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Being A Parent
If you have never been hated by your child,
you have never been a parent.
If you have never been hated by your child,
you have never been a parent.
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Cherokee Legend
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of
passage?
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and
leaves him alone.
He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not
remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine
through it.
He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the
night, he is a MAN.
He cannot tell the other boys of this experience because each
lad must come into manhood on his own.
The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of
noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even
some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and
earth and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never
removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could
become a man!
Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he
removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his
father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch
the entire night, protecting his son from harm.
We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, our
Heavenly Father is watching over us, sitting on the stump
beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out
to Him.
~Author Unknown~
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of
passage?
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and
leaves him alone.
He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not
remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine
through it.
He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the
night, he is a MAN.
He cannot tell the other boys of this experience because each
lad must come into manhood on his own.
The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of
noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even
some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and
earth and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never
removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could
become a man!
Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he
removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his
father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch
the entire night, protecting his son from harm.
We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, our
Heavenly Father is watching over us, sitting on the stump
beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out
to Him.
~Author Unknown~
Lost Love
We had been goin' out for about two months. I still remember
the first time I met her.
It was at a stormy football game. She was tryin' to get out of
the rain and she was soaked. We both wound up standing beside
each other under the bleachers.
We started in conversation and I found we were both 14. I was
surprised to meet someone this beautiful my age.
We stayed in touch for quite a while and went out on a few
dates. In all of my relationships, I have never found someone
who wouldn't treat me like dirt or use me to get back at an old
boyfriend.
I swore to her that when the time came, we would run off
together and get married. Of course, I don't know why we had to
run off, her dad and mom absolutely adored me.
Anyway, I gave her my senior ring as a promise.
But little did I know things would turn around.
We were drivin' home one night in my truck. We were headed home
from a party where I know a lot of the guys had more than enough
drinks. The road was slick from a recent thunderstorm that had
just passed by. We were talkin' and I took my eyes off the road
for just a brief second. All of a sudden, a car came out of
nowhere. Their headlights just seemed to come right for us.
All I remember after that was hearin' tires squeal, her scream,
and the sound of glass breaking and metal twisting.
The next thing I remember was sittin' in a funeral home with my
family members and hers. I over heard something about a drunk
driver hit us. And bein' in a funeral home, I thought the
worst. Is she dead?
I couldn't bear the thought of bein' without her. But she came
walkin' through the doors just at that moment. I was so
relieved! I ran up to hug her but she just seemed to walk right
through me.
I turned around and she headed for a back room. When she came
out, her eyes were filled with tears.
I blacked out, and when I came to, we were at a gravesite.
I saw my girlfriend again. As I walked up to talk to her, she
walked right by me.
She headed toward the casket. I saw her take my senior ring off
the necklace I got her for her birthday. She set the ring and
the necklace into the casket. Then she started to cry again.
Everything finally came clear to me, and I walked over to the
box of pine, peered in. Sure enough, it was me, lyin' in that
ol' pine box.
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This story goes out to those who have lost loved ones to the
effects of drunk driving.
Please, save a life. Don't drink and drive.
~Author Unknown~
We had been goin' out for about two months. I still remember
the first time I met her.
It was at a stormy football game. She was tryin' to get out of
the rain and she was soaked. We both wound up standing beside
each other under the bleachers.
We started in conversation and I found we were both 14. I was
surprised to meet someone this beautiful my age.
We stayed in touch for quite a while and went out on a few
dates. In all of my relationships, I have never found someone
who wouldn't treat me like dirt or use me to get back at an old
boyfriend.
I swore to her that when the time came, we would run off
together and get married. Of course, I don't know why we had to
run off, her dad and mom absolutely adored me.
Anyway, I gave her my senior ring as a promise.
But little did I know things would turn around.
We were drivin' home one night in my truck. We were headed home
from a party where I know a lot of the guys had more than enough
drinks. The road was slick from a recent thunderstorm that had
just passed by. We were talkin' and I took my eyes off the road
for just a brief second. All of a sudden, a car came out of
nowhere. Their headlights just seemed to come right for us.
All I remember after that was hearin' tires squeal, her scream,
and the sound of glass breaking and metal twisting.
The next thing I remember was sittin' in a funeral home with my
family members and hers. I over heard something about a drunk
driver hit us. And bein' in a funeral home, I thought the
worst. Is she dead?
I couldn't bear the thought of bein' without her. But she came
walkin' through the doors just at that moment. I was so
relieved! I ran up to hug her but she just seemed to walk right
through me.
I turned around and she headed for a back room. When she came
out, her eyes were filled with tears.
I blacked out, and when I came to, we were at a gravesite.
I saw my girlfriend again. As I walked up to talk to her, she
walked right by me.
She headed toward the casket. I saw her take my senior ring off
the necklace I got her for her birthday. She set the ring and
the necklace into the casket. Then she started to cry again.
Everything finally came clear to me, and I walked over to the
box of pine, peered in. Sure enough, it was me, lyin' in that
ol' pine box.
========================
This story goes out to those who have lost loved ones to the
effects of drunk driving.
Please, save a life. Don't drink and drive.
~Author Unknown~
Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was
blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the
table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped
the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do
something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled
milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in thecorner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed
dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served
in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a
tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had
for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood
scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for
you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up."
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears
started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both
knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him
back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every
meal with the family.
And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer
when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was
blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the
table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped
the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do
something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled
milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in thecorner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed
dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served
in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a
tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had
for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood
scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for
you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up."
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears
started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both
knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him
back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every
meal with the family.
And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer
when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
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Dust If You Must
How many countless hours have I spent cleaning? I used to spend
at least 8 to 12 hours every weekend making sure things were
just perfect, "in case someone came over." Then one day I
realized that no one came over; they were all out living life,
having fun!
Now, when people visit, I find no need to explain the
"condition" of my home; they are more interested in hearing
about the things I've been doing while I was away living life
and enjoying it!
If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice:
Life is short - enjoy it while you can!
And people don't care if your house is spotless just as long as
they're welcome.
Dust if you must but wouldn't it be better,
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.
Remember, a house becomes a home when you can write "I love you"
on the furniture!
~Author Unknown~
How many countless hours have I spent cleaning? I used to spend
at least 8 to 12 hours every weekend making sure things were
just perfect, "in case someone came over." Then one day I
realized that no one came over; they were all out living life,
having fun!
Now, when people visit, I find no need to explain the
"condition" of my home; they are more interested in hearing
about the things I've been doing while I was away living life
and enjoying it!
If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice:
Life is short - enjoy it while you can!
And people don't care if your house is spotless just as long as
they're welcome.
Dust if you must but wouldn't it be better,
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.
Remember, a house becomes a home when you can write "I love you"
on the furniture!
~Author Unknown~
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Praying for rain
It is my personal observation that the keys to living a happy and
fulfilling life don't have to be learnt as we grow up. They were simply
"unlearnt" as we grew up.
All we needed to find peace and joy in life we possessed as children.
But as we grew up, the increasing demands, prejudices, and social
conditioning of this world robbed us of our natural aptitude for
living.
Things like faith, unconditional love, the enjoyment of simple things,
an innocent playfulness - these things are gradually eroded from our
consciousness until finally we lose sight of them forever. This is
called adulthood.
In these days of life-altering sciences, mindless idolatry, dizzying
technology, and soulless media, children are in increasing danger of
losing their natural zest for life, love, and hope at an earlier age.
It has become more imperative than ever to ensure that children are
allowed to develop their inherent faith and love for innocence and
nature. At the same time, we should constantly and consciously strive
to learn from children, the things that make their lives carefree and
happy. The things we have simply forgotten.
A story by Laverne W. Hall tells of a town ravaged by a severe drought?
The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay
wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched
the sky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain
came.
The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the
town square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring
on object of faith for inspiration.
At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en
masse, filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The
ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in
prayerful hands ... holy books, crosses, rosaries.
When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to
fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high
in gratitude and praise. From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol
seemed to overshadow all the others.
A small nine-year old child had brought an umbrella.
Children know that happiness, faith, and love are not to be found in
objects like money, crucifixes, and expensive presents.
The amazingly simple and absolutely profound things that children are
capable of are easily observable, if only you allow yourself to see
them.
Story by Laverne W. Hall
It is my personal observation that the keys to living a happy and
fulfilling life don't have to be learnt as we grow up. They were simply
"unlearnt" as we grew up.
All we needed to find peace and joy in life we possessed as children.
But as we grew up, the increasing demands, prejudices, and social
conditioning of this world robbed us of our natural aptitude for
living.
Things like faith, unconditional love, the enjoyment of simple things,
an innocent playfulness - these things are gradually eroded from our
consciousness until finally we lose sight of them forever. This is
called adulthood.
In these days of life-altering sciences, mindless idolatry, dizzying
technology, and soulless media, children are in increasing danger of
losing their natural zest for life, love, and hope at an earlier age.
It has become more imperative than ever to ensure that children are
allowed to develop their inherent faith and love for innocence and
nature. At the same time, we should constantly and consciously strive
to learn from children, the things that make their lives carefree and
happy. The things we have simply forgotten.
A story by Laverne W. Hall tells of a town ravaged by a severe drought?
The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay
wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched
the sky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain
came.
The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the
town square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring
on object of faith for inspiration.
At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en
masse, filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The
ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in
prayerful hands ... holy books, crosses, rosaries.
When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to
fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high
in gratitude and praise. From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol
seemed to overshadow all the others.
A small nine-year old child had brought an umbrella.
Children know that happiness, faith, and love are not to be found in
objects like money, crucifixes, and expensive presents.
The amazingly simple and absolutely profound things that children are
capable of are easily observable, if only you allow yourself to see
them.
Story by Laverne W. Hall
It is my personal observation that the keys to living a happy and
fulfilling life don't have to be learnt as we grow up. They were simply
"unlearnt" as we grew up.
All we needed to find peace and joy in life we possessed as children.
But as we grew up, the increasing demands, prejudices, and social
conditioning of this world robbed us of our natural aptitude for
living.
Things like faith, unconditional love, the enjoyment of simple things,
an innocent playfulness - these things are gradually eroded from our
consciousness until finally we lose sight of them forever. This is
called adulthood.
In these days of life-altering sciences, mindless idolatry, dizzying
technology, and soulless media, children are in increasing danger of
losing their natural zest for life, love, and hope at an earlier age.
It has become more imperative than ever to ensure that children are
allowed to develop their inherent faith and love for innocence and
nature. At the same time, we should constantly and consciously strive
to learn from children, the things that make their lives carefree and
happy. The things we have simply forgotten.
A story by Laverne W. Hall tells of a town ravaged by a severe drought?
The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay
wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched
the sky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain
came.
The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the
town square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring
on object of faith for inspiration.
At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en
masse, filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The
ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in
prayerful hands ... holy books, crosses, rosaries.
When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to
fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high
in gratitude and praise. From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol
seemed to overshadow all the others.
A small nine-year old child had brought an umbrella.
Children know that happiness, faith, and love are not to be found in
objects like money, crucifixes, and expensive presents.
The amazingly simple and absolutely profound things that children are
capable of are easily observable, if only you allow yourself to see
them.
Story by Laverne W. Hall
It is my personal observation that the keys to living a happy and
fulfilling life don't have to be learnt as we grow up. They were simply
"unlearnt" as we grew up.
All we needed to find peace and joy in life we possessed as children.
But as we grew up, the increasing demands, prejudices, and social
conditioning of this world robbed us of our natural aptitude for
living.
Things like faith, unconditional love, the enjoyment of simple things,
an innocent playfulness - these things are gradually eroded from our
consciousness until finally we lose sight of them forever. This is
called adulthood.
In these days of life-altering sciences, mindless idolatry, dizzying
technology, and soulless media, children are in increasing danger of
losing their natural zest for life, love, and hope at an earlier age.
It has become more imperative than ever to ensure that children are
allowed to develop their inherent faith and love for innocence and
nature. At the same time, we should constantly and consciously strive
to learn from children, the things that make their lives carefree and
happy. The things we have simply forgotten.
A story by Laverne W. Hall tells of a town ravaged by a severe drought?
The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay
wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched
the sky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain
came.
The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the
town square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring
on object of faith for inspiration.
At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en
masse, filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The
ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in
prayerful hands ... holy books, crosses, rosaries.
When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to
fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high
in gratitude and praise. From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol
seemed to overshadow all the others.
A small nine-year old child had brought an umbrella.
Children know that happiness, faith, and love are not to be found in
objects like money, crucifixes, and expensive presents.
The amazingly simple and absolutely profound things that children are
capable of are easily observable, if only you allow yourself to see
them.
Story by Laverne W. Hall
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Your Real Problem
Your problem is not
that someone said some stuff that made you mad.
Your problem is
that you got mad at some stuff someone said.
~Nathaniel Bronner Jr. from the sermon, “The Battles Within”~
Your problem is not
that someone said some stuff that made you mad.
Your problem is
that you got mad at some stuff someone said.
~Nathaniel Bronner Jr. from the sermon, “The Battles Within”~
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The Tight Halo
A man walked into a doctor's office and said, "Doctor, I have this awful headache that never leaves me.
Could you give me something for it?"
"I will." said the doctor. "But I want to check a few things out first.
Tell me, do you drink a lot of liquor?"
"Liquor?" said the man indignantly, "I never touch the filthy stuff."
"How about smoking?"
"I think smoking is disgusting. I've never in my life touched tobacco."
"I'm a bit embarrassed to ask this, but...you know the way some men are....
do you do any running around at night?"
"Of course not. What do you take me for? I'm in bed every night by ten o'clock at the latest."
"Tell me," asked the doctor, "this pain in the head you speak of, is it sharp, shooting kind of pain?"
"Yes." said the man. "That's it - a sharp shooting kind of pain."
"Simple, my dear fellow! Your trouble is you have your halo on too tight.
All we need to do for you, is loosen it a bit."
The trouble with your ideals is that,
if you live up to all of them,
you become impossible to live with.
A man walked into a doctor's office and said, "Doctor, I have this awful headache that never leaves me.
Could you give me something for it?"
"I will." said the doctor. "But I want to check a few things out first.
Tell me, do you drink a lot of liquor?"
"Liquor?" said the man indignantly, "I never touch the filthy stuff."
"How about smoking?"
"I think smoking is disgusting. I've never in my life touched tobacco."
"I'm a bit embarrassed to ask this, but...you know the way some men are....
do you do any running around at night?"
"Of course not. What do you take me for? I'm in bed every night by ten o'clock at the latest."
"Tell me," asked the doctor, "this pain in the head you speak of, is it sharp, shooting kind of pain?"
"Yes." said the man. "That's it - a sharp shooting kind of pain."
"Simple, my dear fellow! Your trouble is you have your halo on too tight.
All we need to do for you, is loosen it a bit."
The trouble with your ideals is that,
if you live up to all of them,
you become impossible to live with.
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A passenger was completely lost between the decks of a great Atlantic liner.
He finally ran into a steward and asked for help in finding his cabin.
"What was the number of your cabin, sir?" asked the steward
"I couldn't tell you, but I'd known it at once, because it had a lighthouse outside the porthole."
Perspectives have a way of changing
He finally ran into a steward and asked for help in finding his cabin.
"What was the number of your cabin, sir?" asked the steward
"I couldn't tell you, but I'd known it at once, because it had a lighthouse outside the porthole."
Perspectives have a way of changing
babylon.....don mcClean.
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