Somebody said...

I read this nd decided to share with my blog paddies:

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get
back to normal after you've had a
baby...somebody doesn't know that once you're
a mother, "normal" is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by
instinct...somebody never took a three-year-old
shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is
boring...somebody never rode in a car driven by
a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your
child will "turn out good"...somebody thinks a
child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their
voices...somebody never came out the back
door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball
through the neighbor's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to
be a mother...somebody never helped a fourth
grader with his math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as
much as you love the first...somebody doesn't
have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the
answers to her child-rearing questions in the
books...somebody never had a child stuff beans
up his nose or in his ears.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a
mother is labor and delivery...somebody never
watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first
day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for
military "boot camp."
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her
eyes closed and one hand tied behind her
back...somebody never organized seven
giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after
her child gets married...somebody doesn't know
that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-
law to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her
last child leaves home...somebody never had
grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her,
so you don't need to tell her...somebody ISN'T A
MOTHER!

THE FORGOTTEN DIAMOND

Ashley turned the beautiful stone over and over again in her
hand. “Are you really giving this to me ?” she whispered in
awe and wonder. The thought that her father was giving her
this priceless diamond seemed almost too much to
comprehend.
“Yes, my darling daughter, I am giving you that diamond.
Love and cherish it, and keep it ever in your thoughts.”
Ashley threw her arms around her father’s neck. How she
loved him! She couldn’t imagine life without his love.
For the first several months after Ashley’s father gave her
the diamond, she guarded the diamond as she would her
own life. She spent hours gazing upon it, then went and told
everyone she knew about her father’s marvelous love. Her
heart of gratitude showed in everything she did. She was
kind and loving toward others because her thoughts were
focused on her father’s kindness to her. She was always
eager to serve and praise her father because her thoughts
were completely consumed with him.
I’d like to stop here and say that Ashley faithfully treasured
her diamond for the rest of her life and continually lived in
the same joy she had those firs few weeks. But I’m afraid
that would not be true. Ever so gradually, Ashley began to
become accustomed to the diamond she’d been given.
Although the diamond itself never diminished in value one
bit, she stopped thinking of it as much throughout her day.
While she was still kind toward others and told others of her
father’s love, she did so more from habit and duty than from
gratitude and joy. Her words sounded like hollow
recitations instead of heartfelt realities.
“Ashley, can I talk with you?” Ashley’s friend Eliza asked
one afternoon.
“Of course,” Ashley replied, wondering what Eliza could
want.
“The diamond your father gave you—can you describe it to
me? And can you tell me what that diamond means to you?”
“Why, of course I can,” Ashley replied. She stumbled
through a description that sounded strangely vague even to
her.
Ashley’s encounter with Eliza awakened Ashley’s sleeping
conscience. I have forgotten to gaze upon the diamond my
father gave me! I’ve forgotten to let it bring me joy.
Saddened at her folly, Ashley slowly walked upstairs and
knocked on her father’s study. One look at her father’s face
showed Ashley that he already knew how she had neglected
his treasure.
“Come, my dear, let’s go look at the diamond again
together,” he said as he gently wiped her tears.
With that, Ashley’s father led her to the special case in
which she kept her diamond. Ashley broke into a fresh set
of tears when she saw the diamond. She had forgotten how
beautifully it glittered and glistened! Her heart felt
overwhelmed once again by the incredible gift that her
father had given her.
“Oh, Father, please help me to never forget!” she whispered,
looking up in love and admiration into her father’s face.
“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a
field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for
joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth
that field.” Matthew 13:44

CHANGE- A choice!!!

“But I don’t want to change,” Deborah repeated for what
must have been the fifteenth time that afternoon. For years,
Deborah had lived the life of a pauper. The open sky had
been her shelter; the generosity of passerby’s her income.
Now her father stood before her, offering her what he had
offered her every day of her life—to give her a new life with
him.
“But, Deborah, why would you insist on clinging to your
pauper ways when I offer you a way of escape?”
Deborah could hear the pain in her father’s voice.
Nevertheless, she stubbornly shook her head and replied, “I
don’t want to change,” she repeated again. “I like the way
things are.”
“But just last week, you complained about how you went to
bed hungry. And don’t you remember how miserable life can
be in the rain?”
Deborah paused as she contemplated these points. It was
true. Life could get very miserable out on the streets. But
give up the life she’d known? Oh, no, that she could never
do! She would much rather go on complaining, even while
ignoring the solution to her complaints.
“I can’t change, Father,” Deborah argued. “I’m too set in
my ways. It’s just a hopeless case. I tried a few months
back to give up this life, remember? And the very first day I
was back on the streets! I just can’t help it!”
“Oh, but you could! I would help you! You could come live
with me. I would give you other things to do besides
aimlessly roaming the streets in this fashion. We could have
so much fun together! Oh, do come!” Deborah’s father
reached out his hand as if to invite her to join him in
happiness.
Deborah shook her head. “I just can’t change,” she
repeated.
“You can’t, or you won’t?” The question was made in a
voice barely above a whisper. Deborah made no reply. She
simply turned and walked down the street to continue her
self-imposed miserable life.
Deborah’s father forced back the tears as he watched his
daughter leave. He slowly turned and walked away. He
would come back again tomorrow. Maybe then his daughter
would be ready to accept his gift of love.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten
Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but
have everlasting life.” John 3:16

It's September

Set your Priorities Right
It seems the year as almost ran out or is running out....and it seems like one can't achieve any great thing but that is so untrue....you can, you so can!!!!
Pick up wat you have left and forge ahead. It isn't over until it is over, u don't get to quit in the year until the year ends. So dear paddies, keep your faith...

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