Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty for instance. The smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice. You won’t lose out on a thing.
And whoever gives to one of these little ones even a cup of cold water because he is a disciple, truly, I say to you, he shall not lose his reward.
In 2011, I needed a hat for a women’s luncheon. I decided to look for a straw hat. Because we had some pretty looking herbs and flowers, I thought it would be fun to attach them to the hat.
All week-long the song Amazing Grace has been playing over and over in my mind. As much as I like to keep my posts positive and lighthearted, today I can’t help but think of children, a couple of them and now a baby left in hot cars. One parent went to work and the others were left in the car, while the parents went shopping. I have heard that the parents forgot. I don’t know if this is true or not. As I think about this and of the pain and discomfort of the child, it makes me feel a lot of things, then I hear the words, amazing grace how sweet the song, that saved a wretch like me, I once was lost, but now I am found, was blind, but now I see. What kind of loss does it take to see? Among other things this morning I was thinking about the word Expectations. Do you ever have any of those? From whom do you expect? As a human being we have all let someone down or vice versa. Many of us could count the times, but as I continue to sing this song in my heart, I know the right thing, is to let it go. So, it brings me to this silly hat, that now looks like this.
Well, I am needing to use this hat now. I am doing some yard work and really a little protection from the hot sun. Shopping is no longer convenient and so I will make do and either take the dried flowers off or try to coat them with something to make them last a while longer. Life as some of us have known it has changed. Things change, people change, things do get better, people can get better…all with God’s amazing grace..
Yesterday, I came across this poem out and an Ideals book. It goes..
In winter, I remember still…
(As bundled youngsters trudge uphill
With sleds behind them, lagging there,
As snowflakes drift through the pathless air-
And when atop the hill they rest
Just wondering which snow-trail is best,)
I seem to see myself in them
As I relive old scenes again!
It seems that wintertime is fun-
But somehow only, to the very young!
for as the years creep up on me-
My rocking chair seems best, you see!
The snowball fights seemed quite the thing
For fingers cold, from winter’s sting.
And games were always fun, you know,
Like making “Angels,” in the snow.
A dish of snow “ice-cream” was good
Beside the stove-made warm with wood.
And icicles hanging from the eaves
And diamonds glistening from the trees
Were things of beauty, given free
To the like of you and me!
The curling smoke from the chimneys, tall,
Lent a sense of serenity over all.
Yes, wintertime is fun, no doubt,
To youngsters who can run about,
But give me warmth, and books galore-
And my rocking chair-why ask for more!