The Caregiver

The Caregiver “Stop baby girl”, cried my daddy be careful lest you get yourself hurt and more often than not foolish words I would utter and spew forth out of my mouth in one big blurt. As a child, I saw into the heart of this daddy caregiver when he had to paddle me with an otherwise gentle hand, and I would see the tears that would well up in his eyes when afterwards I was told to stand. And momma would warn, choose your friends and close associates wisely it was the lesson all of us would nightly be taught, Lest you learn their ways only to find your feet in the same snare will certainly be caught. Oh, yes, you try your wings out to see if you can fly before your chosen time, only to learn hard lessons were to be gained which brought you absolutely no peace of mind. During our formative years these same parents with some old and new teachers would bring wise teachings into our sheltered life, trying to help and spare you from hurts they had had that caused them much pain and dreadful strife. For we have a Caregiver Whose watchful eyes will always and ever see, and such loving arms have then and ever were always tenderly hold up you and me. For you see a caregiver now and then has to take a strong stand not giving in to his charge’s will, knowing it is for their good and not evil if they will not run from the correction but obey and stand still. And, then one day it seems we see the full picture and reason for it all, for our God is our Ultimate Caregiver Who gave Himself to and for us only once but totally now and for all. Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings December 2011