11 years later and I still love this one...

Zombie Thread... LOL!

Selamat Datang!

(I speak a little Bahasa Indonesia.   )

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.

The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened. He found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?" She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and ask me what in the world I did today?"

"Yes" was his incredulous reply. She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
 

Ephesians 4:30
And grieve not the holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are  sealed  unto the day of redemption.

sealed

Once Saved, Always Saved

Live4Christ

Irish Angel,  they are tragedies, true, but the GOOD NEWS is that we can always turn back home , drift back home, run back home, wander back home,, and never, ever, be turned away.... He is always there to welcome us back home!
          Joy

Amen and Praise the Lord, Joy!!

Live4Christ

I can read bedtime stories till the cow jumps over the moon and sing "Ten Little Monkeys" until I want to call the doctor-- but if I don't have love, I'm as annoying as a ringing phone.

I can chase a naked toddler through the house while cooking dinner and listening to voice mail, I can fix the best cookies and Kool-Aid in the neighborhood, and I can tell a sick child's temperature with one touch of my finger, but if I don't have love, I am nothing.

Love is patient while watching and praying by the front window when it's 30 minutes past curfew.

Love is kind when my teen says, "I hate you!"

It does not envy the neighbors' swimming pool or their brand-new mini van, but trusts the Lord to provide every need.

Love does not brag when other parents share their disappointments and insecurities, and love rejoices when other families succeed.

It doesn't boast, even when I've mu ltitasked all day long and my husband can't do more than one thing at a time.

Love is not rude when my spouse innocently asks, "What have you done today?"

It does not immediately seek after glory when we see talent in our children, but encourages them to get training and make wise choices.

It is not easily angered, even when my 15-year-old acts like the world revolves around her.


It does not delight in evil (is not self-righteous) when I remind my 17-year-old that he's going 83 in a 55-mph zone, but rejoices in the truth.

Love does not give up hope.

It always protects our children's self-esteem and spirit, even while doling out discipline.

It always trusts God to protect our children when we cannot. It always perseveres, through blue nail polish, burps and other bodily functions, rolled eyes and crossed arms, messy rooms and sleep-overs.

Love never fails.

But where there are memories of thousands of diaper changes and painful labor(s), they will fade away.


Where there is talking back, it will (eventually) cease. (Please, Lord?)


Where there is a teenager who thinks she knows everything, there will one day be an adult who knows you did your best.


For we know we fail our children, and we pray they don't end up in therapy, but when we get to heaven, our imperfect parenting will disappear.
(Thank you, God!)


When we were children, we needed a parent to love and protect us. Now that we're parents ourselves, we have a heavenly Father who adores, shelters us and holds us when we need to cry.


And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

OK.  So No one accuses me of stealing material, this came in an email and I have nooooo idea who wrote it.  But I do Love it....     L4C

Hello!

I had just registered and hadn't yet posted before the crash.  I am looking forward to posting here. I am a wife of 29 years and the mother of one married daughter and 2 older teenagers.  My husband is a missionary/pastor of small Baptist church here on Grand Cayman (so, no, I have no money in any secret accounts...LOL)

Live4Christ