|He wants you. He REALLY wants you!|
The hound sniffed out my grandmother, Lucy. I keep this certificate of her baptism on my desk. It reminds me of her reliance on faith during the darkest days of World War II when her son, my dad, was serving in the Pacific. The date reads February of 1945. The war was over within the year and my dad was discharged from the Army. He came back in body, at least; not so much in spirit. Lucy was a rock during my chaotic childhood years.
|Maybe just an old piece of paper, but precious to me.|
When I was 11 in Del City, Oklahoma, someone knocked on our door from the local Southern Baptist Church. Those were the days when you let people in, and that's just what I did. This lovely lady told me of the One who was seeking me. Someone was seeking me?...really?! Went to the local church and got baptized. No sprinkling for me....the preacher submerged me and I came up a new person. The hound has continued tracking me, even during days when I wandered far from the safety of his doghouse.
The Texan and I baptized all of our Sprouts when they were infants. The children were a gift to us, and we wanted to be sure we gave them back to the One who entrusted them to us. That determined hound has kept their scent and they are finding their own ways.
|Sprout #3's baptism day. He's getting married in September!|
The hounding never stops and guess who is seeking the grandbaby?
|Baby G with his dad|
I feel blessed. Hope you feel that way too, because of the One who will not let you go....nor rest from His seeking of you. How are you being sniffed out?
Hound-y love to all.