The Portion of my Inheritance

It has been years now that the Lord has put it heavy on my heart to pray for the overlooked heroes. Having a brother and a nephew that work as EMS and fire fighters changes your prospective and you tend to look a little closer at these unsung heroes. They put their life on the line for us repeatable and my Lord has opened my heart and bid me to lift them up. I do not know who all these amazing men and women are, but the Lord knows the names of each and every last one of them.

I am always humbled when He shows me something a little bit deeper, and as it was, Martin and I was treated to a tour of the CY-FAIR Fire Station in North Houston this weekend. The tour was given by Martin’s cousin Cameron.

Cameron and his friend Lieutenant Leon gave us a hands on experience of this wonderful fire department. Allowing me to climb inside the truck and touch all the equipment was an exciting experience for me, one that I will never forget.

The inside walls were lined with photos of past and present heroes and the different rescue missions that they had gone on.

I understand that it takes a brave, courageous heart to do this job. I can not even begin to comprehend what they do day in and day out, and I am so grateful!

This was definitely one of the highlights of our weekend. Two more names and two more faces that I see when I lift them up to the Lord. Thank you so much to two amazing men that serve daily!

We were given a souvenir from our trip to the fire station. A patch as a reminder. Mine will go in my prayer journal.

God has rescued us from the power of darkness and has brought us into the kingdom of the Son whom he loves   Col. 1:13

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His mother had told me the story ahead of time. Her four year old son had told her that he loved his teacher so so much and wanted to buy her a big, big box of candy, holding his little arms high and wide to press his message home. . . . .

It was Valentines day and our kindergarten class was going to have a party at the end of our school day. Each child brought treats and Valentines to share with their class mates.

They were all so excited and when it came time to celebrate, they all sat in a circle with their treasured valentines waiting to pass them out.

But he didn’t get the valentines that he brought for the children, they were still tucked deep inside his backpack. He was the first to sit in the circle, for when I said it was time, he rushed to his backpack and grabbed the big box of valentine candy that he so eagerly wanted to gift his teacher with, and he sat still, waiting. Waiting.

And when I had made the announcement that it was time to pass out the valentines he jumped up from his spot on the floor and with small arms holding out to me the blessed gift. His face glowed with excitement, not at the treasures that were accumulating at his spot, but at the thought of giving to me this gift. He was so precious and so happy that my heart burst with joy.

I accepted his gift and oozed over the beautiful box and the sweet treats that awaited me inside.

Only then, did he go retrieve the other valentines and pass them out.

And the Lord was right all along, it is more blessed to give then to receive, and it was so evident in that gift, for his face told all and his little heart could not contain it’s joy.

And I ate every last piece of that chocolate, each piece reflecting the blessing of that truth. My joy was not in getting the gift, but in the receiving of his joy in giving me the gift.

And remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that He said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’” Acts 20:35b

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