I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth
I know not where...
And the song,
from beginning to end,
I found again
in the heart of a friend.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
A friend is...
Someone who understands your past
Believes in your future
And accepts you just the way you are.
Plant a word of love heart-deep in a person's life
Nurture it with a smile and a prayer and watch what happens.
Heart of the Matter
Teaching creative writing to an elementary-school class, I closed with a question: "How do you know your grandmother loves you?" A little boy waved his hand with enthusiasm. When I called on him, he said, "I know my grandma loves me ‘cause when I look in her eyes, I can see all the way to her heart."
~Author Unknown (from Grandparenting by Grace)~
A mother who had a rather large number of children was being interviewed by a newspaper reporter. He asked, "Which one of your children do you love the most?" Her reply indicated what a wise and loving mother she was: "I love the one most who is away from home until he returns; the one who is sick until he is well; the one who is hurt until the hurt disappears; and the one who is lost until he is found."
A young mother who had been diagnosed with a treatable form of cancer returned home from the hospital self-conscious about her physical appearance and loss of hair following radiation. Upon sitting down on a kitchen chair, her son appeared quietly in the doorway studying her curiously. As his mother began a rehearsed speech to help him understand what he was seeing, the boy came forward to nuggle in her lap. Intently, he laid his head to her chest and just held on. As his mother was saying, "And sometime, hopefully soon, I will look the way I used to, and then I'll be better," the boy sat up thoughtfully. With six-year-old frankness, he simply responded, "Different hair. Same old heart." His mother no longer had to wait for "sometime, hopefully soon" to be better. She was.
~Rochelle M. Pennington~
Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them become what they are capable of being.
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. They are but trifles, to be sure but, scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
Measuring a Life
My deeds will be measured not by my youthful appearance,
But by the concern lines on my forehead,
The laugh lines around my mouth,
And the chins from seeing what can be done
For those smaller than me or who have fallen.
Lighthouses don't ring bells and fire guns to call attention to their light ... they just shine!
Mother Teresa's Answer
A simple woman named Mother Teresa was awarded a Nobel Peace Prize for her work in Calcutta among members of India's lowest caste. She cannot save all India, so she seeks the least redeemable, the dying. When she finds them, in the gutters and garbage dumps of Calcutta's alleys, she brings them to her hospital and surrounds them with love. Smiling women daub at their sores, clean off layers of grime, and swaddle them in soft sheets. The beggars, often too weak to talk, start wide-eyed at this seemingly misdirected love offered so late in their lives. Have they died and gone to heaven? Why this sudden outpouring of care — why the warm, strengthening broth beting gently spooned to their mouths?
A newsman in New York — properly outfitted in a three-piece suit, taking cues from an off-camera TelePrompter — confronted Mother Teresa with a similar line of questioning. He seemed pleased with his acerbic probing. Why indeed should she expend her limited resources on people for whom there was no hope? Why not attend to people worthy of rehabilitation? What kind of success rate could her hospital boast of when most of its patients died in a matter of days or weeks? Mother Teresa stared at him in silence, absorbing the questions, trying to pierce through the facade to discern what kind of a man would ask them. She had no answers that would make sense to him, so she said softly, "The people have been treated all their lives like dogs. Their greatest disease is a sense that they are unwanted. Don't they have the right to die like angels?"
~Dr. Paul Brand and Philip Yancey (from Fearfully and Wonderfully Made)~
I renounce my desire for human praise,
For the approval of my peers,
The need for public recognition.
I deliberately put these aside today,
Content to hear you whisper,
"Well done, My faithful servant."
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