|Prior Date||Archive Index||Next Date|
WITandWISDOM(tm) - March 14, 2003
The flack is always the heaviest closest to the target. - Boyd K. Packer
Source: Inspire, http://www.inspirelist.com/
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
She stood in the shelter of the little red playhouse shedding silent tears. Her mom had just said goodbye for the day, leaving her at the day-care center.
I invited 2-year-old Sarah to go for a walk around the play yard. As I held her tiny hand I sang, "Shall we go for a walk today and see what God has made?" We stopped now and then to identify different things "God had made," such as flowers and leaves of a tree.
Each morning after that Sarah came to me and tugged on my hand, indicating that she was ready for her walk.
Today, two years later, as I entered the play yard my eyes rested on 2-year-old Nichole standing in the shelter of the little red play-house. Silent tears fell from her eyes. I started toward her, but before I could reach her Sarah walked up to her and took her hand. With a little smile she led Nichole on a walk, singing, "Shall we go for a walk today and see what God has made?"
By Gloria Carby
Source: Women Of Spirit, http://www.womenofspirit.com
Submitted by Nancy Simpson
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
Matt went into Doc Steven's office for his annual checkup, and the Doc asked if there was anything unusual he should know about.
That left it pretty wide open, so he told the Doc that he found it real strange how his suit must've shrunk just sittin' in his closet, because it didn't fit when he went to get ready for a wedding recently.
The Doc said, "Suits don't shrink just sittin' there. You probably just put on a few pounds, Matt."
"That's just it, Doc, I know I haven't gained a single pound since the last time I wore it."
"Well, then," said Doc, "You must have a case of Furniture Disease."
"What in the world is Furniture Disease?" Matt asked.
"Furniture Disease, Matt, is when you reach that stage in life when your chest starts slidin' down into your drawers."
Source: The Funnies, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/andychaps_the-funnies
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
A husband and wife were involved in a petty argument, both of them unwilling to admit they might be in error.
"I'll admit I'm wrong," the wife told her husband in a conciliatory attempt, "if you'll admit I'm right."
He agreed and, like a gentleman, insisted she go first.
"I'm wrong," she said.
With a twinkle in his eye, he responded, "You're right!"
Source: Colorado Comments, http://coloradocomments.com/
At 4 years old, my son Robby was old enough to sled by himself. Before I could even get his little brother Joseph out of his car seat, Robby and his snow tube were halfway up the hill. I paused to watch Robby on his first "solo slide." Everything was fine until he hit a large bump. Robby flew into the air and landed in a seated position on the back of another boy's sled. The two of them slid to the bottom together. The sled owner was baffled when he turned around and saw Robby seated behind him.
By Mary Lee Mead, Baldwinsville, New York
Source: Focus on the Family - February/March 2003, http://www.family.org