July 21, 2009
I found this in Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul. It's one of my favourites! Emphasis and notes (dotted underlines) were added by me. =)
Random Acts of Kindness—huh!
It couldn't hurt.
I told my husband I love him.
It couldn't hurt.
I packed a note in my son's lunch box telling him how special he is.
It couldn't hurt.
I opened the door for a lady in a wheelchair at Walgreens.
It couldn't hurt.
I left a box of cookies for the mailman.
It couldn't hurt.
I let someone go in front of me in the grocery line.
It didn't hurt.
I called my brother to tell him I miss him.
He misses me too!
I sent the Mayor a note saying what a good job he is doing.
It couldn't hurt.
I took flowers to the nursing home.
It couldn't hurt.
I cooked some chicken soup for a friend who is sick.
It couldn't hurt.
I played Candy Land with my daughter.
It was fun.
I thanked the person who bagged my groceries.
He beamed.
I gave my assistant the day off with pay.
It only hurt a little.
I played ball with my dog.
It felt good.
I invited a woman who doesn't drive to lunch and to a movie.
I enjoyed myself.
I got a massage for me.
It felt marvelous.
Random Acts of Kindness—hmmm, maybe I'll live this way all year.
It couldn't hurt.
Sandy Ezrine
Maybe we could all try this for a change—it couldn't hurt! =)
Inspirational
(( throw a pebble in the pond ))
July 31, 2009
Another one found at White Cross Studio. :)
Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals.
Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. "Are you a good farmhand?" the farmer asked him. "Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man. Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.
Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, "Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!" The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows." Enraged by the old man's response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm.
To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.
MORAL: When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, physically, you have nothing to fear.
Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life? The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he had secured the farm against the storm.
We, as believers in Christ, secure ourselves against the storms of life by grounding ourselves in the Word of God. Since the Lord is directing our steps, why try to understand everything that happens along the way?
Author Unknown
Inspirational
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