life=risk

"If you haven't failed, you haven't lived".

Huh. Imagine That.

Spills, like, oh I don't know, spaghetti sauce for example, clean up much easier if you clean the mess before it hardens and sticks to your counter.

Can anyone say lazy?

It's clean now but I think it will take some time for my fingers to regain their natural dexterous skills.

Family

F A M I L Y
I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,

but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow,

the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.

But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

I am all too aware that I speak more politely to strangers than I do my loved ones. May God continue to mature in me a heart of compassion (Colossians 3:12-14) and that kindness would be on my lips (Proverbs 31:26).

Diary of a Bible-Is it Yours?

I came across this today and though it can be a bit of a dramatic exaggeration, I still couldn't help but think of how often I read my Bible and how I cherish it.


So, here goes, The Diary of a Bible--Was it Yours?



January 15-Been resting quietly for a week. The first few nights after the first of this year my owner read me regularly, but he has forgotten me, I guess.

February 2-Clean up. I was dusted with other things and put back in my place.

February 12-Owner used me last night for a short time after dinner, looking up a few references. Went to Sunday School.

March 7-Clean up. I am dusted and in my old place again. I have been down in the lower hall since my trip to Sunday School.

April 12-Busy day. Owner led league meeting and had to look up references. He had an awful time finding one, though it was right there in it's place the whole time.

May 5-In Grandma's lap all afternoon. She is here on a visit. She let a tear drop fall on Colossians 2:5-7.

May 6-In Grandma's lap again this afternoon. She spent most of her time on 1 Corinthians 13 and the last four verses of the 15th chapter.

May 7, 8, 9-In Grandma's lap every afternoon now. It's a comfortable spot. Sometimes she reads me and sometimes she talks to me.

May 10-Grandma is gone. Back in the old place. She kissed me good-bye.

June 3-Had a couple four-leaved clovers stuck in me today.

July 1-Packed in a trunk with clothes and other things. Off on a vacation, I guess.

July 7-Still in the trunk.

July 10-Still in the trunk, though nearly everything else has been taken out.

July 15-Home again and in my old place. It was quite a journey, but I do not see why I went.

August1-Rather stuffy and hot. I have two magazines, a novel and an old hat on top of me. Wish they would take them off.

August 12-Clean-up. Dusted and set right again.

August 20-Used by Mary a few moments today. She was writing a friend whose brother had died, and wanted an appropriate verse.

August 31-Clean-up again.