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Precious

Because you are precious in My sight and honored, and I love you, I will give people in exchange for you and nations instead of your life.

Isaiah 43:4 (HCSB)5cd4d1108fa0dc4a220d8f48482c6ccc

Precious is not a word that we use often and it seems to be more suitable for some things rather than others. It also has regional connotations—just ask Mark and Beth Moore; Precious — This term is used by Southern ladies to pay a high compliment such as, “She looks just precious in her new rodeo outfit.” Precious is often used interchangeably with darlin’ and lovely, however beware when Southern ladies call someone or something “nice” or “cute” as these terms are usually only used to appear complimentary when they’re actually being tacky.

My grandgirlies are precious to me. Certain stones are called precious stones because of their value. Adorable animals often warrant such praise. Occasionally, a family heirloom might be considered precious due to its worth and age.

I had a stormy relationship with my father over the years. He was strict and had high expectations. He was not given to praise or verbal expressions of love, something I desired. My mother died several years ago and as only God could plan, Dad became dependent on me in his last days. I think it was a surprise to both of us as we came to appreciate each other.

Little did I know that he only had a couple of days left on this earth when we decided to make a quick trip home to check on things. As I leaned over his bed, he looked up at me and said, “You are so precious to me.” What a gift! Nothing else needed to be said.

God is saying the same thing about you and me every day of our lives. He will do whatever is necessary to show us His love. We are precious in His eyes. Unearned, freely given. What a gift!

When you look in your mirror, remember that you are a daughter of the Most High God, precious in His sight.

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Rise Up, O Men

This is my command—be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

Joshua 1:9 (NLT)

The strains of the opening choral hymn, sung by the men, echo in my mind:

Rise up O men of God,
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and soul and mind and strength,
To serve the King of Kings,
To serve the King of Kings.

Lift high the Cross of Christ,
Tread where His feet have trod,
As brothers of the Son of Man,
Rise up O men of God,
Rise up O men of God.

Rise up O men of God,
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and soul and mind and strength,
To serve the King of Kings,
To serve the King of Kings.

It’s Father’s Day. The special music, the sermon, and the scripture reading were all designed to remember and give honor to Dad. But I watched in awe when our pastor called the men to the altar and they all kneeled and prayed in obedience to 2 Chronicles 7:14. I look forward to this tradition each year because it is holy moment to watch this sea of men rededicate themselves to leadership and love before God Almighty.

With great passion, the pastor challenged men to have the strength and courage that God promised to Joshua—with their wives and families, in the workplace, in their leisure time, and how they spend their money. “In the end,” he said, “You can’t attach a UHaul behind a hearse.” The difference in purpose and attitude must be intentional.

I pray for my son and son-in-law to have that kind of strength and courage. In today’s world, permeated by fear and worry, stress and anxiety, a man’s priorities are so easily twisted just to survive. But the hours spent showing love to a wife gives security to children more than any other way. Boys learn how to be men watching their dad. And little girls know love and acceptance in the security and words of one man above all others—Dad.

My dad is spending Father’s Day in heaven this year. Shopping for cards was a little weird when I realized that I didn’t need to buy one for him. Even harder is realizing that there is no one to call today that answers to “Hi, Dad.”

My dad was not the most verbally expressive of his feelings; he was of that generation. Yet, as the years passed, especially after Mom died, he began to be more and more vocal. As he lay dying, one of the last things he said to me was, “You are so precious to me.” He was almost ninety and I’m sixty-five but I felt like a little girl of six, so happy to hear my daddy’s words.

Jesus says the same thing—you are so precious to me. We can live each day knowing that our Abba or Daddy is right there to love us, encourage us, lead us on our particular path, and never leave us.

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