of Family Life
Proverbs 15:15 All the days of the afflicted are evil:
but he that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast.
A little boy was in a relative's wedding. As he was coming down the aisle he would take two steps, stop, and turn to the crowd (alternating between bride's side and groom's side). While facing the crowd, he would put his hands up like claws and roar... So it went, step, step, ROAR, step, step, ROAR all the way down the aisle.
As you can imagine, the crowd was near tears from laughing so hard by the time he reached the pulpit.
The little boy, however, was getting more and more distressed from all the laughing, and was also near tears by the time he reached the pulpit.
When asked what he was doing, the child sniffed and said, "I was being the Ring Bear...."
Hello, folks. I so enjoy meandering through the many articles you have, and today I particularly enjoyed the lighthearted and sweet stories of the behavior of children: the ring bear and the little boy who prayed for a new bicycle.
I'm not expecting you to print the story about my old bicycle, but I just want to share it because I think the things that affect us in childhood stay with us all our lives. I was a sickly child and couldn't play outside very much without having a terrible bouts with asthma. Through many years of shots and medication I finally outgrew all evidence of this awful disease, but it left me permanently weakened in that I tire very easily if I overdo. This sort of existence is very lonely for an only child, but I had my dolls and make-believe friends and storybooks to keep me company on the many days I couldn't go to school.
By the time I was ten years old I really, really wanted a bicycle. My parents wondered if this were a good idea considering my health, but the real issue was that we simply didn't have the money for extras. But the topic of a bicycle for me was discussed quietly when they thought I was asleep. As I listened at the living room door, I heard my parents and grandparents discussing the problem of buying a bicycle, and my grandfather said he would do a paint contracting job for a man he knew who owned a bicycle shop.
So they made a trade, and I was told that on my tenth birthday I'd get the new bike. I remember sitting on the front steps watching the road near our house, and soon I saw a black pickup truck coming up the road and there was a bicycle in the back! I was overjoyed and rode up and down our road the rest of that day while my family looked on and smiled. Neighborhood children came out for a look, and I let them have rides on my new treasure.
I rode that bicycle for most of my life until it finally ended up in our basement when it became almost impossible to find parts and large tires. I sometimes regret that I gave the bicycle away once I was into middle age, and every once in a while when I climb onto my new and lighter weight bicycle to go off on an errand I think of my old bike and the fun I had with it. It brings home the point to me that so often we lose the childish joy over little things as we get older, and we certainly lose an apprebliption of simple pleasures. I feel like Steve does when he wants to go back to Dinky Land and play cars with the other kids. I wish I could go back and play with the neighborhood kids on my old green bicycle. - Jan L.
The Trouble Tree
The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked topiano coversd the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss. Afterpiano coversd, he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again."
"Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before." (author unknown)
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD:
Proverbs 18:22 Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the LORD.
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids?
If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. How old are you?. "I'm four and a half!" You're never 36 and a half. You're four and a half... going on five!
That's the key! You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. How old are you? "I'm gonna be 16." You could be 13, but hey, you're *gonna* be 16!
And then the greatest day of your life happens... you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony; ~~* YOU BECOME 21 *~~ In fact, it even has an offiblipl title, you are "of age."
But then you turn 30. Ooohhh what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. "He TURNED, we had to throw him out." The reality of life sets in and you're just an old sourpuss.
What's wrong?? What changed?? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the breaks, it's all slipping away.
Before you know it, you REACH 50... and your dreams are gone. But wait, you MAKE IT to 60. You didn't think you'd would!!!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50, and MAKE IT to 60. You've build up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that, it's a day by day thing; you HIT Wednesday. You get into your 80's, and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch. You TURN 4:30. You REACH bedtime. (My grandmother won't even buy green bananas. It's an investment you know, and maybe a bad one.)
And it doesn't end there. Into the 90's you start going backpiano coversds; "I was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again; "I'm 100 and a half!!!"
A Sweet Story of Testimony
My son, Josiah, who's 4, has been wanting a bike for several months. He has taught himself to ride a bike just from the few times recently that we've visited friends whose children have bikes. After he asked a couple of times, I simply told him that he was just going to have to put it before the Lord, and leave it there. (New bikes are running $50 and up!!)
Anyway, the other day we were at Wal*Mart and he saw the bikes as we passed by them on the way to somewhere else. "Mom, I've been talking to God at naptime about a bike, and I heard him say that I could have one."
"Really?" I smiled, distracted as I was with trying to get everything on my list. I pondered my son's answer for a moment and then forgot about it. Yesterday I visited a new thrift shop that has opened up at the end of our street. I was about to leave there when my eyes fell on a bike tire poking out from under some trash bags of unsorted goods. "How much do you want for that bike?" I asked. Fourteen dollars was the answer given. She unburied it. I looked at it. A pink girl's model, in good shape. They can share it, I thought. (Josiah has a twin sister, Abigail.) Is that a good price for used one, I wondered? What will my husband think? I told her I'd take it, not remembering until today that it was an answer to my son's prayer.
And so we wanted to share this with you. Even when we are too distracted with things, God is not. God is a God who loves us and I think His heart is espebliplly tender topiano coversds the prayers of little ones. Praise God for building my son's faith! (And mine, too.)
Made nigh by the blood - Lisa G.
... Suffer the little children to come unto me,
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