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Zachsmom

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:28 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
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Suitsmefine

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:34 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Thanks Zmom, but when Lance posts another one, we need to get one of the family-econo-size boxes!!!!

Reader234

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:35 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Just thought you should know, I was inspired and took advantage of a "saturday" DD and I spent the day at the zoo!! :)

Zachsmom

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:36 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
you mean like this one?

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Sia

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:37 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Lance, you've saved up all these touching stories; thanks for sharing them with us. They do make one stop and evaluate one's life and priorities.

Suitsmefine

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:50 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Zmom , That's more like it! LOL!!! Lance, you help keep us all well grounded and thinking. Hi, Sia!!

Lancecrossfire

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 04:55 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
To my child.....
Just for the morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us to Mc Donald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside they can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day.............

Wargod

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 05:12 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
<wargod stands next to the door, handing out boxes of kleenex.>

Thanks, Lance.

Suitsmefine

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 05:25 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Lance, I'm drying up from crying soooo much....Where do you find all of these pearls of wisdom?

Grannyg

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 05:32 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Lance, that was absolutely beautiful. Thanks for sharing so much wisdom!!

Sia

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 08:33 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
It took me a while, Lance, but I found one for you:

Lessons Taught by a Child:


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 for him: peas
rolled off his spoon onto the floor; when he grasped
his glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with
the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather,"
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 scraps of wood 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 out of
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.

Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever
observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever
process the messages they absorb. If they see us
patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family
members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest
of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every
day the building blocks are being laid for the child's
future. Let's be wise builders and role models. Life
is about people connecting with people, and making a
positive difference. Take care of yourself--and those
you love--today, and everyday!

Sia

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 08:38 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
CHOICE


Michael is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is
always in a good mood and always has something
positive to say: When someone would ask him how he
was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I
would be twins!"

He was a natural motivator. If an employee was
having a bad day, Michael was there telling the
employee how to look on the positive side of the
situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day
I went up to Michael and asked him, "I don't get it!
You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do
you do it?" Michael replied, "Each morning I wake up
and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can
choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be
in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood. Each
time something bad happens, I can choose to be a
victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to
learn from it. Every time someone comes to me
complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining
or I can pointout the positive side of life. I choose
the positive side of life.

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes, it is," Michael said. "Life is all about
choices. When you cut away all the junk, every
situation is a choice. You choose how you react to
situations. You choose how people affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The
bottom line: It's your choice how you live life." I
reflected on what Michael said. Soon thereafter, I
left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We
lost touch, but I often thought about him when I
made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Michael was
involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet
from a communications tower. After 18 hours of surgery
and weeks of intensive care, Michael was released from
the hospital with rods placed in his back. I saw
Michael about six months after the accident. When I
asked him how he was, he replied. "If I were any
better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had
gone through his mind as the accident took place. "The
first thing that went through my mind was the
well-being of my pregnant wife and unborn daughter, "
Michael replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I
remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to
live or I could choose to die. I chose to live"

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I
asked.

Michael continued, "The paramedics were great. They
kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when
they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions
on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really
scared.

In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man." I knew I
needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting
questions at me," said Michael. "She asked if I was
allergic to anything. "Yes," I replied. The doctors
and nurses stopped working as they waited for my
reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, "Gravity."
Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to
live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

Michael lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors,
but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned
from him that every day we have the choice to live
fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow
will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble
of its own." Matthew 6:34


After all today is the tomorrow you worried about
yesterday.

Suitsmefine

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 08:58 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Sia, VERY GOOD ONES!!!! VERY,VERY, GOOD ONES!!THANKS!!!!

Lancecrossfire

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 09:00 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Sia, the wooden bowl is great, isn't it!? I have that one and look at it every once in awhile.

I really like the message it has concerning all ages, and what affect they can have one others. Thank you for posting it--I will get to see it more frequently, which is a good thing!

Sia

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 09:21 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I didn't know the proper title of that one, Lance. I'll label it "The Wooden Bowl" so I will know it when I want to find it again. I keep some e-mails sometimes when they really touch me. So many of them just make me CRY!! Okay, I've told my secret, Lance; you tell yours: where do you come up with your posts for this thread!

Jmm

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 09:35 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I have no problem admitting that I get many of my gems from my email - here's one we really need to think about and remember.

How Love Raises Children

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I knew that little things are special things.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer, and I believed there is a God I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight, and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked ... and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.

Lancecrossfire

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 09:41 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
excellent post Jmm. Great thoughts about the little things.

Sia

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 09:55 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Jmm, that was the next one I was thinking of posting. Isn't that a nice one? I love that!!

Sia

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 10:07 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his
3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold
wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became
infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to
put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the
little girl brought the gift to her father the next
morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but
his anger flared again when he found the box was
empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know when you
give someone a present, there's supposed to be
something inside it?!"

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her
eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty, I blew
kisses into the box, all for you, Daddy." The father
was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl,
and he begged for her forgiveness.

An accident took the life of the child only a short
time later and it is told that the man kept that gold
box by his bed for many years and whenever he was
discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and
remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been
given a golden container filled with unconditional
love and kisses from our children, friends, family or
God. There is no more precious possession anyone
could hold.

Lancecrossfire

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 10:09 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I had forgotten this one! It is excellent--the lova and innocence of a child--how priceless.

We grow up and sometimes forget so much--sigh

Grannyg

Wednesday, October 16, 2002 - 02:53 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Jmm, we have "When you thought I wasn't looking" crossed stitched and hanging in our school office. Everyone that comes in reads it and comments on how wonderful it is. We also have one similar to "The Wooden Bowl". It's done like a poster type thing. It's a little different and more on the lines of a way a child treats teachers because of the way a child see the parents treat teachers. The line the child says is "I'm practicing to be just like you!". All of these are great!! Thanks for sharing them.

Zachsmom

Wednesday, October 16, 2002 - 03:52 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
note to self..DO NOT open this thread while at work..<sniff>

Buttercup

Sunday, November 10, 2002 - 01:18 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Once upon a time a Cave lived under the ground, as caves have the habits of doing. It had spent its lifetime in darkness.

One day it heard a voice calling to it, “Come up into the light; come and see the sunshine.”

But the Cave retorted, “I don’t know what you mean. There isn’t anything but darkness.” Finally the Cave was convinced to venture forth. He was amazed to see light everywhere and not a speck of darkness anywhere. He felt oddly warm and happy.

Turnabout was fair play and so, looking up to the Sun, the Cave said, “Come with me and see the darkness.”

The Sun asked, “What is darkness?”

The Cave replied, “Come and see!”

One day the Sun accepted the invitation. As it entered the Cave it said, “Now show me the darkness.”

But there was no darkness!

So is it with our attitude. There can be no darkness if our attitude shines bright and positive.

As your day begins, remember that you take the light with you wherever you go and regardless of what may happen during your day. Only you can keep the light on or turn it off.


Buttercup

Wargod

Tuesday, November 12, 2002 - 08:41 am EditMoveDeleteIP
"God promises a safe landing, not a calm voyage."

There's two churches on the way to the kids schools. Every week I enjoy driving by them. Both churches have message boards outside. The first one always has the pastors name, the times of the services, and the topic..which is usually something like "John 3:16." The second church always has something you have to kind of giggle at...that quote up they're is this weeks. My favorites so far were "Try our Sundaes, there better than Baskin Robbins," and "Rummage sale, Tuesday, 8-12." I was half way down the street, trying to figure out what the heck the rummage sale one meant when I realized that was exactly what it meant, LOL. I've always said that if I was looking for a church, I'd go to the second one, because it seems the pastor has a sense of humor, which is important for me.

Thought I'd share..sometimes I read their message board, and start giggling and can't stop. Other times I see something that really hits me. There's so many people here who are having tough times, and that quote seemed so appropriate. It doesn't matter how big or small the problem is, if it's tough on you, it's a big problem and even if all we can do is lend an ear and a shoulder, then we'll be here.

Whit4you

Thursday, November 14, 2002 - 11:38 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
No limits

There is no limit
to the kindness you can offer.
There is no limit
to the encouragement you can give.
There is no limit
to the hope you can feel.
There is no limit
to the amount of faith you can have.
There is no limit
on how positive you can be.
There is no limit to the magnificence
of what you can create
with your thoughts and actions.
There is no limit
on the love you can give,
nor is there any limit
on the love you can experience.
The things of true value
and substance in life have no limits.
They are yours to experience
in every moment, in any circumstance,
no matter what others may say or do.
Some limits are imposed upon you
by the world in which you live.
Other limits, you impose upon yourself.
Of the things that truly matter, however,
there are no limits.
Experience them in abundance
and let them fill your life with joy.

Ralph Marston

Weenerlobo

Friday, November 15, 2002 - 05:41 am EditMoveDeleteIP
I didn't know what was in this thread when I came in and have enjoyed these uplifting thoughts so much this morning! Wow - you guys are great.

I won't even tell you the "Thought For the Day" that I was gonna add, because it just doesn't live up to these.

Zachsmom

Friday, November 15, 2002 - 11:26 am EditMoveDeleteIP
I have this quote on my callendar for the month of November (okay..just got around to changing the month today..but that's another subject)

"To the loved, a word of affection is a morsel, but to the love-starved, a word of affection can be a feast"

In our daily life, we do not know who the loved starved are..be free and giving with your words of love..

Babyruth

Friday, November 15, 2002 - 01:38 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
This is wonderful!! Thanks for posting it, ZMom.

Whit4you

Monday, November 18, 2002 - 11:17 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
"Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath"