like Phillestine nem (happy child fast talk for, “them”) have." She skipped on out of the room, but not before she saw the surprised look of happy  wonder and shock that was on Momma’s face. Gina liked it when she could do something that made Momma smile.
Gina went to the bedroom that she shared with her Momma and she talked to Jesus. She told Him how she knew all about Him but that she did not know that she could ask Him for things and that He would give them. She apologized for not talking to Him sooner. She told Him that all she thought she was supposed to do was, “Be a good girl and say her prayers at night and her Bible verse before she ate.” She thanked Him for listening and then she was off to the kitchen to share her wonderful secret with Momma!

When she came into the kitchen, for once she was not skipping. She sidled up to Momma and said, “Mom-mmuh? I prayed to Jesus and you know what I asked Him to do?”

Momma looked wary and said, “Naw, I don't know what you asked Him to do.” "I asked Him to send my Daddy back home!”

Momma looked at Gina like she didn't know who this little girl was. Momma remembered to close her mouth from the shock and then remembered to say, “Now, Gina. Everything you ask, He doesn’t do. It has to be according to His will.”

Gina just looked at Momma and meekly said, “Yes Ma’am.” But when she got back to the bedroom she said to herself, “If He really wants people to pray to Him, He will do it. If He doesn't, then I'll know that He does not listen to things we ask Him for anyway. Ima see if I get my new shoes and socks and a coat and if we get a new white stove and if my Daddy comes back home. Ima see!”


So, dear blog reader of mine, I have introduced you more deeply to another, of what I hope will become a hard to forget, character of mine. She is a feisty little dear heart isn't she? We will see, as we go through our blogging sessions on faith, just what little trusting hearted Gina surmises as she begins her walk of faith. It is my hope that  Gina, as she has the building blocks of her foundation of faith laid, will help some one else along as they make their own journey of discovery in pursuing an intimate walk of faith with Jesus. It is my further hope that this blog has been interspersed with enough tender, juicy, succulent morsels of faith that go down so well that they help to build, nourish and sustain your own framework of faith.
Be blessed!

Doing What I Can, While I Can
Alma Jones



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