This is Part 6 of our study/devotional series on the book of Daniel, “An Awkward Stance.”
Good morning, peeps!
I will try to pick this back up where I left off. Let’s see how well I do. The last thing I was talking about was the importance of knowing who you are. This principle stems from what I said several blogs ago about Daniel’s choice to refuse – excuse me, “piously refuse” – to eat the king’s meat. People have said that what Daniel did was take a stand. I’ve said that, too. As a matter of fact, that is the whole reason I titled this series “An Awkward Stance“. Then God was like, “Uhn uh”. I wish He would’ve said something before I made that jpeg. Talk about awkward. It was a choice: the stand happened long before that. Long before. Note how old Daniel was at the time. Bibilical scholars have put him at age 16 when this happened. So, if the stand happened long before this sitch, when was the stand made? When he was two…or did someone before him make the stand?
Someone else did.
My mommy is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. You may “beg to differ”, but I truly do not care one bit. And I’m not talking about her outward appearance, even though the woman is BAD, with a capital B-A-D. Her skin is flawless and without someone telling you, you can’t tell that she will be 70 at the end of this month. Like I said, the sista is BAD. So, yes, her outsides are beautiful, but I’m talking about her innards. Not her intestines and gall bladder, but her heart. And not her physical h–…do I really have to explain this??
Y’all know what I’m talking about.
Back to her turning 70… We’re the type of family that does fun and crazy stuff to celebrate the milestones of our lives, and this will be no different. We’re having a small dinner with just her lineage and I thought it would be cool to present her with fun gifts that represent each decade of her life. For the first decade, she’s getting a mudpie-making kit because that is something she loved to do as a kid. Why she ate them, I have no idea. For the second decade, I thought of baby shoes because that’s when she birthed my bigheaded brother. I didn’t remember that she also had my sister and myself, too. Duh. Other than getting married to my dad, I couldn’t think of anything else that she did that was significant during her twenties…until my sister said it. “Remember, she got saved.”
Ahhh. Now there’s the stand.