The Gift..... ♪ A Quiet Place ♪
A woman who was travelling in the mountains
found a precious stone in a stream.
found a precious stone in a stream.
The traveller left rejoicing in his good fortune.
He knew the stone was worth enough to bring him security for a lifetime. But, it wasn't long before he returned. Downcast and exhausted, he said to her.. " I thought this precious stone would grant me happiness, but I could not find what I really seek..... |
She carried it for many a year.... One day she met a traveller who was hungry,
she opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveller saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. "The stone may have value,
but can I give it back in the hope that you may give me something more precious. I need you to give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me this stone." |
It is not the wealth you have - (though helpful it may be)
but the ever lasting you posses - that others seek and need.
~Unknown~
♪ Quietime In The Garden ♪
but the ever lasting you posses - that others seek and need.
~Unknown~
♪ Quietime In The Garden ♪
O Lord,
be gracious to us; we long for you. Be our strength every morning, our salvation in time of distress. The Lord is exalted, for He dwells on high; He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the Lord is the key to this treasure. Isaiah 33:2,5,6 |
The wonder of living
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A little boy wanted to meet God.
He knew it was a long trip to where God lived,
so he packed his suitcase with cookies and six bottles of his mother's lemonade
and he started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman.
She was sitting in the park staring at some pigeons.
The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase.
He was about to take a drink from his lemonade
when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a cookie.
She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.
Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again,
so he offered her a lemonade. Again, she smiled at him.
The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling,
but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave,
but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around,
ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug.
She gave him her biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later,
his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.
She asked him “What did you do today that made you so happy?”
He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added,
“You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home.
Her son too, was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked,
“Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?”
She replied, “I ate cookies in the park with God.”
However, before her son responded, she added,
“You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word,
a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring,
all of which have the potential to work a miracle of love in someone's heart.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
Embrace all equally! ~ God Bless You
He knew it was a long trip to where God lived,
so he packed his suitcase with cookies and six bottles of his mother's lemonade
and he started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman.
She was sitting in the park staring at some pigeons.
The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase.
He was about to take a drink from his lemonade
when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a cookie.
She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.
Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again,
so he offered her a lemonade. Again, she smiled at him.
The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling,
but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave,
but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around,
ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug.
She gave him her biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later,
his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.
She asked him “What did you do today that made you so happy?”
He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added,
“You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home.
Her son too, was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked,
“Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?”
She replied, “I ate cookies in the park with God.”
However, before her son responded, she added,
“You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word,
a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring,
all of which have the potential to work a miracle of love in someone's heart.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
Embrace all equally! ~ God Bless You
One young man went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the initial interview, and now would meet the director for the final interview.
The director discovered from his CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent.
He asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "no".
" Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"
"My father passed away when I was one year old,
it was my mother who paid for my school fees.” he replied.
" Where did your mother work?"
"My mother worked as clothes cleaner.”
The director requested the youth to show his hands.
The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
" Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"
"Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books.
Besides, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go home today,
go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high.
When he went back home, he asked his mother to let him clean her hands.
His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to her son.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that.
It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled,
and there were so many bruises in her hands.
Some bruises were so painful that his mother winced when he touched it.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands
that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fees.
The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his education,
his school activities and his future.
After cleaning his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, when he asked:
"Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered," I cleaned my mother's hands, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
“I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, I would not be who I am today.
By helping my mother, only now do I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done on your own.
And I have come to appreciate the importance and value of helping one’s family.
The director said, "This is what I am looking for in a manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others,
a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done,
and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life.”
“You are hired.”
This young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and worked as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
You can let your child live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch on a big screen TV.
But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters.
It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray,
same as the mother of that young person.
The most important thing is your child learns how to appreciate effort and experience
difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wants,
can develop an "entitlement mentality" will put himself first and be ignorant of his parent's efforts.
When he starts work, he then assumes that every person must listen to him,
and when he becomes a manager, he won't know the sufferings of his employees
and begin blaming others. They may be good academically,
and be successful for a while, but eventually will not feel a sense of achievement.
They will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more.
If we are protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our children instead?
He passed the initial interview, and now would meet the director for the final interview.
The director discovered from his CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent.
He asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "no".
" Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"
"My father passed away when I was one year old,
it was my mother who paid for my school fees.” he replied.
" Where did your mother work?"
"My mother worked as clothes cleaner.”
The director requested the youth to show his hands.
The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
" Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"
"Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books.
Besides, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go home today,
go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high.
When he went back home, he asked his mother to let him clean her hands.
His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to her son.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that.
It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled,
and there were so many bruises in her hands.
Some bruises were so painful that his mother winced when he touched it.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands
that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fees.
The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his education,
his school activities and his future.
After cleaning his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, when he asked:
"Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered," I cleaned my mother's hands, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
“I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, I would not be who I am today.
By helping my mother, only now do I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done on your own.
And I have come to appreciate the importance and value of helping one’s family.
The director said, "This is what I am looking for in a manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others,
a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done,
and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life.”
“You are hired.”
This young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and worked as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
You can let your child live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch on a big screen TV.
But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters.
It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray,
same as the mother of that young person.
The most important thing is your child learns how to appreciate effort and experience
difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wants,
can develop an "entitlement mentality" will put himself first and be ignorant of his parent's efforts.
When he starts work, he then assumes that every person must listen to him,
and when he becomes a manager, he won't know the sufferings of his employees
and begin blaming others. They may be good academically,
and be successful for a while, but eventually will not feel a sense of achievement.
They will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more.
If we are protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our children instead?
Me:' Dear God - Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?'
God: What do you mean?
Me: Well, I woke up late
God: Yes
Me: My car took forever to start
God: Okay
Me: At lunch-time the girl who was about to make my sandwich disappeared & I had to wait so long.
God: Huummm
Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call
God: All right
Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home ~I went to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax.
BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?
God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one
of My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that
Me (humbled): OH
GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route
that would have hit you if you were on the road.
Me: (ashamed)
God: The girl at lunch left feeling ill & I didn't want you to catch what they have,
I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.
Me (embarrassed):Okay
God: Your phone went dead bcuz the person that was calling was going to give false witness
about what you said on that call, I didn't even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me (softly): I see God
God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power
in your house tonight. I didn't think you wanted to be in the dark.
Me: I'm Sorry God
God: Don't be sorry, just learn to Trust Me.... in All things , the Good & the bad.
Me: I will trust You.
God: And don't doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.
Me: I won't God. And let me just tell you God, Thank You for Everything today.
God: You're welcome child. It was just another day being your God
and I Love looking after My Children...
God: What do you mean?
Me: Well, I woke up late
God: Yes
Me: My car took forever to start
God: Okay
Me: At lunch-time the girl who was about to make my sandwich disappeared & I had to wait so long.
God: Huummm
Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call
God: All right
Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home ~I went to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax.
BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?
God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one
of My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that
Me (humbled): OH
GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route
that would have hit you if you were on the road.
Me: (ashamed)
God: The girl at lunch left feeling ill & I didn't want you to catch what they have,
I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.
Me (embarrassed):Okay
God: Your phone went dead bcuz the person that was calling was going to give false witness
about what you said on that call, I didn't even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me (softly): I see God
God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power
in your house tonight. I didn't think you wanted to be in the dark.
Me: I'm Sorry God
God: Don't be sorry, just learn to Trust Me.... in All things , the Good & the bad.
Me: I will trust You.
God: And don't doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.
Me: I won't God. And let me just tell you God, Thank You for Everything today.
God: You're welcome child. It was just another day being your God
and I Love looking after My Children...
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THE EYES OF LOVE...
♥
A grandmother and a little girl whose face
was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.
The children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted
by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.
'You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!' a boy in
the line cried.
Embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head.
THE EYES OF LOVE...
♥
A grandmother and a little girl whose face
was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo.
The children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted
by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.
'You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!' a boy in
the line cried.
Embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head.
Her grandmother knelt down next to her.
'I love your freckles,' she said.
'Not me,' the girl replied.
'Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles,' she
said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek.
'Freckles are beautiful!'
The girl looked up. 'Really?'
'Of course,' said the grandmother.
'Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles.'
The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face.
'Wrinkles,'
she answered softly.
~Unknown~
'I love your freckles,' she said.
'Not me,' the girl replied.
'Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles,' she
said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek.
'Freckles are beautiful!'
The girl looked up. 'Really?'
'Of course,' said the grandmother.
'Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles.'
The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face.
'Wrinkles,'
she answered softly.
~Unknown~
A Breath From God
Life's a little thing! Robert Browning once wrote.
But a little thing can mean a life. Even two lives.
How well I remember.
Two years ago in down-town Denver my friend Scott,
and I saw something tiny and insignificant change the world, but no one else even seemed to notice.
It was one of those beautiful Denver days. Crystal clear, no humidity, not a cloud in the sky.
We decided to walk the ten blocks to an outdoor restaurant
rather than take the shuttle bus that runs up and down the Sixteenth Street Mall.
As we sat outside, the sun continued to beat down on us, and it became increasingly hot.
There wasn't a hint of a breeze, and heat radiated up from the tabletop.
Nothing moved, except the waiters, of course. And they didn't move very fast, either.
After lunch Scott and I started to walk back up the mall.
We both noticed a mother and her young daughter walking out of a card shop toward the street.
She was holding her daughter by the hand while reading a greeting card.
It was immediately apparent to us that she was so engrossed in the card
that she did not notice a shuttle bus moving toward her at a good clip.
She and her daughter were one step away from disaster when Scott started to yell.
He hadn't even gotten a word out when a breeze blew the card out of her hand and over her shoulder.
She spun around and grabbed at the card, nearly knocking her daughter over.
By the time she picked up the card from the ground and turned back around to cross the street,
the shuttle bus had whizzed by her.
She never even knew what almost happened.
To this day two things continue to perplex me about this event.
Where did that one spurt of wind come from to blow the card out of that young mother's hand?
There had not been a whisper of wind at lunch or during our long walk back up the mall.
Secondly, if Scott had been able to get his words out,
the young mother might have looked up at us as they continued to walk into the bus.
It was the wind that made her turn back to the card -
in the one direction that saved her life and that of her daughter.
The passing bus did not create the wind.
On the contrary, the wind came from the opposite direction.
I have no doubt it was a breath from God protecting them both.
But the awesomeness of this miracle is that she never knew.
As we continued back to work, I wondered how God often acts in our lives without our being aware.
The difference between life and death can very well be a little thing.
Miracles often blow unseen through our lives.
'In the Garden of Faith, Hope & Love"'.
Life's a little thing! Robert Browning once wrote.
But a little thing can mean a life. Even two lives.
How well I remember.
Two years ago in down-town Denver my friend Scott,
and I saw something tiny and insignificant change the world, but no one else even seemed to notice.
It was one of those beautiful Denver days. Crystal clear, no humidity, not a cloud in the sky.
We decided to walk the ten blocks to an outdoor restaurant
rather than take the shuttle bus that runs up and down the Sixteenth Street Mall.
As we sat outside, the sun continued to beat down on us, and it became increasingly hot.
There wasn't a hint of a breeze, and heat radiated up from the tabletop.
Nothing moved, except the waiters, of course. And they didn't move very fast, either.
After lunch Scott and I started to walk back up the mall.
We both noticed a mother and her young daughter walking out of a card shop toward the street.
She was holding her daughter by the hand while reading a greeting card.
It was immediately apparent to us that she was so engrossed in the card
that she did not notice a shuttle bus moving toward her at a good clip.
She and her daughter were one step away from disaster when Scott started to yell.
He hadn't even gotten a word out when a breeze blew the card out of her hand and over her shoulder.
She spun around and grabbed at the card, nearly knocking her daughter over.
By the time she picked up the card from the ground and turned back around to cross the street,
the shuttle bus had whizzed by her.
She never even knew what almost happened.
To this day two things continue to perplex me about this event.
Where did that one spurt of wind come from to blow the card out of that young mother's hand?
There had not been a whisper of wind at lunch or during our long walk back up the mall.
Secondly, if Scott had been able to get his words out,
the young mother might have looked up at us as they continued to walk into the bus.
It was the wind that made her turn back to the card -
in the one direction that saved her life and that of her daughter.
The passing bus did not create the wind.
On the contrary, the wind came from the opposite direction.
I have no doubt it was a breath from God protecting them both.
But the awesomeness of this miracle is that she never knew.
As we continued back to work, I wondered how God often acts in our lives without our being aware.
The difference between life and death can very well be a little thing.
Miracles often blow unseen through our lives.
'In the Garden of Faith, Hope & Love"'.
✿ღ ~
(¯`♥´¯).✫*
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THE PARK BENCH...
♥
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
beneath the long, straggly branches
of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
for the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young girl out of breath approached me,
all tired from play.
She stood right before me with her head tilted down
and said with great excitement,
"Look what I found!"
In her hand was a flower,
and what a pitiful sight,
with it's petals all worn,
not enough rain, or to little light.
Wanting her to take her dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating she sat next to my side
and placed the flower to her nose
and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it;
here it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it,
or she might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied,
"Just what I need."
But instead of her placing the flower in my hand,
she held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
that weed-toting girl could not see:
she was blind.
I heard my voice quiver,
tears shone like the sun as I t
hanked her for picking the very best one.
You're welcome, she smiled, and then ran off to play,
unaware of the impact she'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how she managed to see
a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did she know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from her heart,
he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child,
at last I could see the problem was not with the world;
the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.
And smiled as I watched that young girl,
another weed in her hand
about to change the life
of an unsuspecting old man.
~Unknown~
(¯`♥´¯).✫*
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THE PARK BENCH...
♥
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
beneath the long, straggly branches
of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
for the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young girl out of breath approached me,
all tired from play.
She stood right before me with her head tilted down
and said with great excitement,
"Look what I found!"
In her hand was a flower,
and what a pitiful sight,
with it's petals all worn,
not enough rain, or to little light.
Wanting her to take her dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating she sat next to my side
and placed the flower to her nose
and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it;
here it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it,
or she might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied,
"Just what I need."
But instead of her placing the flower in my hand,
she held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
that weed-toting girl could not see:
she was blind.
I heard my voice quiver,
tears shone like the sun as I t
hanked her for picking the very best one.
You're welcome, she smiled, and then ran off to play,
unaware of the impact she'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how she managed to see
a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did she know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from her heart,
he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child,
at last I could see the problem was not with the world;
the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.
And smiled as I watched that young girl,
another weed in her hand
about to change the life
of an unsuspecting old man.
~Unknown~
You know what, some of the KEEPER story-pasted below- I ponder.. coz, we don't lose what we love,
we hold them forever -
Ma will be heaven re-newed still loving and doing what she does with folks..
so I give away my need to keep
all that is temporary -
to gain the permanent world,
where Ma will have a new body and plenty more to do -
even more wonderful than here..
She wants that too..
Last week I was in the bank,
they had sent me a letter to say my savings will go to the Gov't if I don't use the account, so in I goes to add $20,
I mentioned it's for a rainy day
eg funeral,
The clerk says, 'live life now, use it for holiday and take out funeral insurance'.
I came home and said to hubby
we don't need or want an exhausting holiday to blow our lil savings, and then spend more on insurance,
how odd!
Coz we don't need to live everything now, coz we have eternity to do who knows what exciting stuff, and it will be free and safe and so much more beautiful than now..and we will be able to fly and be with all the dearest we love properly.
Now I call that a HOLIDAY..
Whereas, taking off overseas
to get more infectious diseases,
and struggle with food problems etc
and esp leaving loved ones behind,
that's not fun to me.
Heaven's gonna be the best, I will see so many folks I love that I haven't ever seen. I can't wait to sit in daisy fields and chat forever..
I shall meet you too, now won't that be something ♥
we hold them forever -
Ma will be heaven re-newed still loving and doing what she does with folks..
so I give away my need to keep
all that is temporary -
to gain the permanent world,
where Ma will have a new body and plenty more to do -
even more wonderful than here..
She wants that too..
Last week I was in the bank,
they had sent me a letter to say my savings will go to the Gov't if I don't use the account, so in I goes to add $20,
I mentioned it's for a rainy day
eg funeral,
The clerk says, 'live life now, use it for holiday and take out funeral insurance'.
I came home and said to hubby
we don't need or want an exhausting holiday to blow our lil savings, and then spend more on insurance,
how odd!
Coz we don't need to live everything now, coz we have eternity to do who knows what exciting stuff, and it will be free and safe and so much more beautiful than now..and we will be able to fly and be with all the dearest we love properly.
Now I call that a HOLIDAY..
Whereas, taking off overseas
to get more infectious diseases,
and struggle with food problems etc
and esp leaving loved ones behind,
that's not fun to me.
Heaven's gonna be the best, I will see so many folks I love that I haven't ever seen. I can't wait to sit in daisy fields and chat forever..
I shall meet you too, now won't that be something ♥
KEEPERS...
♥
I grew up in the '50s with very practical parents.
A mother, God love her,who washed aluminum foil
after she cooked in it, then reused it.
She was the original recycle queen,
before they had a name for it.
My father was happier getting old shoes
fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
Their best friends lived barely a wave away.
I can see them now, Dad in trousers,
tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress,
spade in one hand, dishtowel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things.
A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door,
the oven door, the hem in a dress.
Things we keep.
It was a way of life, the re-fixing, eating, renewing,
Waste meant affluence.
Throwing things away meant
you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night,
in the warmth of the hospital room,
I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...
never to return. So, while we have it...
it's best we love it...and care for it...
and fix it when it's broken... and heal it when it's sick.
This is true for marriage...and old cars...
and children with bad report cards...
and dogs with bad hips... and aging parents... and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it.
~Unknown~
♥
I grew up in the '50s with very practical parents.
A mother, God love her,who washed aluminum foil
after she cooked in it, then reused it.
She was the original recycle queen,
before they had a name for it.
My father was happier getting old shoes
fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
Their best friends lived barely a wave away.
I can see them now, Dad in trousers,
tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress,
spade in one hand, dishtowel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things.
A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door,
the oven door, the hem in a dress.
Things we keep.
It was a way of life, the re-fixing, eating, renewing,
Waste meant affluence.
Throwing things away meant
you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night,
in the warmth of the hospital room,
I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...
never to return. So, while we have it...
it's best we love it...and care for it...
and fix it when it's broken... and heal it when it's sick.
This is true for marriage...and old cars...
and children with bad report cards...
and dogs with bad hips... and aging parents... and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it.
~Unknown~