Kilt




	WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" September 18, 2002 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com ----------------------------------------------------------- By subscription only! Welcome to your latest issue of "Write 2 the Heart" ------------------------------------------------------------ *** Special Announcement* I am happy to announce that for the months of September and October, a Write 2 the Heart logo mouse pad will be sent to writers when their story is printed in our newsletter. You may receive one even if you had a story published in the past. Only one per author please. To submit your original heartwarming story, email it to: moderator@write2theheart.com ------------------------------------------------------------- It was a perfect, one of a kind find. It also reminded Debra that her heavenly father is always involved in her life. ------------------------------------------------------------- The Scottish Kilt by Debra A. Davidson ------------------------------------------------------------- It is hard to enjoy a week-end away with friends when you have left behind a Father dying of cancer. In the Australian Winter of 2000 my husband Guy andI found ourselves in the country with friends from our local church. Part of me wanted to stay back in the city close to Dad, but I knew I desperately needed a break away from the depressing picture of my sick Father. We enjoyed hearing Bellbirds at the stopover for morning tea in the mountains. The birds made an amazing ringing call in cacophony of sound in our outdoorbush cathedral. After a beautiful drive through the bush we finally made the country town and its warm motel where a whole bunch of us were staying. My heart was heavy and my mind trying to comprehend just how I should organize a funeral service for my Father. I have loved the Lord for many years now, but no one else in my large family knew Him. The challenge was in how to give Dad a loving, respectful funeral when many had been hurt by him. In all of this the Lord had led me to use a Scottish theme with the tartan colors of the Lothian-Stuart Clan. After all, Dad was born in Portree, Isle of Skye in Scotland. I know nothing of my Father's background have never met any of his family. That was all the information I had to go on. After a lovely night of good food, friends and funny stories near a warm fireplace, we all trooped off to our motel rooms for a good nights sleep. I had been asked if Guy and I were heading over to the monthly markets held over the road from our Motel. "We'll see", was my response. Who knows what the night held in store. At the markets there were long tables setup with all sorts of treasures and crafts. A table of bush honey in jars, homemade goodies etc. Guy and I meandered around and just enjoyed seeing the wares. Then, into view came some sort of Tartan material. When I got closerI could see it was a Scottish Kilt. My eyes just couldn't take in that in all of thewares spread out before us, was a Scottish Kilt. I felt drawn to it like a magnet! When I inquired of the owner whether it was a real one or just a copy she answered that it actually came from Scotland. Inquiring further I thought I would ask as to what Clan it belonged to. After a while she recalled it belonged to the Stuart clan,the very clan my father came from. Needless to say, the Kilt was bought and taken home with us. Finding the Kilt was bitter sweet, it confirmed to me that Dad did not have long to go in this life and reminded me that my Heavenly Father was deeply involved in this season of my life. On a clear day in September, the day of my Father's funeral, my 16 year old daughter walked to the front of the funeral home. In a clear and unfaltering voice she read from Ecclesiastes 3 "There is a time for everything and there is a season..", I was so proud of her dressed in her blue shirt and the Stuart Kilt which God had led me to all those months ago. In my minds eye I think Dad would have smiled down on us to see Emma in her Scottish Kilt, a perfect size 10. This story is dedicated to Lionel Keith Stuart Lothian who went to be with God on September 10, 2000 and was born again in his 87th year. Dear Dad, see you in heaven! Debra A. Davidson choosejoy @ hotkey.net.au (You are encouraged to write to the authors to let them know what you think of their story, just remember to remove the space before and after the @ symbol. The space is placed in the address to protect our writers from viruses and email harvesting programs. Have a comment on today's story? Send it to: moderator@write2theheart.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Deb lives in Brisbane, Australia with her husband of 20 years, Guy. They have two wonderful teenagers, Emma and Andrew. Deb loves to read, write, cook, garden and a million other things. Her favourite past time is reminding people to Choose Joy! She also wrote "The Quiet Place" which can be found in the archives. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Letters From Our Readers --------------------------------------------------------------- Betty's story was a great read. How many times has God intervened in our lives and we didn't know it? I'm so glad the only casualty was a key chain. Can you imagine the conviction the thief falls under each time he looks at it? Casey *** The 911 memorial site was awesome! I'm afraid I did get teary eyed and looked away time to time. The pictures were so heartbreaking. 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