Thought For The Day--Revisit
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Zachsmom | Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:28 pm      |
Suitsmefine | Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:34 pm     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     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     you mean like this one?
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Sia | Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 02:37 pm     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     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     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     <wargod stands next to the door, handing out boxes of kleenex.> Thanks, Lance. |
Suitsmefine | Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 05:25 pm     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     Lance, that was absolutely beautiful. Thanks for sharing so much wisdom!! |
Sia | Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 08:33 pm     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     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     Sia, VERY GOOD ONES!!!! VERY,VERY, GOOD ONES!!THANKS!!!! |
Lancecrossfire | Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 09:00 pm     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     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     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     excellent post Jmm. Great thoughts about the little things. |
Sia | Tuesday, October 15, 2002 - 09:55 pm     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     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     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     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     note to self..DO NOT open this thread while at work..<sniff> |
Buttercup | Sunday, November 10, 2002 - 01:18 pm     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.
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Wargod | Tuesday, November 12, 2002 - 08:41 am     "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     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     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     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     This is wonderful!! Thanks for posting it, ZMom. |
Whit4you | Monday, November 18, 2002 - 11:17 pm     "Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath" |
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