Growing up I lived in a small Central N.Y. State neighborhood, out in the country. On pretty days 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 street, 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 were looking for some one; we just yelled out their name, trying to locate them! 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 television rerun of a Lassie show, I had the surprise of hearing 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 it is alright to leave a little 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!
With God all things are possible! Published articles in Mature Living Magazine, Secret Place, Daily Devotionals for the Deaf, Light from the Word Daily Devotional. Available now in book store: FORGET-ME-NOT DAILY DEVOTIONAL http:/ebooks.faithwriters.com/ebook-details.php?id=520