Do you have people in your life who annoy the hell out of you? Sure you do, none of us are perfect – but if we learned to live with the imperfections of our fellow man, we could all benefit in some way or another.This fable explains it perfectly.
The hedgehog is the ideal animal to demonstrate this fable; you will see why as you read on (isn’t he just the cutest little thing)?
It was the coldest winter ever and many animals died because of the cold.
The hedgehogs, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. This way they covered and protected themselves, but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions. After a while, they decided to distance themselves from each other but they soon began to die – alone and frozen.
So they had to make a choice – either accept the quills of their companions, or disappear from the earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together.
They learned to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the warmth at came from the others. This way they were able to survive.
Moral of the story :
The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person’s good qualities.
The real moral to this story could be to learn to live with the pricks in your life – just sayin’.
I am one of the survivors of the recent hurricane.
As the storm approached, I prayed that God would steer it in another direction because I live in a mobile home as do my parents. But God did not honour that request and set it on a path straight to us.
My father is dying of cancer and could not possibly go to a shelter so we opted to ride out the storm all together in my mobile home.
As the winds blew, I sat and prayed and wondered if God knew what He was doing? He kept firmly in my mind that if He brings me to it, He will surely bring me through it.
The most we suffered was a blown out screen on a porch enclosure. As thousands were without power, we never lost ours which was a TRUE blessing as my father would not have survived the heat.
My mother who was in need of a new roof on her home (but unable to afford it) was blessed (yes blessed) to have a tree come through her roof. Now insurance will provide the new roof.
The moral of this story?
When you think God does not hear, let me assure you that He does
…maybe just not the way you want.
~A MountainWings Original by Beth Dewey~
You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11, 2001? Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke-filled room with a man who called his wife to say “Goodbye.” I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, “Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is okay…I am ready to go.”
I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn’t coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. “I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!” I said. “Of course, I will show you the way home – only believe in Me now.”
I was at the base of the building with the priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?Read More »
Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads, there lived a little water beetle in a community of water beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond with few disturbances and interruptions.
Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their friend was dead, gone forever.
Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what he had found at the top.
When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying.
So, fly he did! And, as he soared he saw the beauty of a whole new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never known existed. Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking by now he was dead. He wanted to go back to tell them, and explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended. But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he understood that their time would come, when they, too, would know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off unto his joyous new life!
“All wonders you seek are within yourself.” ~ Sir Thomas Browne
Ruth just received a letter. Once again she looked at the envelope. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter one more time…
I’m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I’d like to stop by for a visit.
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.”
With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. “Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner.”Read More »
Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without really realizing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.
So while we wait in line …. Make moments count.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready to meet God.
Above all else …. Make sure you tell your people that they are loved and that your faith is strong in Jesus and not this world! Tag a friend that needs this! ♥️
by Joshua Harris.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for one wall covered with small index card files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “People I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for my life. Here were written the actions of every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have Bertrayed.”
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.Read More »