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TWILIGHT OF LIFE PRAYER

Lord, the twilight of my life is upon me. There are truly more sunsets in my past than there are sunsets I have yet to see. Until the light of my final sunset turns to darkness, I have many questions that I prayerfully ask of you.

Have I done all the things you created me to do? Have I done any of them? Are there things I have yet to accomplish—things known only to you? Do I have talents I have not yet discovered or developed to the best of the abilities you gave me? Do I even possess the wisdom to understand your answers to such questions that I send to you each day in my prayers?

How am I to know the answers to these questions? Am I even supposed to know or is it for others to proclaim the merits of my service to you after I am gone? Will they say I served you well or will they mourn because of the many things I failed to do for you?

Lord, you have blessed me with good health and a wonderful life. You surrounded me with family and friends I hold dear. For all these many blessings, and so much more, I am grateful and give you thanks each day.

Lord, I ask that you help me understand what you would have me do in the days yet to come. I pray you help me be the person you created me to be and give me the strength to serve you completely each day in the twilight of my earthly existence.

Amen.

May your twilight of life be a blessing to you and others as you seek answers to many questions and serve God as he would have you do.

Tom Tatum – Author – 2019

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DAD’S MESSAGE TO ME 38 YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH

With Father’s Day 2018 approaching, it is natural for many of us to think about our dads. Some of us only have cherished memories of days long gone, and others are blessed to still have the opportunity to visit and/or talk to their dads on earth.

I happen to fall into the category of having fond memories of my dad from long, long ago, so I want to share a true story about a message I received last week—thirty-eight years after his death in 1980.

Before I share the story, I have a simple question. Do you believe in God-winks—those surreal situations where you experience something akin to divine intervention?

Some folks tend to brush-off such situations as mere coincidences, but if you’re a person of faith, you probably understand how special God-winks can be. I certainly do because I’ve experienced them—many times in recent years. I feel sure some of you have also had such experiences

For those who do not believe in God or God-winks, please keep reading before your close your mind completely to the possibility that God-winks may be far more than mere happenstances.

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I was twenty-seven when my father had his first heart attack and could no longer work—he was forty-nine. Unable to exert himself physically, he started tinkering with lightweight metal sheeting—copper, tin, etc. in his workshop.

After Dad’s fourth heart attack in 1980, God called him home to the big workshop in the sky. Dad was fifty-four-years young.

I struggled to understand why God called Dad home at such a young age. Dad had so much more goodness to give others. I prayed many times for God to help me understand, but all I received was silence. I soon became frustrated—one might even say angry, which severely challenged my faith. The big unanswered “WHY?” question clouded my sense of being for many years.

A few months after Dad’s funeral, my mother asked me to get rid of things in Dad’s workshop. The task proved to be more emotionally difficult than I could have ever imagined. Still in a state of numbness from Dad’s passing, I packed items in a few boxes and gave some to family and friends.

I kept a few of Dad’s tools only to have them stolen in 2005 when some “kindhearted soul” stole my truck with Dad’s tools on-board. Those tools held many memories, and every time I used one, I thought of Dad and smiled.

Now, fast-forward to 2011—the year I felt the “call” to write my first novel, If Tigers Were Angels: With God All Things Are Possible. Trust me when I say, I had never in my life had any desire to write a manuscript, let alone publish a book. However, “something” kept prodding me to write the story. I tried to ignore this strange “calling” only to find myself involuntarily pounding away on the keyboard one evening. The rest is history as new ideas kept popping into my head and I couldn’t stop writing, even though I had no idea where the story was going—something was leading my thoughts from one chapter to the next.

The result of this mysterious joint effort produced a story about a middle-aged man who received messages from God through an unlikely source—a Tiger Swallowtail butterfly. If you care to get a better understanding of the story, please go to the Amazon.com “Look inside” feature about the book.

In the last chapter of my novel, I describe an actual encounter I had with a real Tiger Swallowtail when I suffered writer’s block in the middle of writing the story. It was one of the most surreal moments in my life to that point. The book’s cover photo is the actual Tiger that appeared that day. My experience is one I hope I never forget.

In late May 2018, I started cleaning out my garage. A task long overdue, but in the process, I found a box marked Dad’s Stuff. The box had remained closed since 1980 and I had no idea what was inside. I hesitated to open the box for fear of revisiting some sad times. However, I felt compelled to open it—pushed, as if some force was urging me to break the seal.

The first item I saw in the box was a copper figure of a Tiger Swallowtail perched on a leaf (see photo). My eyes quickly swelled with moisture as I thought of Dad having made the Tiger. I wondered if Dad had received messages from a Tiger after his heart attacks. Could it be that the “call” I sensed to write my novel came from Dad? Could Dad have made the Tiger to convey a special message to me thirty-eight years later? Could Dad’s copper Tiger be a “God-wink” moment for me?

The naysayers of the world will likely say it was a silly coincidence and I’m a fool to think otherwise, but I believe that’s wrong. I have no doubts it was a special moment of divine intervention and ranks as the most surreal moment in my life. I’m feeling blessed to have discovered Dad’s special gift and understand his message of inspiration.

My only regret is it took me so long to find Dad’s gift that was literally right under my nose for years. After struggling for thirty-eight years to understand the answer to my “Why?” question about Dad’s early departure, I am finally at peace. I sincerely believe God used Dad’s copper Tiger as a messenger to tell me who guided me through the writing of my novel—it was Dad. It’s nice to know you’re still watching over me. Thank you for your guidance, wisdom, caring, and love!

Happy Father’s Day, Dad, and to all who are blessed to wear the title—FATHER.

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Blessings to all…

Tom Tatum – Author – 2018

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LIFE’S STORMS AND RAINBOWS

You or someone you know will likely suffer the wrath of storms at some point in life. I’ve experienced them—as a victim and as a witness to the struggles of others. Storms play a significant role in our lives, no matter where we are on our journey.

The storms we experience during the Christmas season tend to magnify the pain of our agony because many of the people we see scurrying about are feeling cheerful and merry, which is wonderful for them, but does little to bring happiness to us.

It’s natural during the midst of our storms that we find it hard to look on the brighter side and realize better days are to come—hopefully, sooner rather than later. However, that’s exactly what we should do because, in addition to the turbulent waters, every storm in life also brings a rainbow—a sign of good that is to come—peace.

Unfortunately, we often miss seeing the rainbow because we are temporarily too focused on the storm and continue to struggle. Most of us often ask, “Why me, Lord?” when we should really be asking, “Lord, how do You want me to use this storm to serve You.”

So, with this in mind, I want to share this RAINBOW BLESSING with each of you—family, friends, connections, and followers in hopes all your storms are small and your rainbows are bright.

RAINBOW BLESSING

May All Your…

…fears fade into courage.

…hopes blossom into reality.

…doubts turn into good results.

…efforts strengthen your faith.

…storms end with rainbows.

…deeds bring others joy.

…efforts give you peace.

…days be bright!

May God bless you and yours with rainbows during this CHRISTmas season and give you a Happy New Year!

Peace,

Tom Tatum – 2017

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THANKSGIVING MESSAGE

Thanksgiving Day 2017—blessings to all near and far. May joy and love fill your heart as you give Him thanks on this day and every day of the year…

Tom Tatum – 2017

HOPE FAITH PRAYER

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No matter what is happening in our lives…

HOPE

gives us reason to face another day.

When we add

FAITH to HOPE,

we become empowered.

When we add

PRAYER

to

HOPE and FAITH,

 

WE CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS!

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WHERE IS HEAVEN?

Out of the mouths of children…WhereIsHeaven2

What do you think? Is Billy correct?

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FINDING THE OPEN GATE

I have a five-foot-tall wooden fence around the perimeter of my backyard, which has a gate beside the house. I had been working in the yard one day and decided to take a lunch break. As I was eating, I noticed a strange dog in the backyard. Obviously, I had accidently left the gate open.

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The poor dog started running back and forth along the rear fence. As he reached each fence on the side of the yard, he leaped trying to jump over. Each attempt failed and the dog crashed into the wooden slats, then ran in the opposite direction to try again. The hurdles were simply too high, and the dog lacked the strength and knowledge to find its way to out.

I went to the open gate and began whistling and calling for the dog to come my way—the only way to find paradise. The dog would look my way, but feared me; I was not his master, so he continued trying to get out using his own methods. The dog ignored all my offers to help. I had to find other means to convince the dog I was simply trying to help him find the answer to his problem—I meant no him harm.

Gate

I walked slowly toward the dog, talking softly as I approached. As I got near, the dog ran to the front fence and repeated its efforts, achieving the same results. He ran right past the open gate and crashed into the fence each time. Although the gate was wide open, the dog failed to seize the opportunity I had graciously provided. A simple fence, combined with the lack of faith and trust in me was all that prevented the dog from reaching its goal—freedom. Well, after much coaxing and showing the way, the dog finally saw the light and ran out through the open gate.

This situation made me think about how we often view God the same way as the dog viewed me. For whatever reason, we sometimes act like that poor little dog. God calls us and shows us the way to find the path in our spiritual journey. His messages are very clear, yet we seem to ignore or not understand what He wants us to do in life. We keep trying to do things our way even though we keep crashing into the fence.

Fortunately, God never gives up on us and keeps calling for us to follow Him. He has a plan for each of us if we would only listen. Unfortunately, our fear and free will to make choices also causes us to be stubborn at times—just like the dog. PrayingHandsWhen we learn to take our fences (life-hurdles) to God in prayer, He will listen and show us the way—in His own time. If we have faith and place our trust in God and start following Him, He will lead us to and through the “open gates” in life.

 

Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.

John 14:5-7 (NIV)

Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?” Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.”

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To learn what happened to one man when God called him to follow, read my story “If Tigers Were Angels: With God, All Things Are Possible” available on Amazon or by contacting me at IfTigersWereAngels@gmail.com

 

Tom Tatum – Author – 2015

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