Mama wanted a Girl – A testimony

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Written by Cliff – Angels by Grace Pub. – May 1997

“Oh Cliff, I think we’re going to have a girl. What should we call her? I really like the name Beverly Ann.”

These words captured the excitement of the expected birth as Loraine and Cliff looked forward to their second child. Six years after a Dennis the Menace boy it would be a joy to have a quiet and compliant little girl.

Their second child was born, not a girl, and so I was hastily named Beverly Clifford, after a British newscaster and my father.

The “sweet and gentle” son soon discovered that little girls are liked and desired more than boys. By the time I reached the age of three I asked my mother, “If I was a girl would you love me any more?”

In spite of a caring family with no big problems, roots of doubt…

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July 4th 2015 Celebration: How Many Birthdays Does America Have left – Ronald Reagan’s Prophetic Words on Leaving Office

Happy Birthday America. In crying out to the Lord He answered me with a call for repentance and that He hears the cries of His children. As Greg said in his article, “we need to be praying for our country and asking God to bless us once again.”

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On this eve before our country’s birthday – I’m led to think. I wish I could say it is happy thoughts and maybe my thoughts should be happy. I find myself however wondering – wondering how many more birthdays this country is even going to have left to it.

Now don’t get me wrong, there always has been and always will be some exceptional people in this United States of America – great people – ordinary people who do what needs to be done because it’s the right thing to do. These folks defend our country willing to pay the ultimate price if necessary – wear a police uniform and run into danger while everyone else runs away from it. These ordinary folks feed the homeless, go on mission trips right here in our own country like people that went to help those hit by hurricane Katrina. They respond to…

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“There is no God!”

I hear the cry of the saints as they pray and in the background I hear the roar of those who do not believe. They scream in my face, “There is no God you fool!”

Sitting on my back deck this morning looking out over my one acre back yard I hear the whistle of a bird happily communicating with his friends. The soft tingle of wind chimes mingles with a variety of bird calls. The tree leaves rustle in a breeze that brushes my cheeks.  The grass is wet with the morning dew. A tear-shaped drop of water hangs precariously off the pink pedal of a rose as the sky clears from an evening of rain. The serenity is calming, soothing, tranquil.

The whirl of tiny hummingbird wings catches my attention as it shoots past me heading for the hummingbird feeder hanging close by. It sits so delicately on the small red perch. It’s body so tiny it must weigh less than an ounce. Pressing its long narrow beak into the sweet nectar it drinks greedily. Having its fill it flits away only to return a few minutes later to once again savor another sip.

The sunrise was gorgeous. A sky filled with the golden light that only The One can create. Whispy clouds are moved aside as the sun begins to crest the horizon and shines brighter and brighter bringing in a new day. The moon has faded into the glorious dawn.

The bright red of a cardinal brightens one small edge of the bird feeder I have hanging on a shepherds hook. Its quick, sharp chirp, fills the air. A squirrel suddenly darts up the side of the Maple tree. Is it going to a nest? Is that a nut its carrying for its partner’s breakfast?  The sounds, the fresh clean air fills me. Suddenly I have another guest. “Charlie” the Chipmunk skirts up onto the deck. It sees me, stops and eyes me for a moment, then darts back to its home under the patio. Smiling, I’m reminded it’s little dish is empty of sun flower seeds.

How can any one say there is no God? How can the magnificence of just this tiny spot of land in a vast world be denied of its Creator by those whose hearts are cold? How can all of this before me be explained away by a boom?

I need to stop reading the words of hatred and denial from those who deny our Savior. The saints of God reach out in love and yet are rebuked in reply. The hatred fills the page and the vileness is screamed across the internet. They hurt my heart! They leave me crying, “Lord come. Take me from this world of hatred and denial. Take me home so that I may bask in Your glorious love. This world has turned cold and cruel. Your will Lord, not mine be done.”

The words of praise and worship softly fill my thoughts from the C. D. I have playing in the background. Honing in on the words, “You lift me up” removes those feelings of longing to leave the hatred and screams of foolishness behind.  The words of praise to our Mighty God replace the longing to scream out to those filled with hatred and anger, “How do you explain the beauty!? How do you explain the glory of what I am seeing and hearing this morning!?” Oh Lord I have no impact when my words of faith fall on deaf ears. The hatred and violence and denial of You is growing. How do I combat it?

The praise songs on the C.D. end and lifting my coffee cup the whistles of the birds, the whirl of the hummingbirds wings slowly fade as I walk back inside. I can only marvel at the beauty of creation and wonder once again, “How can anyone believe there is no God!”


Blessings to you.