He Did Not Leave Us Orphans

I snuggled closer into Great Granny Adams’ ample bosom, the smell of her body powder tickling my nose. My gaze searched the church sanctuary. So big.

Mama’s coppery hair glistened just above the piano lid.

I leaned toward Granny Kirksey, my hand swiping the polished dark wood of the pew, and wiggled to her outstretched arms. Plopping my head onto the tanned flesh of her upper arm, I stroked her soft cheek covered in fine wrinkles and she studied me right back. My Granny.

Moving down the line, crisp slip rustling, I breathed in the starchy scent of Papaw Kirksey’s Sunday white shirt and he grinned. His baby blues focused on me while Pop Adams’ deeper blue eyes twinkled and he all but snickered aloud at my antics. Oh, the men in my life.

How could I have known I had no Daddy surrounded by all this love?

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Two decades, three, and four passed. I’d live the same life as my dear ones. Two biological sons and four adopted sons and daughters would wiggle through Sunday services in my lap. Against my bosom, they’d breathe in my scent and stroke my face.  I’d glance down at each and relish their smiles or tiny hands clasped in prayers. So blessed.

Three of mine in particular delighted in having a Mama and Daddy, a family of their own. These three didn’t have the best early life offered. They lived too long without touch. Their eyes never soaked in faces that cherished them. Their ears never heard the gentle, familiar, and faithful heartbeats of those who would consistently hold them. They craved milk and food, interaction and love.

God gave them us—Randy and me.

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Jesus said in John 14:18A (Amplified Bible): “I will not leave you orphans—comfortless, desolate, bereaved, forlorn, helpless.”

Jesus left the person of the Holy Spirit with us, so we’d have a constant, interpersonal, and treasured relationship with Him until His return.  (John 14: 26) “But the Comforter (Counselor, Helper, Intercessor, Advocate, Strengthener, Standby) the Holy Spirit, Whom the Father will send in my name (In My place to represent Me and act on My behalf), He will teach you all things. And He will cause you to recall (will remind you of, and bring to remembrance) everything I have told you.

Peace I leave with you. My (own) peace I now give you and bequeath to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. (Stop allowing yourselves to be agitated and disturbed; and do not permit yourselves to be fearful and intimidated, cowardly and unsettled.)

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Snuggle up and be held. Reach deep and be filled. May the mighty river of the Holy Spirit flood you and make your plains rich, fertile ground. He did not leave us orphans.

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Listen for His Whispers

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Ann Cooper McCauley

10 Comments

  • Janee on August 3, 2015

    Thanks Ann!! So needed to read that today!

    • Ann Cooper McCauley on August 4, 2015

      Thank you for telling me, Janee! My last “talk” was on this subject. If only we could tap into all the Holy Spirit has for us!

  • Jenny Carlisle on August 3, 2015

    What a beautiful description of a loving family. Your children are so blessed!

  • Elizabeth Reed on August 5, 2015

    I love that “listen for his whispers”!

  • Dawn on August 5, 2015

    How blessed I am by your gifts of
    Your writing. God knew I would need you as my
    Precious sister in Christ! Thank you.

    • Ann Cooper McCauley on August 6, 2015

      The same goes for your friendship to me, Dawn. You are so special to me in this life. 🙂

  • DB on August 17, 2015

    Nice word picture of a “little girl in church” I remember so many things about being a little girl in church too. I think about white gloves, black patient leather shoes shined with crisco, and a nickle tied in the corner of a hanky to put in the plate.

    • Ann Cooper McCauley on August 20, 2015

      The Holy Spirit is warm, loving, comforting, and memory making just like the little girl with her protective and adoring loved ones–only more so. He is with us. 🙂 Thanks for noticing, Deborah! You’re the best.

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