I'm almost in awe of her;
When we first met I was impressed,
By her bizarre behavior.
That day I had a date with friends,
We met to have some lunch;
Mae had come along with them,
All in all ... a pleasant bunch.
When the menus were presented,
We ordered salads, sandwiches,
Except for Mae who circumvented,
And said, "Ice-cream, please. Two
I was not sure my ears heard right,
And the others were aghast;
"Along with heated apple pie,"
Mae smiled, completely unabashed.
We tried to act quite nonchalant,
As if people did this all the time;
But when our orders were brought
I did not enjoy mine.
I could not take my eyes off Mae,
As her pie ALA-mode went down;
The other ladies showed dismay,
They ate their lunches, and they
Well, the next time I went out to
I called and invited Mae;
My lunch contained white tuna meat,
She ordered a parfait.
I smiled when her dish I viewed,
She asked if she amused me;
I answered, "Yes, you do,
And you also do confuse me."
"How come you order rich desserts
When I feel I must be sensible?"
She laughed and said, with wanton
"I am tasting all that's possible."
"I try to eat the food I need,
And do the things I should;
But life's so short, my friend,
I hate missing out on something
"This year I realized I was old,"
She grinned, "I've not been this
So, before I die, I've got to try,
Those things for years I have ignored.
"I've not smelled all the flowers
And too many books I have not read;
There's more fudge sundaes to woof
And kites to be flown overhead."
"There's many malls I have not shopped,
I've not laughed at all the jokes;
I've missed a lot of Broadway Hits,
And potato chips and cokes.
"I want to wade again in water,
And feel ocean spray upon my face;
Sit in a country church once more,
And thank God for His grace."
"I want peanut butter every day,
Spread on my morning toast;
I want UN-timed long-distance calls,
To the folks I love the most."
"I've not cried at all the movies
Nor walked in the morning rain;
I need to feel wind in my hair,
I want to fall in love again."
"So, if I choose to have dessert,
Instead of having dinner;
If I should die before nightfall,
You'd have to say I died a winner."
"That I missed out on nothing,
That I had my heart's desire;
That I had that final chocolate
Before my life expired."
With that, I called the waitress
"I've changed my mind, it seems;"
I said, "I want what she is having,
Only add some more whipped-cream!"
THE CRACKED POT
A Water Bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a
pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it,
and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion
at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house,
the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering
Only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house.
f course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments,
perfect to the end for which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection,
and miserable that it was able to accomplish
only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it
spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load
because this crack in my side causes water to leak out
all the way back to your master's house.
Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work,
and you don't get full value
from your efforts," the pot said.
The Water Bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his
compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house,
I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of
the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path,
and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad
because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologised
to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers
only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage
I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we
back from the stream, you've watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
Decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are,
he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But if
We will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table.
So as we seek ways to minister together, and as God calls you to the
tasks He has appointed for you, don't be afraid of your flaws.
So, now you know, y'all crack pots... let's all join cracks.....
the more cracks... the better we are!
When I ask you to listen to me,
and you start giving advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me,
and you begin to tell me,
why I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me,
and you feel you have to,
o something to solve my problem,
you have failed me,
strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I asked, was that you listen,
not talk or do - just hear me.
Advice is cheap:
you can get it in Dear Abby and Billy Graham.
And I can do for myself,
I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me,
that I can and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and weakness.
But when you accept as a simple fact,
that I do feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can quit trying to convince you,
and can get about the business,
of understanding what's behind,
this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear,
the answers are obvious,
then I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense,
when we understand what's behind them.
So please listen, and just hear me.
And, if you want to talk,
wait a minute for your turn,
and I'll listen to you.
In A Puddle
In a puddle by the roadside
left by the warm, spring rain,
its waters dark and muddy
with the brown earth stain,
I saw a glorious mountain
that stood up bold and high
reflected in the water,
with a patch of cloud-decked sky.
Sometimes in folk around me
with burdens, hurts and fears:
through joyful, happy hours
and often through their tears:
in some loving acts of kindness
as they show how much they care-
in the lives of folk around me
I find God reflected there.
Nothing to Fear
There's nothing to fear --- you're as good as the best,
As strong as the mightiest, too.
You can win in every battle or test;
For there's no one just like you.
There's only one you in the world today;
So nobody else, you see,
Can do your work in as fine a way:
You're the only you there'll be !
So face the world, and all life is yours
To conquer and love and live:
And you'll find the happiness that endures
In just the measure you give;
There's nothing too good for you to possess,
Nor heights where you cannot go:
Your power is more than belief or guess ---
It is something you have to know.
There is nothing to fear --- you can and you will.
For you are the invincible you.
Set your foot on the highest hill ---
There's nothing you cannot do.
-- Author Unknown
There are two days in every week about which we should not worry,
two days which should be kept from fear and apprehension.
One of these days is Yesterday with its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.
Yesterday has passed for ever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.
We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single
word we said.
Yesterday is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow
with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor
Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendour or behind a mask of
clouds, but it will rise.
Until it does we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is as yet unborn.
This leaves only one day - Today.
Anyone can fight the battles of just one day.
It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities
- Yesterday and Tomorrow - that we break down.
It is not the experience of Today that drives you mad -
it is the remorse or bitterness for something which happened
Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow will bring.
|A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the unfortunate frogs they would never get out. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead.
Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and simply gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could.
Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and suffering and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out.
When he got out, the other frogs asked him, "Why did you continue jumping? Didn't you hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.
This story teaches two lessons:
1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.
2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path.
The power of words ... it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another. Be special to others.