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This page has been set up mostly for me to pass on stuff that has —Kim Cobb Friday, March 14, 2008 The Wooden Bowl I guarantee you will remember the tale
of the Wooden Bowl A frail old woman went to live with her daughter and son-in-law, and her two wonderful grandchildren. The old woman's hands trembled, her eye sight was blurred, and her step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandmother's shaky hands and The daughter and son-in-law became irritated with the mess. 'We must do something about mother,' said the daughter. 'I've had enough of her spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.' So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandmother ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner at the large family table. Since Grandmother had broken a dish or two, her food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandmother's direction, sometimes she had a tear in her eye as she sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for her were sharp admonitions when she dropped a fork or spilled food. The Two Grandchildren watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed
his them playing with wooden building trinkets on the floor. He
asked them sweetly, 'What are you two making?' Just as sweetly,
the boy responded, The words so stuck in the minds of the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the Mother took Grandmother's
hand and gently led her back to the family table. *** On a positive note, I've
learned that, no matter what happens, I've learned that you can
tell a lot about a person by the way he or she handles five things:
I've learned that, regardless
of your relationship with your parents, I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life.' I've learned that life sometimes
gives you a second chance I've learned that you shouldn't
go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. I've learned that if you
pursue happiness, it will elude you I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. Even if it is just a simple smile. People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still
have a lot to learn
This candle was lit on the
Thursday, March 13, 2008 "The world is my country,
all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion."
*** *** When I say... 'I am a Christian'
I'm not shouting 'I'm clean livin'' When I say... 'I am a Christian'
I don't speak of this with pride. When I say... 'I am a Christian'
I'm not trying to be strong. When I say.. 'I am a Christian'
I'm not bragging of success. When I say... 'I am a Christian'
I'm not claiming to be perfect, When I say... 'I am a Christian'
I still feel the sting of pain.. When I say... 'I am a Christian'
I'm not holier than thou, I am a Christian.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008 An Obituary like I've never seen before
Wednesday, February 19, 2008 Dancing With God When I meditated on the word Guidance, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing. When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn't flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky. When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music. One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing Lightly in one direction or another. It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully. The dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other. My eyes drew back to the word Guidance. When I saw "G": I thought of God, followed by "u" and "God, "u" and "i" dance" God, you, and I dance. As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I would get guidance about my life. Once again, I became willing to let God lead. My prayer for you today is that God's blessings and mercies are upon you on this day and everyday. May you abide in God, as God abides in you. Dance together with God, trusting God to lead and to guide you through each season of your life.
And I hope you Dance! —Kim Wednesday, February 19, 2008 Wednesday, February 13, 2008 I was there...Wednesday, February 13, 2008 People Come Into Our Lives People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on. Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season! LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Wednesday, February 13, 2008 Here's a link that was sent to me. Wednesday, February 13, 2008 GRANDPA'S HANDS! Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking, he said in a clear strong voice. I didn't mean to disturb you, grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK I explained to him. Have you ever looked at your hands he asked. I mean really looked at your hands? I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making. Grandpa smiled and related this story: Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life. They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle. Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friends foot. They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ. I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandpa's hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and wife I think of grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel his hands upon my face.
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