The Best Within You!!! Worth Reading!!

csp · March 2006

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
I see the pain,
Of waiting to be free.

I listen to a voice,
What do I hear?
I hear a voice scream.

Is anyone near?
I taste something in my mouth,
What do I taste?
I taste tears rolling down,
Feeling life is a waste.

I reach out my hand,
What do I feel?
I feel the help of friends,
Whose love I know,
Is real and near.

Written By
Kelly Brown

Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth.
Benjamin Disraeli

Carrie

beachcottage · March 2006

Thank you Carrie..

I took a lovely
walk this morning
and this lovely poem
was sent to me by
a friend this morning

A wonderful day
yes it is..

Peace
xoxo
Patti

Peace is every step.
The shining red sun is my heart.
Each flower smiles with me.
How green, how fresh all that grows.
How cool the wind blows.
Peace is every step.
It turns the endless path to joy. ```Thich Nhat Hanh

peace to all
xoxo
Patti

csp · March 2006

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
Max Ehrmann

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Desiderata is Latin for "Things to be Desired

csp · April 2006

Here we stand together,

Dressed in our pain,

Covered with scars

From wounds we did not ask for

Or deserve.

So what now?

We can't go back and relive our lives.

We can't take back the innocence we lost

Or make the sadness we felt into happiness.

But we can go on from here,

So let us start.

Stretch out your hand to mine,

Close your eyes

And slowly let the pain slip away.

Let go of the sadness;

It belongs to yesterday,

And let's walk.

The earth is firm beneath our feet.

The sun is warm on our face.

Heavenly Father sees our struggle,

Smiles at our effort,

And sends us strength.

My friends, we can't stay, looking back,

Lest we falter.

We must face forward,

Eyes wide open,

And keep on walking.

Hold tight and don't let go;

You aren't walking alone.

author Barbara Aldrich

Carrie

csp · April 2006

The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a holder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken-coop the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids. And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled it carried out the hulls. In the fall the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that "old-time apron" that served so many purposes.

~Author Unknown~

Carrie

csp · April 2006

It takes strength to be firm.
It takes courage to be gentle.

It takes strength to stand guard.
It takes courage to let down your guard.

It takes strength to conquer.
It takes courage to surrender.

It takes strength to be certain.
It takes courage to have doubt.

It takes strength to fit in.
It takes courage to stand out.

It takes strength to feel a friends pain.
It takes courage to feel your own pain.

It takes strength to hide your own pains.
It takes courage to show them.

It takes strength to endure abuse.
It takes courage to stop it.

It takes strength to stand alone.
It takes courage to lean on another.

It takes strength to love.
It takes courage to be loved.

It takes strength to survive.
It takes courage to live.

Author Unknown

Carrie

csp · April 2006

Can You Fly?

What does the caterpillar newly turned a butterfly feel?

Although flying is now within its capability.
The way is unclear.
Yet, through faith in itself, it gloriously takes off.

The beautiful butterfly is forever within each of us.
Trust your heart and yourself,
And you will find you can fly.

- Robert B. James

Carrie

csp · April 2006

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead.

"I will come next Tuesday, " I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."

"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."

"How far will we have to drive?"

"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."

After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."

"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."

"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that said, "Daffodil Garden."

We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.

"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home."

Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.

The first answer was a simple one."50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun ~ one bulb at a time ~ to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable (indescribable) magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time ~ often just one baby-step at a time ~ and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

According to our trusted sources, the daffodil garden mentioned in this story really does exist and anyone can visit during peak bloom time, early March to early April.

The garden is located below Running Springs, California, in the San Bernardino Mountains. From the city of Highland (about 60 miles east of downtown Los Angeles), take Highway 330 toward Running Springs. Drive 14 miles into the mountains to the intersection of Live Oak Dr. and Fredalba. Turn right on Fredalba and proceed one mile. Park in the church parking lot. From there, signs will direct you.

Carrie

csp · April 2006

Hold on to what is good,
even if it's a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
Even if it's a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
Even if it's easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
Even if I've gone away from you.

Pueblo Indian Prayer

Carrie

csp · April 2006

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.

Mother Teresa

Carrie

csp · April 2006

To live a spiritual life, we need a way to understand the suffering we sometimes endure. Looking back at other difficult times can give us a better perspective of the pain we feel today.

All of us can recall a loss or a sudden difficult change that we never would have chosen for ourselves. Perhaps it brought us face-to-face with insecurities or doubts about our survival. Now, after the suffering has ended, we see how much we grew. We changed; we were strengthened and, perhaps, were liberated by what happened to us.

Thoughts about today's suffering may not be clear as to what good it holds for us. But we are on a journey, and it can only happen one step at a time. We know that journeys teach us great lessons and they do have endings.

Our pain today affirms that we are vital and alive. We know others suffer as we do, and we can turn to each other to give and receive comfort while we are on the journey.
-- Matthew Fox

Carrie

csp · April 2006

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

Luciano de Crescenzo

Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends, for it is one of
God's greatest gifts.

It involves many things, but above all the power of going out of
one's self and appreciating what is noble and loving in another.
Thomas Hughes

Boop · April 2006

There must be a beautiful morning somewhere
A dawn lit by justice and judgment is fair
A place where a helping hand is held out
An ear that will listen stands poised and devout

A place you can go when your heart needs attending
A place where a spirit gets healing and mending
A place where love's fire burns bright day and night
And in from the cold you may warm by its light

There must be a brilliant evening somewhere
Where the sun finally sets on pain and despair
Where the coming of night is not filled with grief
And comforting sleep brings you joyful relief

A place where the sunset is apt to reflect
A day without malice, without disrespect
A place where the only tears shed, are for joy
And a heart is not battered and bounced like a toy

There must be a wonderful day somewhere
In a place filled with love and a great need to care
A place where the burdens of conflict are lifted
Where love is a skill and all lovers are gifted

Where daily are spoken the words that support
And every mistake is not met with retort
A place where the land has not soaked up the blood
Where honor and truth are not cast in the mud

A place where the children are not left alone
Where Sisters and Brothers may come to atone
Where homeless and helpless don't cower in fright
Where the hearts and the minds of the world can unite

So you set on a journey to seek out this land
With compass and map and a vision so grand
To find peace and comfort in a world that's so new
Where waters are crystal and skies are so blue

With showers that cleanse and winds that refresh
Where the spirit is fed and not just the flesh
But search as you may, what you'll find to be true
That it cannot be found, until it's found within you.
~Unknown

Hugs and God Bless,
Cherie

csp · April 2006

If you are quick to take offense, then you'll be under the control of those who you find offensive.

If you are easily angered, then your actions will be dictated by those who anger you.

If you are obsessed by what other people think, then you will be imprisoned by their thoughts.

If you yearn for easy answers and quick solutions, you'll fall prey to people who offer you nothing but promises.

If you find the truth too difficult to bear, you'll be enslaved to those who tell you what you want to hear.

When you have the courage to think for yourself, the strength to accept what is, the commitment and discipline to make a difference,
then you are free.
You are truly free to live with purpose, joy and fulfillment.
Let your life be defined, not by reactions to what others do, say, or think but rather your own unique vision.
Raise your eyes above the pettiness and follow the path of the greatness that is within you.

Carrie

Boop · April 2006

It is clear today

That Spring is in the air.

The sun is shining

And the skies are fair.

Blue is the color

Of the skies over head,

Certainly not a day

That one would dread.

Spring has Sprung

It is clear today,

Flowers are blooming

Out across the way.
Fragrance tickles the nostrils

Such a pleasant time,

To be out and around

In this world of yours and mine.

I can see the face of Jesus

In each blossom I see,

And smell the closeness of His Love

In the air around me.

Spring has Sprung and I am glad

That I am alive today.

And Lord I am Thankful,

You have Blessed me this way.

--Mintie Lue Butler--

Hugs and God Bless,
Cherie

csp · April 2006

What is your purpose in life? The important answer lies within each person. The task is to discover it. Start the road to discovery of your purpose by eliminating those things you don't want to do, which may include what you are doing now. There are clues, such as a "desire" or "feeling" that you should be doing something else. Follow your intuition, for even if you go down the wrong road, you will be closer to the right road.

The search for meaning in life has a purpose and an answer...

The purpose is to learn from the search.

The answer is within the purpose.

Carrie

csp · April 2006

I am becoming the woman I've wanted, grey at the temples, soft body, delighted, cracked up by life with a laugh that's known bitter but, past it, got better, knows she's a survivor - that whatever comes, she can outlast it.

I am becoming a deep weathered basket.

I am becoming the woman I've longed for, the motherly lover with arms strong and tender, the growing up daughter who blushes surprises. I am becoming full moons and sunrises.

I find her becoming, this woman I've wanted, who knows she'll encompass, who knows she's sufficient, knows where she's going and travels with passion. Who remembers she's precious, but knows she's not scarce - who knows she is plenty, plenty to share.
Jayne Relaford Brown

Carrie

csp · April 2006

Happy Easter

Ask most children, and they will tell you that Easter is the day when the Easter bunny comes. It is a day of fun for children to hunt for eggs and receive chocolate candy bunnies and candy eggs. But as Christians, we look beyond the bunny to the true meaning of Easter.

"So in Christ all will be made alive." the Bible says. That is the message that is the heart of Easter as we celebrate the great victory,
Jesus Christ's resurrection.
So this Easter let us look beyond the new clothes, chocolate eggs, jellybeans, and the Easter bunny.
Let us keep the spirit of Easter alive in our celebrations today.

Carrie

csp · April 2006

They came to the quiet garden
In the early morning gloom,
And there in the shadowed darkness
They found an empty tomb.

They brought their scented spices
To anoint the hallowed dead,
But found, to their amazement,
The angel of the Lord instead.

Their hearts were heavy laden--
Bowed down with deep despair--
But when they lifted tear-dimmed eyes,
Lo, Jesus was standing there.

They thought all hope had ended
With Golgotha's dying breath,
But they found a powerful savior.
Triumphant over death!

On that wonderful Sabbath day,
In a garden where flowers grew,
He came from the grave - a world to save -
To live and reign anew.

So oft in the midst of sorrows
When hope seems cold and dead.
With lifted eyes, we too may see
A risen Lord full of grace instead!

Author Unknown

Carrie

csp · April 2006

The Beauty Of A Woman

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years -- only grows!

~Author Unknown~

The Big "C"

"The big 'C'" I heard someone call it.
Another just whispered the word.
That we don't even dare to say "cancer" out loud
Gives it power it doesn't deserve.

So I'm giving that letter new meaning
And refusing to give in to fear
By reclaiming the power for you and for me
And by saying these words loud and clear:

Let the "C" be for "Cure" and "Compassion."
Let it stand for the "Candles" we light,
And a "Chorus" of voices shouting, "You 'Can'!"
To all who will take up this fight.

Let the "C" be for "Cash Contribution"
("Credit" or "Check" will work, too).
Let it stand for "Commitment" and "Checkups" and "Cheer,"
And the "Children" "Counting" on you.

Let it mean that we know our "Creator"
Is beside us each step of the way,
And remind us to "Call" on His strength and His love
And to "Celebrate" every new day.

To everyone facing this "Challenge,"
I say it's a fight we can win.
Tell all who will listen that, starting today,
The "C" is for "Courage," my friend.

~Written by Kathy Cawthon~ Cancer Survivor
Copyright© 1999

Carrie

csp · April 2006

Slow me down, Lord!
Ease the pounding of my heart
By the quieting of my mind.

Steady my hurried pace
With a vision of the eternal reach of time.
Give me,
Amidst the confusions of my day,
The calmness of the everlasting hills.

Break the tensions of my nerves
With the soothing music of the singing streams
That live in my memory.
Help me to know
The magical restoring power of sleep.

Teach me the art
Of taking minute vacations...
Of slowing down to look at a flower;
To chat with an old friend or make a new one;
To pat a stray dog;
To watch a spider build a web;
To smile at a child;
Or to read a few lines from a good book.

Remind me each day
Of the fable of the hare and the tortoise,
That the race is not always to the swift;
That there is more to life than increasing its speed.
Let me look upward
Into the branches of the towering oak
And know that it grew great and strong
Because it grew slowly and well.

Slow me down, Lord,
And inspire me to send my roots deep
Into the soil of life's enduring values
That I may grow toward the stars
Of my greater destiny.

by Wilferd A. Petersen

Carrie

Boop · April 2006

Oh Carrie, thanks for posting that, it is beautiful...

Hugs and God Bless,
Cherie

csp · April 2006

Cherie,
I am so glad you liked it.
Hugs and Prayers being sent your way!

Our lives are made up of a million moments,
spent in a million different ways.
Some are spent searching for love, peace, and harmony.
Others are spent surviving day by day.

But there is no greater moment
than when we find that life,
with all it's joys and sorrows,
is meant to be lived one day at a time.
It's in this knowledge that we discover
the most wonderful truth of all.

Whether we live in a forty-room mansion,
surrounded by servants and wealth,
or find it a struggle to manage the rent month to month,
we have it within our power to be fully
satisfied and live a life with true meaning.

One day at a time - we have that ability,
through cherishing each moment and rejoicing in each dream.
We can experience each day anew,
and with this fresh start we have
what it takes to make all our dreams come true.
Each day is new, and living one day at a time
enables us to truly enjoy life and live it to the fullest.

~Author Unknown~

Carrie

csp · April 2006

I Am Woman

I am woman.
I don't need anyone to validate me...
I am the replenisher of the earth. I am man's glory.
I was made especially by God's own hands
I cannot be duplicated.
I am woman...

I can be hot, warm, cool or downright cold.
I prefer to be loving and loved. But I'm not addicted to either. 'I can be kind
or cruel, clinging or aloof.
Nothing else is made like me. I am unique...
I am woman...

I was Eve in the garden. I was Ruth, I was Esther.
I was Jezebel: I was Delilah. I was the Queen of Sheba,
Deborah, Hannah, Elizabeth, and Miriam the Poet
I was specially chosen to be the Mother of Christ...
I am woman.

I am Cleopatra, Mistress of Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony.
I can tantalize the tantalizer. And tempt the strongest
or deflate your ego like a ten cent balloon.
I am woman.

Treat me gently, and I'll be a jewel.
Treat me kindly and I'll be a friend.
Treat me lovingly, and I'll be a lover.
Treat me tenderly, and I'll give you my heart.
I am woman.

Respect me as a woman. I'll treasure you.
Look at me as if I were your Mistress...
And I'll treat you like a King.
Scorn me and you will find that Hell has no fury.
I AM WOMAN.

Irean Verge Hughes

Carrie

csp · April 2006

I took a walk down a woodland trail,
without really expecting anything new.
A rustling in the leaves made me pause,
and wonder what was hidden from view.
I kneeled down and spotted a tiny, white flower,
so perfectly formed to bloom for just an hour.
Thank you, Lord, for showing it to me alone,
such a secret I would never have known.

God sends jewels from heaven,
when I stop long enough to see.
Rare and precious treasures,
to show how much He loves me.

Once, I ran to the edge of some trees,
with a heavy burden in my heart.
The scent of a warm, summer rain,
wafted by on a gentle breeze.
A brilliant, red cardinal came to call,
and sang a cheerful song just for me;
and to think, I could have missed it all.

God send jewels from heaven,
when I stop long enough to see.
Rare and precious treasures,
to show how much He loves me.

I stepped outside late one night,
for just a moment of peace and quiet.
The wind softly whispered to me.
The black, velvet sky held a crescent moon,
and a million silver stars gave their light.
I threw up my hands and praised you, Lord,
for this glimpse of beauty I might have ignored.

God send jewels from heaven,
when I stop long enough to see.
Rare and precious treasures,
to show how much He loves me.

by Gina Hatchell

Carrie

beachcottage · April 2006

During my second year
of nursing school
our professor gave us a quiz.

I breezed through the questions
until I read the last one:

"What is the first name
of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was a joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times,
but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper,
leaving the last question blank.

Before the class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our grade.

"Absolutely," the professor said. "In your careers, you will meet many people.

All are significant.
They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy. ~Joann C. Jones

xoxo
Patti

Boop · April 2006

One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets
of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick.

Suddenly, my daughter spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. "Dad, I'm thinking of something."

This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear.

"What are you thinking?" I asked. "The rain," she began, "is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like God wiping our sins away."

After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. "That's really good, Aspen."

Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take this revelation? So I asked.. "Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?" Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer: "We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us."

I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.

In order to see the rainbow, you must first endure the rain!!!

Hugs and God Bless,
Cherie

csp · April 2006

To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning.

It is to trust that miracles happen,

and dreams really do come true.

To believe is to see angels dancing among the clouds,

To know the wonder of a stardust sky

and the wisdom of the man in the moon.

To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart,

The innocence of a child's eyes

and the beauty of an aging hand,

for it is through their teachings we learn to love.

To believe is to find the strength

and courage that lies within us.

When it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again.

To believe is to know we are not alone,

That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.

To believe is to know that wonderful surprises

are just waiting to happen,

And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.

If only we believe.

Author unknown

Carrie

Boop · April 2006

Spring Has Sprung!

It is clear today

That Spring is in the air.

The sun is shining

And the skies are fair.

Blue is the color

Of the skies over head,

Certainly not a day

That one would dread.

Spring has Sprung

It is clear today,

Flowers are blooming

Out across the way.
Fragrance tickles the nostrils

Such a pleasant time,

To be out and around

In this world of yours and mine.

I can see the face of Jesus

In each blossom I see,

And smell the closeness of His Love

In the air around me.

Spring has Sprung and I am glad

That I am alive today.

And Lord I am Thankful,

You have Blessed me this way.

--Mintie Lue Butler--

Hugs and God Bless,
Cherie

csp · April 2006

One man said, "I had a brain scan and was told not worry --there was nothing there!" Which is all right because some of my best ideas over the years have come from others, anyway. And I have discovered that wisdom can be found in most any place and from most any person -- even the youngest of us.

It was a child who passed on this morsel: "If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person." It is wisdom borne of hard experience.

Yet another child teaches us that "the best place to be when you are sad is in Grandma's lap."

Adults, too, have wisdom to share. One parent observed that "the best way to keep kids at home is to make the home a pleasant place to be... and let the air out of their car tires."

Wisdom can also be found among the youngest of us. And the most elderly will share it too, if we listen. I am related by marriage to a woman who is 103 years old. During her 100th year, "Aunt Pearl" was asked to speak to a group of high school students. She offered a century of wisdom in a few short sentences: "Enrich your life by becoming a better person, a better student and an individual worthy of trust and faithful in your commitments. Aspire to help and not hinder in all your good and worthy undertakings. Use these words often: 'thank you,' 'please,' 'I'm sorry.' After living 100 years, I admonish you to think deeply, speak gently, work hard, give freely, pay promptly, pray earnestly and be kind."

Wisdom doesn't come much better than that.

Steve Goodier

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