It never ceases to amaze me how many excellent analogies are out there awaiting our notice, and how timely some of them can be.
Once again something landed in my inbox and for the umpteenth time I thought, I have to share this! And here it is:
Sometimes when we purchase a few apples and we take them home to enjoy we may find that one of the apples does not look the same as the other apples. Our first bet is to throw it out, basing it on it’s bruises. But if we only take a moment to cut it open we would realize how perfect the inside is. You see, we are all so different in our outside appearances, but most times we need to look through our hearts, and not through our eyes.
The story belonging to today’s title is laid out below. It came to me from a friend via email, and like most things that inspire me, I’d like to share…
THE FARMER’S GRACE
An out-of-town pastor had been invited to a men’s breakfast in the middle of a rural farming area, and found himself charmed by the company and atmosphere. Before they all dug into the hearty meal, the group’s leader asked an older farmer, decked out in bib overalls, to say grace.
“Lord, I hate buttermilk,” the fellow began. The pastor opened an eye to glance at him, wondering where this might be going.
“Lord, I hate lard!” the farmer proclaimed. Now the pastor was growing concerned.
“And Lord, you know I don’t much care for raw flour,” he went on, without missing a beat.
The pastor once again opened an eye to peer around the room, and noticed many of the other men shifting in their seats uncomfortably.
“But Lord,” the farmer added, “when you mix them all together and bake them, I do love them warm fresh biscuits.
“So Lord, when things come up that we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we don’t understand what you’re saying to us, help us to just relax and wait until you are done mixing and baking. It will probably be even better than biscuits. Amen.”
How about that for great, down-to-earth wisdom worth considering when it comes to complicated situations?
While we find ourselves in a mix-up of so many things we don’t understand, like the farmer, ‘really care for’, as we pray, trust and believe surely—as surely as God is God—something good will result.
It’s a new day…a chance to do one thing different; a chance to reach out to someone; a chance to pay it forward; a chance to mend a relationship; a chance to make a difference. It’s a chance to forgive; a chance to start over; a chance to share; a chance to change; a chance to encourage someone; a chance to take a chance. It’s a new day.
The best part of caring is sharing. Here is one of my great-granddaughters sharing a cookie with me on a recent visit. What makes this picture so special is that I had done the same thing with her mother with a french fry thirty-six years ago. Do your share of sharing today. Happy Saturday.
Today’s post is a follow-up to A Goal of Love posted on Saturday, March 2nd which was about a hockey player taking time out of his day to be kind to a young fan. The goaltender was more than kind; he epitomized everything in this banner.
How often does something wonderful happen to us and we think we should pay it forward but something blocks our action to follow through. Perhaps we need reminding of this simple little gesture of good will by keeping these words at the forefront of our lives.