HELLO, OPERATOR
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
I need to find my mommy cuz I had a real bad fall.
I tripped over some boxes that are lying on the floor.
Daddy's packing mommy's things, she won't need them any more.
See, mommy went to heaven; it's been a week or two
But I think she might come back -- maybe if she knew
How much we really miss her and how many times we cry.
Daddy said he doesn't understand why she had to die.
So I want you to call Heaven so I can tell her to come home.
Jesus has other Angels, but we're down here all alone.
I want to tell her all about what I did in school today
It would make her smile to know I learned to make an A.
Daddy said you wouldn't know the number at her new house.
But I told him there isn't any number that you don't know about.
So would you look up Heaven and tell me what you see?
I can't do it by myself, because I'm only three.
There once were two rocking chairs, fashioned in a simple
wooden design, sitting side by side - virtual twins in most
respects. The farmer had built the chairs in the earliest years
of marriage and had liberally applied several coats of varnish
while years of use had brought out the creaks and groans
that came with time.
The chairs rested on a wooden slat floor. The joints adopted
the same creak and groan as the years passed by but the
conversations were pleasant and the couple grew in their love
for one another.
Then came the day when an enterprising young salesman passed
by. He visited with the farmer and his wife. He saw the old
wooden chairs on the old wooden floor and lamented the sadness
of it all, "Oh, if only you were so kind as to lend these
old friends a cover. They would serve you with greater comfort
and beauty."
The farmer's wife innocently asked what the young man had in
mind.
"Here, let me show you," he said as he took the lady by the hand
and showed her a piece of carpet and an overstuffed chair
from his truck. She sat in the chair and ran her toes through
the plush carpeting and wondered how it was that she could
have ever been denied such pleasure and comfort.
The farmer was hard pressed to argue with his bride, so he
purchased carpet for his parlor and placed the old wooden
chairs in a nearly forgotten shed while new padded chairs took
up residence in the farm house.
There was a warmth and comfort to the new chairs and floor
covering that pleased the farmer and his wife. She would
often curl up with a book while he would frequently fall asleep
in the welcoming relief of the chair. Neither seemed to
remember just when they stopped talking.
Years passed and the carpet began to show the lowest level of
thread. The farmer noticed the beautiful hard wood between
those threads and remembered the old days when he walked
on the creaking cold floor now muted somewhat by the carpet.
"Honey," the farmer's wife called out, "I believe there is
something wrong with my chair."
Upon inspection, the well worn fabric revealed a broken spring.
"I think I can fix this," the farmer smiled at his wife, "You
just go on to town and get what you need and everything will
be right as rain when you get back."
"Thank you dear," the farmer's wife smiled as she walked out
the door.
The farmer worked hard getting the chair in useable shape and
when his wife returned home she was more than a little
surprised.
You see, the farmer removed the old carpet and returned
the faithful wooden rocking chairs to their home in the corner.
It suddenly occurred to the farmer's wife that this was as it
should be. She had missed the chairs and the honest noise
that came with creaking floors. More than all she had missed
the conversation.
The farmer and his wife learned a valuable lesson that we all
must learn - for every action, there is an equal and opposite
reaction. By seeking greater comfort they lost a willingness
to interact with each other, they settled for something
good when there was a 'best' that they had left neglected
in a shed.
Often there are decisions we make that seem to save us time
and energy. They seem to make our lives easier. However,
there is truth to the old statement that "often our possessions
possess us." We may come to believe that we always need
to seek something bigger and better or that we need to try to
remove every bit of discomfort from our lives. Who knows, God
may have been using those discomforts (large or small) to
teach us something better or to keep us alert to what He
may be trying to tell us.
We might even learn that our best comfort is found in Him.
Is there any area of your life that might benefit from wooden
chairs and hard wood floors?
I do not mail idea-central unsolicited. If you are receiving this newsletter from me it's because you have subscribed to this mailing list. If you receive this newsletter and are not a subscriber then someone, other than me, has forwarded it to you.
| Normal Subscribe: | idea-central-subscribe@welovegod.org |
| Normal Unsubscribe: | idea-central-unsubscribe@welovegod.org |
| Web Subscribe: | idea-central-allow-subscribe@welovegod.org |
| Web Unsubscribe: | idea-central-allow-unsubscribe@welovegod.org |
| Email Group Owner: | idea-central-owner@associate.com |