“The world is a dangerous place to live,
not because of the people who are evil,
but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”
Albert Einstein
“The world is a dangerous place to live,
not because of the people who are evil,
but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”
Albert Einstein
Handwriting on The Wall
A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.
While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall
It’s on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you’d be mad at having to do it again.
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
Where is your little brother right now?
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered his room
He trembled with fear–he knew that meant doom
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.
Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, I love Mommy, surrounded by a heart.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.
Author Unknown
THERE IS A REASON
For every cross we have to bear,
For every heartache, every care,
For disappointments that come our way,
For every dark and gloomy day,
There’s a reason
For every tear that we shed,
For all the dreams that rests unsaid,
For every stone that bruise our feet,
When trudging on the endless streets,
There’s a reason
For every hurt and every pain,
And all the hopes that lived in vain,
For every grief and every plight,
For every lonely hour at night,
There’s a reason
But there is One who understands
Our every ache and every pain,
We must put our trust in Him,
It will not be in vain,
For He knows the reason
Author Unknown
(Norma Woodbridge)
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
to tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own
Live…Love…Toil, with a will.
Place no faith in Tomorrow,
The clock may then be still.
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
― Jon Krakauer
Life isn’t always easy,
‘Oft we shed a tumbling tear or more,
Dreams can unexpectedly shatter
As we take a nosedive to the floor.
Heartaches can arrive in all their fury,
As our heads with worry start to throb;
But praise God for fervent prayer to lean on
As we bow our troubled souls and sob.
We were never promised a bed of roses
Strewn on our path below;
And trials are often heavy burdens –
A meadow full of dandelions and woe.
But please believe in a divine purpose
For every fiery lash
That sets our feet off balance
As our hopes set sail, but crash.
Oh, take heart weary pilgrims –
Look up to Heaven’s throne,
Dial the prayer line to the Master –
You need not bear such pain alone.
It isn’t always easy to trek this journey
‘Cause thorns sprout along the way.
Nevertheless, rosebuds are prone to blossom –
Weary pilgrim lean on God’s timing today.
If your day seems dull and dreary,
If your troubles get you down,
If you feel you are in deep water
And certain you will drown,
If you’re shackled by a burden
Held fast within its grip,
You wish you could be rescued
Your life’s a sinking ship;
Then it’s time to turn to Jesus
Who is reaching out to you
To take your hand to guide you,
Show you life anew.
Trust Jesus as your lifeline,
To still the storms you face,
He will take you to safe harbor
And provide a resting place.
He will be your friend and love you
No matter where you roam,
Then at your journey’s end
He will take you safely home.
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