March 26, 2004

• He Only Takes The Best

  
  

   

  
  

  Happy Birthday Mama

  
  

  God saw she was getting tired
  and a cure was not to be.
  So he put his arms around her
  and whispered, “Come with me.”

  
  

  With tear-filled eyes we watched her
  suffer and fade away.
  Although we loved her deeply,
  we could not make her stay.

  
  

  A Golden heart stopped beating,
  hard-working hands put to rest.
  God broke our hearts to prove to us
  he only takes the best

  
  

  ~Author Unknown~
  IN LOVING MEMORY
  Gone now to heaven, as was her Master’s will,
  Leaving behind to be cherished by many
  Are memories of  my Mama.

  
  

  Named.Daisy Mae Brooks Thurman

  
  

  March- 20-1904- January-5-1998

  
  

  

  
  

  Hello everyone im taking a little while off from this painting lol. I think ill turn my gas heat off for good  i cant believe how it yellows things up yukka!

  
  

  
  

  Im a long way off from being done probley another week because im painting ceilings also.But i wanted to visit you’ll before the weekend and let you’ll know i miss you everyone.

  
  

  The weather has been so good but rain is supposed to move in tonight.I sure will be glad when i can get outside to make my garden.

  
  

   

  
  

  Well ill get outta  here and go rest have a great weekend and come paint with me lol.

  
  

   

  
  

  For the garden of your daily living, plant three rows of peas:
  1. Peace of mind.
  2. Peace of heart.
  3. Peace of soul.

  
  

   

  
  

  Plant four rows of squash:
  1. Squash gossip.
  2. Squash indifference.
  3. Squash grumbling.
  4. Squash selfishness.

  
  

   

  
  

  Plant four rows of lettuce:
  1. Lettuce be faithful.
  2. Lettuce be kind.
  3. Lettuce be patient.
  4. Lettuce really love one another.

  
  

   

  
  

  It is no garden without turnips:
  1. Turnip for meetings.
  2. Turnip for service.
  3. Turnip to help one another.

  
  

   

  
  

  To conclude, our garden we must have thyme:
  1. Thyme for each other.
  2. Thyme for families.
  3. Thyme for friends.
  4. Thyme spent daily with God.

  
  

   

  
  

  Water freely with patience and cultivate with love.

  
  

  There is much fruit in our garden because we reap what we sow.

  
  

  
   

  
  

  A Cracked Pot?
  Author Unknown

  
  

  A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck and shoulders. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

  
  

  For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

  
  

  After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”

  
  

  “Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”

  
  

  “I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts”, the pot said.

  
  

  The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”

  
  

  Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

  
  

  The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side?

  
  

  That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”

  
  

  Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there. There is a lot of good in you!

  
  

  Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.

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