Devotionals, Family, Friends

Come To Me

Pam Ford Davis

Growing up, I lived in a small country neighborhood in upstate New York. In nice weather, most children would be outside playing.  Many families then were larger than now, and it did not take long to get a crowd together for games or exploring.  There were five children in our family, six across the road, twelve in the house on the corner, and a number more in our close-knit community.

We did not have the luxury of cell phones, beepers or even walkie-talkies.  When we wanted someone, we just yelled out his or her name. A McIntosh apple orchard behind our house gave children fun opportunities to climb trees, pick apples, and explore.  I remember our secret call to others, Kee-aw-kee, come to me!  

Friends or siblings would come running when that message filled the air. A few years ago, while watching an old Lassie show rerun, I heard Timmy and his neighborhood friend use the same phrase while playing together.  I guess that may be where we picked it up.  I did some quick internet searching to see if it is an Indian translation for come to me, but I did not locate my answer.  I guess I’ll settle for an unsolved mystery with my childhood memories.  When the Lord calls us, we don’t need a secret message from Him.  “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow Me (John 10:27 NAS).”  Here I come!

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