…especially around Easter…

Miss Beatrice, The church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married.

She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all.

One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.

As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cute glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom!

When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat.

The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.

‘Miss Beatrice’, he said, ‘I wonder if you would tell me about this?’
pointing to the bowl.

‘Oh, yes,’ she replied, ‘Isn’t it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven’t had the flu all winter?’

Don’t the prices make you sick?

A man was exploring caves by the Seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn’t look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him.

As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could. He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!

Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had l eft.

Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!

It’s like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn’t look like much from the outside. It isn’t always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it. We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.

There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.

May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.

A friend of mine sent this to me. I am so glad she did. I wonder why people cannot see past the clay. Why many people see themselves as better than others and/or treat others as if we are just that clay rocks with no worth. We all have a worth and many of us are priceless. Too bad these other people will be like the man in the beginning throwing away a treasure. It is their loss and our gain. Tell me about a special treasure in your life.

Yesterday was here
Now it is gone
Today is here to stay
Tomorrow is always a day away

Yesterday was your mistake
Today is a mistake
Tomorrow is to plan not for the mistake

Live each day as it comes
Since each has a Yesterday, a Today, and a Tomorrow.

Written by a 16 year old me.

If I were a flower, my bud would just be emerging. Consider the blog and its demands Spring’s gentle rain.

Writing when I was younger came so easy; I use to write all types of material. Poems were my favorite. I put all my feelings into words. How I felt. How I saw life. How people had touched my heart both with love and betrayal.

I was looking back at my posts. This made me wonder where the writer in me went.

After much thought the only thing I can conceive is a lack of practice. I have not spent time writing. Recalling my written words as a young woman it came back to me. I spent many a day writing and rewriting the words on the pages until it came natural to me. Then I grew to like my work (we are our own worst critic)

My solution to this it to spend time with my emotions to write and rewrite as I once had. Proof read and rewrite and proof read again. I want to be the best I can be for you and for me. I want to have something worth reading, maybe even entertaining. With this I ask for your patience in the adventure as I find the writer in me once again. Some will be bad, some will be good, but I can’t wait until some are great!

A fellow co-worker of two years said goodbye to the 9 to 5 hustle and bustle of office life to take on the challenge and adventure of starting her own business with her hubby. I will never forget the day I interviewed her; swamped with work, my boss was vacationing in North Carolina.

A phone call came from the other building asking me to stop what I was doing to interview this young lady: She had a heavy accent and had never held a paying job before, but see if we could fit her into customer service.
Not sure if I wanted to pull my hair out or be grateful for the break, I said send her over.

She was the sweetest person I had had the pleasure of meeting in a very long time. I told the hiring staff I would give her a chance and so far it’s the best decision I’ve made at this company. She started that afternoon, the extra pair of hands that I needed so badly.

Cabbage Patch went on to learn many different departments in the company and you could count on her for anything at anytime. I miss her.

I want to send her my prayers as it has been almost 2 months since she set out to follow her dreams. May they be all she wants them to be and so much more. She deserves all that life has to offer.

My hubby is a gadget man; he always wants the newest in toys.

Years ago when the Q phone came out he had to have it. He went from to another to another until he gave up and settled for something different.

I like to keep the same phone until I can’t replace it anymore. SO in January Hubby found that Sprint had a new Q like phone. He has the worst luck with cellular phones. He had this one replaced 3 times before he chose the LG Black Rumor. He loved it because of the full key board for texting.
He turned into a text fiend and I was getting frustrated because I didn’t like to text.

For his birthday he took me out and got me the white one. I can not tell you how much I LOVE this phone. It is the easiest phone I have ever owned and was very happy after I used it. I live to text too now. LOL

Anyway, back to hubby… His phone has a defect in it; every time you hit the down key from the main screen it turns it self off. It does this in a few places. So on Saturday we took it to the sprint store to get it checked. While waiting to be helped I saw they now have a green one. I WANT IT! Anyway they had to replace his. They tried to give him a white one. NOT! He said “if I wanted a white I would of gotten a white one”.
The girl told him that he’d have to take the white because they didn’t have any black left.

He told the girl “so if all you had was Pink I would have to take a pink one. I think NOT”
The girl finally changed it for a brand new one. I wonder how long before it acts up. My question is why can’t my white one need to be replaced and all the have it the Green one. I want the green one.

You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I’ve ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.

Last night I went to a Mary Kay career night with my friend Roberta, an independent consultant.

I can not even being to tell you how nervous I was. I arrived early because it just didn’t pay to go home and then back again. What a great opportunity; I wish I had done it sooner. I met some great people and even found some potential mew customers!
One woman wanted to put something together for her parent’s anniversary that included their 10 grand children. So I look forward to assisting her build a story book for them. Another was excited because her daughter was in Washington, DC on a school trip. She told me she would love to have one of these but she just was not creative and had even less time. “What I really need is someone who can do it for me”. My response was that could be arranged too. We laughed she walked back to me and we talked about how to get it started. There were a few others who had similar needs and I’m really looking forward to assisting each and every one in their quest to create lasting memories.

Roberta and I went to grab something to eat, but it was after 10:00 pm and everything was closed, even McDonald’s, IHop, & BK. We wound up waiting for 30 minutes to have a sit down meal, but I’m not complaining, because it gave us time to catch up. With one thing and another, we’d not seen each other for many years. We always talked on the phone and kept in touch… but just never were able to get together.

On the way home I took a wrong turn. What should have been a twenty minute drive turned into a 65 minutes drive. Arriving home at 1:36 am, all I could do was drop into bed.

Needless to say I’m tired today, but still luxuriating in the memories that we made last night.