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The Butterfly
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!
Too Many Pills
A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
Then tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know...........
Is what tells each one where to go!
Are You A Pumpkin? 
A woman was asked by a co-worker,
"What is it like to be a Christian?"
The co-worker replied,
"It is like being a pumpkin.
God picks you from the patch, brings you in,
and washes all the dirt off of you.
Then he cuts off the top
and scoops out all the yucky stuff.
He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc.,
and then He carves you a new smiling face
and puts His light inside of you
to shine for all the world to see."
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6 Again
Posted On 07/28/2008 15:14:03
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To Be 6 Again...
A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her Birthday.
'I'd like to be six again,' she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Fl ags theme park. What a day!
He put her on every ride in the park: the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.
He then took her to a McDonald's, where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, 'Well , Dear, what was it like being six again??'
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. 'I meant my dress size.
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he's gonna get it wrong.
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Service
Posted On 07/06/2008 17:43:53
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At one time in my life, I thought I had a handle on the meaning of the word "service." "It's the act of doing things for other people." Then I heard these terms which reference the word SERVICE: Internal Revenue Service Postal Service Telephone Service Civil Service City & County Public Service Customer Service Service Stations Then I became confused about the word "service." This is not what I thought "service" meant. So today, I overheard two farmers talking, and one of them said he had hired a bull to "service" a few of his cows. BAM! It all came into perspective. Now I understand what all those "service" agencies are doing to us. I hope you now are as enlightened as I am.
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AGIFT
Posted On 07/06/2008 17:41:52
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A Gift.....
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old.
Upon seeing my reaction, he was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let him know.
Growing Older, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.
Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body ... the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the cellulite.
And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, and my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to be messy, to be extravagant and smell the flowers.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and then sleep until -- ? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50's & 60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set.
They, too, will get old. (if they're lucky)
I know I am sometimes forgetful.
But then again, some of life is just as well forgotten and I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion.
A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
I can say "no," and mean it.
I can say "yes." and mean it.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive.
You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being older.
It has set me free.
I like the person I have become.
I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day... (if I want).
Today,
I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.
Love simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply
Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.
Hello God... I called tonight to talk a little while,
I need a friend who'll listen to my anxiety and trial... I need your love to guide me,
so I'll never feel alone.
I want to ask you please to keep,
my family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence You see, I can't quite make it
through a day just on my own.
for whatever fate they are bound.
Give me faith, dear God, to face
each hour throughout the day,
and not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.
I thank you God, for being home
and listening to my call.
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.
Your number, God, is the only one
that answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
never had to pay a dime.
So thank you, God, for listening to my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night God, I love You too, and I'll call again tomorrow!
Funny, I don't remember being absent minded... God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference. Now that I'm 'older' (but refuse to grow up), here's what I've discovered: 1. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it. 2. 2. My wild oats have turned into prunes and All Bran. 3. 3. I finally got my head together; now my body is falling apart. 4. 4. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded... 5. 5. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded... 6. 6. All reports are in; life is now officially unfair. 7. 7. If all is not lost, where is it? 8. 8. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser. 9. 9. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded... 10. 10. Some days you're the dog; some days you're the hydrant. 11. 11. I wish the buck stopped here; I sure could use a few... 12. 12. Kids in the back seat cause accidents. 13. 13. Accidents in the back seat cause kids. 14. 14. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded... 15. 15. It's hard to make a come back when you haven't been anywhere. 16. 16. The only time the world beats a path to your door is when you're in the bathroom. 17. 17. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees. 18. 18. When I'm finally holding all the cards, why does everyone decide to play chess? 19. 19. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded... 20. 20. It's not hard to meet expenses... they're everywhere. 21. 21. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth. 22. 22. These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter... I go somewhere to get something and then wonder what I'm here after. 23. 23. I AM UNABLE TO REMEMBER IF I HAVE MAILED THIS TO YOU OR NOT! 24. 24. Funny, I don't remember being . . . . . absent minded...
Do you want to know how rich you are??? Add up everything you own that money can't buy and death can't take away.
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