This blog is dedicated to my husband, David Magee, who just turned 70. Happy Birthday to a great guy who often sticks to something even if it means swallowing a little dirt. I’m not sure why the determination this time. Maybe he wanted to show the other kids he was the real deal. Or maybe he just needed the minerals.
I love to tell the story,
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it like the rest.
I Love to tell the Story,
A. Catherine Hankey
“David and Bobbie and I used to make mud pies. Bobbie and I pretended to eat ours and then threw them over our shoulders. David ate his.”
“You guys were wimps,” David responded with a grin.
David and Gary’s friendship spans over 65 years. They remember riding tricycles and playing cowboys together. Every time we meet, we tell the same stories as if for the first time. We laugh and cry just as hard each time we hear them.
Once when we got together, our daughter, Judy, joined us. “I know a lot more about you now, Dad. I think I have enough scoop to blackmail you.”
When we get together, we tell another Story over and over. We share different experiences, but all come through the shed blood of Jesus.
My sister, Jodie, and I talk almost daily. We compare grandkid episodes—her nine grands and seven great-grands and my five grands. One of us grammar fanatics might call the other for no other reason than to share a misplaced modifier she read in the newspaper. Jodie keeps me informed on current events.
We also discuss the Old and New Covenants, Jesus’ healing ministry, predestination and free will. We compare sermon notes—taken 2200 miles apart. We may not always agree, but there’s that desire to dig in and learn more of the old, old story.
Denise rarely talks to me without sharing a word from the Word.
My 99-year-old mother lives with us. When she’s not making New Mexico enchiladas, biscuits or lemon pie, she’s usually sitting on the porch with her nose in her Bible. I can’t walk out to say good morning without her stopping me: “Listen to this. I’ve never noticed this verse before.” Or, “what do you think this means?” She’s one of those who know it best, but she’s still hungering and thirsting for more.
One of these days, we’ll celebrate in glory. We’ll talk about mud pies and Jesus’ love.
And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart, praising God and having favor with all the people. And the Lord added to the church daily such as should be saved. Acts 2:46-47
2 responses to “MUD PIES”
So precious and rare to have family members to share the intimacies of your walk with the Savior. How blessed you are. I want to be like your mom – with my nose in the Bible, always grasping the newness of the ever-breathing Word of God.
You inspire us. Thank you dear friend.