I’m hooked on haikus! Just looking at the universe yesterday, day and night, prompted these:
White clouds in the sky
fleetingly form images
as the eye beholds.
…………………………………………
Such a lovely sight;
full moon in all its glory
bathing the night sky.
Would anyone like to share their haikus with me? Happy Friday.
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.
Especially if the apple is bruised inside…
Happy Saturday.
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.
Courtesy of The Anglican Parish of Haliburton.
Sometimes I just can’t help myself when it comes to sharing. Here are some more jokes I found on the Internet. Happy Saturday.
Did you hear about the cheese factory that exploded in France? There was nothing left but de Brie.
What do you get from a pampered cow? Spoiled milk.
Why don’t ants ever get sick? Because they have little anty bodies.
What’s the difference between a poorly dressed man on a unicycle and a well-dressed man on a bicycle? Attire
What did one toilet say to the other? You look flushed.
My boss just texted me: “Send me one of your funny jokes!” I texted him back: “I’m busy working. I’ll send one later.” “That’s hilarious,” he said. “Send another one!”
What is worse than raining cats and dogs? Hailing taxis!
Why aren’t koalas actual bears? The don’t meet the koalafications
Where do beef burgers go to dance? The meatball.
What’s orange and sounds like a parrot? A carrot
No groans please.
I came across this post on Facebook yesterday and just have to share it. It truly is a precious gem. May we all be as wise as the travelers in this tale.
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.
I’m looking at a beautiful day and hearing a beautiful song. It just needs to be shared. Happy Saturday.
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.
There many things in everyday life that we can pass on to others in their time of need, namely:
A smile A song A good thought A good word A prayer A special gift A hug A good deed A word of encouragement
Whatever moves you to share…pass it on. Happy Saturday.
My Precious Life 