The Wooden Bowl

The Wooden Bowl

(Another stolen blog. This is just so beautiful that I wanted to share it with those of you who are reading my blog. God bless you and open your heart to the heart of others.)

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now,
a year from now.

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 the corner.
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 so 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.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.You nee d to be able to throw something back sometimes.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you
But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,
your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.

FRIENDSHIP CANDLE

NOTICE AT THE END,
THE DATE THE CANDLE WAS STARTED.
GONNA GIVE YOU GOOSE BUMPS.


I am not going to be the one who lets it die. I found it believable --
angels have walked beside me all my life--and they still do

*********************

This is to all of you who
mean something to me,
I pray for your happiness.

The Candle Of Love, Hope & Friendship


This candle was lit on the
15th of September, 1998

Someone who loves you has helped
keep it alive by sending it to you.

Don't let The Candle of Love, Hope and Friendship die

Pass It On To All Of Your Friends
and Everyone You Love!
May God richly bless you!

Stolen from the Web

'May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.'

Broken Orchids

My dear husband came into the bedroom where I was resting a few minutes ago with a great apology. He had in his hands a broken orchid blossom, the last one that was alive. He said, "I am so disappointed in what I did." He knows how much I love my flowers. I assured him that this was not a great tragedy and was not his fault. I took the blossom and showed him where the stem was dried and told him that the blossom was not getting any nourishment from the "mother" plant and it was just a matter of time that the blossom would have dropped off soon anyway.
Of course, you can see where I am going with this one! And, of course, the converse is true. Stay attached to the mother/father plant, receive nourishment and live!
Thank you, Jesus, for the nourishment that you give us as we are grafted into the Vine. Thank you for our daily bread, for new mercies every morning, for the strength that is returned through a night of restorative sleep. Thank you for wholeness and holiness!

What a Day, Glorious Day That Will Be!

I haven't "blogged" in a couple of days. Chemo Friday was pretty rough so I have laid low since then. I missed a fantastic service this morning at church. We are celebrating along with our Jewish families the Feast of Tabernacles. So this morning was Jewish music and dancing! (Watch the service at mariettachurchofgod.org Click on "Resources," then PM services (by date). My dear sister, Oleta, just visited me and brought me a souvenier from "The Holy Land Experience" in Orlando. She and I have plans to go to Israel. Our Jewish lectureer says not to plan to go in 2010 as Israel will attack Iran. Don't think I want to be there then!

This old world is so full of troubles, pain and torment. Every family that I know has been touched by cancer. I never thought it would be me, though. That's one leg of my journey for which there was no warning nor practice. If we would let ourselves we could get discouraged. But inspite of all the battles of life that we face, God is good! And one day we will see Jesus. The old song says, "It will be worth it all when we see Jesus. The trials of life so small when we see Him. One glimpse of His dear face all sorrow will erase. So bravely run the race till we see Him." This crazy world is not my home; I'm just a passin' through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.

Thank you, Lord for the promise of a home in Heaven with you!