A mom was concerned about her kindergarten
son walking to school. He didn't want his mother
to walk with him. She wanted to give him the
feeling that he had some independence but yet
know that he was safe.
So she had an idea of how to h andle it. She asked
a neighbor if she would please follow him to school
in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably
wouldn't notice her.
She said that since she was up early with her
toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them
to get some exercise as well, so she agreed.
The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl
set out following behind Timmy as he walked to
school with another neighbor girl he knew. She did
this for the whole week.
As the two walked and chatted, kicking stones and
twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was
following them as she seemed to do every day all
week.
Finally she said to Timmy, "Have you
noticed that lady following us to school all week?
Do you know her?"
Timmy nonchalantly replied,
"Yeah, I know who she is." The little girl said,
"Well,
who is she?"
"That's just Shirley Goodnest," Timmy replied, "and
her daughter Marcy."
"Shirley Goodnest? Who the heck is she and why is
she following us? "
"Well," Timmy explained, "every night my Mom
makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz
she worries about me so much. And in the Psalm, it
says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me
all the days of my life', so I guess I'll just have to get
used to it!"
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His
face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you; the
Lord lift His countenance upon you, and give you
peace.
May Shirley Goodnest and Marcy be with you today
and always.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Family Matters ~ Pastor Cheryl
Before I was a Mom - I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom - I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom - I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom -I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom - I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom - I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom -I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Word for the Day ~ HoneyBee
Faith is not just in believing that God can, but in knowing that He will!
Have a blessed day!
Have a blessed day!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Word For The Day ~Cheryl
I read this story & thought it would be a great lesson for us all.
“I had the meanest mother in the world.
While other kids had candy for breakfast, I had to eat my cereal, eggs and toast.
While other kids had cakes and candy for lunch, I had a sandwich.
As you can guess, my supper was different from other kids’ supper too.
My mother was so mean that she insisted on knowing where we were at all times.
You’d think we were in prison or something.
She had to know who our friends were and what we were doing.
I am ashamed to admit this, but my Mother actually had the nerve
to break the child labor laws. She made us work.
We had to wash dishes, make the beds and learn how to cook and clean.
I think my mother must have stayed awake at night
thinking of things for us kids to do.
And, she insisted that we tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
She never let me get away with anything.
By the time we were teenagers, my mother was even wiser
and our life became even more unbearable.
She would embarrass us by insisting that our friends come to the door
instead of tooting the car horn for us to come running.
And she always insisted that we be home early on school nights
and never let us stay out late on weekends like all our other friends.
On Sundays, there was no option except church.
We missed so much fun.
Mother was so mean that she refused to let us date at the mature age of 13 or 14,
like so many of our friends did. Instead, we had to wait until we were 16.
She kept telling us that there was a lot of time –
and that we needed to grow up a bit first.
Mother really raised a bunch of squares.
None of us was arrested for shoplifting or busted for drugs.
Today, I am employed, healthy, and have a relationship with God.
Who do I have to thank for this?
THE MEANEST (AND MOST WONDERFUL) MOTHER IN THE WORLD!”
“I had the meanest mother in the world.
While other kids had candy for breakfast, I had to eat my cereal, eggs and toast.
While other kids had cakes and candy for lunch, I had a sandwich.
As you can guess, my supper was different from other kids’ supper too.
My mother was so mean that she insisted on knowing where we were at all times.
You’d think we were in prison or something.
She had to know who our friends were and what we were doing.
I am ashamed to admit this, but my Mother actually had the nerve
to break the child labor laws. She made us work.
We had to wash dishes, make the beds and learn how to cook and clean.
I think my mother must have stayed awake at night
thinking of things for us kids to do.
And, she insisted that we tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
She never let me get away with anything.
By the time we were teenagers, my mother was even wiser
and our life became even more unbearable.
She would embarrass us by insisting that our friends come to the door
instead of tooting the car horn for us to come running.
And she always insisted that we be home early on school nights
and never let us stay out late on weekends like all our other friends.
On Sundays, there was no option except church.
We missed so much fun.
Mother was so mean that she refused to let us date at the mature age of 13 or 14,
like so many of our friends did. Instead, we had to wait until we were 16.
She kept telling us that there was a lot of time –
and that we needed to grow up a bit first.
Mother really raised a bunch of squares.
None of us was arrested for shoplifting or busted for drugs.
Today, I am employed, healthy, and have a relationship with God.
Who do I have to thank for this?
THE MEANEST (AND MOST WONDERFUL) MOTHER IN THE WORLD!”
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
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