You are a stunning masterpiece!
When I was young
growing up here in Florida, I was the youngest of four children. Throughout the
years, I really never thought much, about what that might mean; it was
experiential! My brother was the oldest and I had two older sisters; I was the
baby!
Over the years, I did
get a lot of teasing as well as blame from my older siblings. I think all of
this is pretty normal; at least from what I’ve observed in most families.
There were several titles
that were bestowed on me by my siblings, and one most appropriate for sharing
now was, ‘Goodie, Two Shoes!’ I have no
idea where that expression came from; I just know I heard it often, and even
into my adult years. My sisters particularly liked to think that I got everything
that I wanted; of course, I didn’t and I never saw it that way. I do remember
thinking that they were getting into trouble a lot and I’d try to prevent it
somehow! As the youngest, I was often the only one of the children at home, hearing
many of the discussions between my parents and my siblings. Also, I witnessed many goings on, including
things my parents never knew, like wild parties. Some stories are not too
pleasant and will go untold.
With many stories to share,
only one involves the photos that Mom and Dad took of us kids. There were so
many photos that Mom decided to organize them. She got a scrapbook to put them
into and I offered to help by writing the captions after the photos were
secured. I like to do crafts and I had pretty good penmanship too. Mom selected
an album/scrapbook with black paper and she bought a pen with white ink; which
I thought was pretty neat looking. I began to fill the album up for her with
captions on each one. I did notice that there weren’t any photos of me, but I
had not gone through the stacks of photos yet. Time passed and I never did get
that scrapbook completely finished, but I put a good dent in the stacks of
photos; and never discovering photos of me.
There sure were lots
of my brother and my oldest sister and less and less of us younger ones. Over the years that followed, the photos were
strangely missing, a few at a time. Mom would complain about it and say
something to them and that was futile. When visiting the home of my sisters, I
saw different photos, framed in a variety of ways, with groupings sitting
around, quite nicely too.
The only one of me
that I remember, I was in my pajamas and robe, sitting on the floor at
Christmas time, playing a game. I really don’t know where that one ended up. The
only photo that I do have, was one taken by a professional photographer, but it
was of the four of us, shown here. Aren't we a bunch of cuties and truly lovable too!
The Cooper Siblings:
Glen Jr., Pamela, Jacqueline, and Deborah 'Me'
Still, I do not have any of me alone or playing with my
siblings or sitting with my dad or mom.
Everyone else had
photos, with different poses, like described here, but not me. When I reached
my teenage years, I thought it was because of my looks. My oldest sister
particularly was always feminine, kind of prissy and had the tiniest waste and
the kind of shape that the modeling companies look for. And she often had
boyfriends. I was a little more big boned and I never felt like I belonged.
When Mom passed away,
some 26 years after Dad, everyone began going through the drawer full of photos,
once again. Well this time, Mom was not there and I had full rein to go
searching along with everyone else! I was so excited when I discovered one that
must be me! Nope! Time and time again, my sisters gently removed and sometimes
snatched the photo from my hand, and they’d say, “That’s not you,
that’s…..!
Like many of us, the
effect of rejection was one of my deep wounds at that time of my life and this
was not helping! Years have passed since this and other incidents in my life. I
have forgiven and been forgiven and enjoyed the transformation of a renewed
life; His grace is sufficient through the process! Father is always a loving
Father to us and being His little girl comes with much delight!
So last year at a
Father Heart gathering that I attended, Father spoke to my heart and said,
“It’s not that they didn’t want you, Deborah, you were another girl!” He is so
very tender and sweet with us. The way in which He spoke that to me was exactly
that! I love the way He loves us and so gentle with us! I was not even thinking about this whole
matter with my sisters and my parents; and as far as I know, I was not hurt any
longer. He is so personal with us and continues to heal places that we are not
aware exists and makes all things new; completing what He starts!
Just recently, which
happened to be about a year later, I was at another Father Heart gathering,
this time a week long school. Some friends, along with my husband and I had
been to the church service that preceded the school and joined others at a
picnic. Then we decided we would go to a park, along the river. There were
swing sets, monkey bars, and other fun things that are found at a playground.
I spoke with some of
the children, as they played and I got on some of the equipment myself, I spoke
to some parents and gave them Father’s
Love Letters. Then Bill took a
picture of us at the swing set. Later, when viewing the picture that we posted
on Facebook, we noticed a little blonde headed girl, off to the side; she was
staring at us on the swing. We pondered
what she might have been thinking as well as where she came from; not one of us
remember seeing her and I had spoken to all the children there at the park.
Later that week, as one of the team was sharing, at the
school, that picture appeared in my mind, the one that Bill had taken of us at
the swing; but this time, it was as if the little girl was the only one in the
picture. As I seemed to be zooming in on
this little blonde, I heard, “Do you see her? There you are Deborah, there you
are.” There was a pause and then I heard, “I have many pictures framed of you!”
It was as if no one was present, though the
room was filled with people, listening to the one sharing at that session. For me, it was just me and my dad, an
incredibly wonderful moment…I giggled like a little girl, and tears began to
pour down my cheeks. Tears of joy and
the laughter continued. In fact, for over an hour, I giggled all the more as
tears flowed! I went outside to turn on my phone, as I continued to giggle and
cry. Bill went looking for me, as it was
lunch time and he and others were asking where I was. As I stood outside, in
the courtyard, I pulled up Facebook, where I had shared the picture and this
time I looked only at the little girl!
One of my friends had
made a comment, below the picture, for which I had replied earlier in the day;
but this time I shared my experience, as best I could. I continued to giggle
like a little girl and when I was able to do so, I went back inside, pondering
what had taken place.
Several more days
passed, the Father Heart School ended and we were now packing up to load our
truck with all the throws and pillows we had brought for the soaking sessions.
One of the young women, who we have gotten to know through our Father Heart
Classes, came to help us and as we were doing so, she asked me about the
picture that I had posted. She told me
that the little girl in the picture, who she thought was our granddaughter, had
some remarkably, powerful genes because we looked so much alike! Wow! She was not aware of the encounter I had, previously in the week.
So what do you think? I'm thinking Father placed this little girl in this picture, just because He loves me and He is healing the deepest part of me. Since He is the Master Gardener, I think I will just enJOY the journey even more. Father loves surprises.
And, I am looking more like Him every day. He simply wants us to receive the love we were meant to enJOY and grow as sons and daughters in Him, being little to a great big God!
And, I am looking more like Him every day. He simply wants us to receive the love we were meant to enJOY and grow as sons and daughters in Him, being little to a great big God!
Father loves me and
He loves you and He is fulfilling every precious promise! He longs for us all to
come home, to be intimate with Him and receive even more outrageous love,
become love and share love with the world around us!
Our loving Father is
interested in every detail of our lives and He is faithful to complete the good
work He began in us. Oh how precious is the love Father lavishes upon us every
day, through Holy Spirit! Father never
leaves us nor forsakes us…He is forever faithful and loves us with an
everlasting love!
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