Spring Forever in My Heart “I can’t believe it. These blooms have lasted so long this year,” my wife said. “I hadn’t really thought about it, but you are right. As much as I love Lilacs, they come and go so fast,” I said. It has been incredibly exciting this year here in my backyard. Our Lilac tree has produced the most blooms I have ever seen. The scent is so wonderful that I spend a lot of time just standing on our small deck breathing it all in. Many of the branches are hollow and cracked leaving me to believe it has seen many Springs. A few winters ago one of the biggest branches crashed to the ground under the weight of melting snow. It broke my heart. I guess I wasn’t expecting much from the old thing this year. But it is magnificent! Since we have been experiencing so much rain lately the flowers have become heavier. The once tall bush seems to be under a lot of pressure. I can relate to that. There are big gaps because the branches are lower. Sadly, today I noticed the first bunch of flowers turning brown. It won’t be long until they are all gone. But here’s what I’ve learned from it. Some people are like fragrant flowers. They come
It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold.
The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. This way they covered and protected themselves, but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions.
Life is like a journey on a train with its stations, changes of routes and with accidents.
We board this train when we are born and our parents are the ones who get our ticket. We believe they will always travel on this train with us. However, at some station our parents will get off the train, leaving us alone on this journey.
Process and Result 2+5=7 6+1=7 3+4=7 7-0=7 7+0=7 9-2=7 8-1=7 11-4=7 15-8=7 14/2=7 21/3=7 70/10=7 7×1=7 What is my point? There are many ways of getting to your final destination. God may not take you through the same way He took your mother, father, friend or colleague. What matters is that He will take you to your destination if you don’t give up. At times, you get there by adding things and people to your life. Other times you will get there by subtracting certain things and people from your life. Other times, you may need the multiplying effect of seed, information and relationships. Other times, division and separation may be inevitable. Some of these may not be fun. When 2 was alone, it may not have been comfortable until 5 was added. What matters is not the addition, subtraction, multiplication or division, it’s the ultimate end. Yes, the process may differ, but the destination is still the same. All things will work together for your good and expected end. Don’t give up on the process. You are a tool. Do not reject Destiny. When He adds and subtract things, do not resist. Learn to let go when He subtracts. Stop crying, lamenting and drowning in tears of pity and fear of moving on. Every circumstance is building you for
Time and Friends… Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out ALL OF IT, of course! Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the “tomorrow.” You must live in the present on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today. To realize the value of one year, ask a student who failed a grade. To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby. To realize the value of one week, ask the editor of a weekly magazine. To realize the
Love in A Paper Bag It was Molly’s job to hand her father his brown paper lunch bag each morning before he headed off to work. One morning, in addition to his usual lunch bag, Molly handed him a second paper bag. This one was worn and held together with duct tape, staples, and paper clips. “Why two bags?” her father asked. “The other is something else,” Molly answered. “What’s in it?” “Just some stuff. Take it with you.” Not wanting to hold court over the matter, he stuffed both sacks into his briefcase, kissed Molly and rushed off. At midday, while hurriedly scarfing down his real lunch, he tore open Molly’s bag and shook out the contents: two hair ribbons, three small stones, a plastic dinosaur, a pencil stub, a tiny seashell, two animal crackers, a marble, a used lipstick, a small doll, two chocolate kisses, and 13 pennies. The busy father smiled, finished eating, and swept the desk clean into the wastebasket- leftover lunch, Molly’s junk and all. That evening, Molly ran up behind him as he read the paper. “Where’s my bag?” “What bag?” “You know, the one I gave you this morning.” “I left it at the office. Why?” “I forgot to put this note in it,” she said. “And, besides, those are my things in
