Always in our prayers.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
When God Created Fathers by Erma Bombeck
by Erma Bombeck
When the good Lord was creating fathers He started with a tall frame.
And a female angel nearby said, “What kind of father is that? If You’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have You put fathers up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping.”
And God smiled and said, “Yes, but if I make him child-size, whom would children have to look up to?”
And when God made a father’s hands, they were large and sinewy.
And the angel shook her head sadly and said, “Do You know what You’re doing?” Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on ponytails or even remove splinters causedby baseball bats.”
And God smiled and said, “I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day … yet small enough to cup a child’s face in his hands.”
And then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders.
And the angel nearby had a heart attack. “Boy, this is the end of the week, all right,” she clucked, "Do You realize You just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?”
And God smiled and said, “A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle, or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus.”
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer.
“That’s not fair. Do You honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?”
And God smiled and said. “They’ll work. You’ll see. They’ll support a small child who wants to ‘ride a horse to Banbury Cross,’ or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill.”
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm, authoritative voice; eyes that saw everything, but remained calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears.
Then He turned to the Angel and said, “Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?”
The angel shuteth up.
And a female angel nearby said, “What kind of father is that? If You’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have You put fathers up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping.”
And God smiled and said, “Yes, but if I make him child-size, whom would children have to look up to?”
And when God made a father’s hands, they were large and sinewy.
And the angel shook her head sadly and said, “Do You know what You’re doing?” Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on ponytails or even remove splinters causedby baseball bats.”
And God smiled and said, “I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day … yet small enough to cup a child’s face in his hands.”
And then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders.
And the angel nearby had a heart attack. “Boy, this is the end of the week, all right,” she clucked, "Do You realize You just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?”
And God smiled and said, “A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle, or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus.”
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer.
“That’s not fair. Do You honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?”
And God smiled and said. “They’ll work. You’ll see. They’ll support a small child who wants to ‘ride a horse to Banbury Cross,’ or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill.”
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm, authoritative voice; eyes that saw everything, but remained calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears.
Then He turned to the Angel and said, “Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?”
The angel shuteth up.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
I AM THANKFUL:
For the Wife 
who says it's hot dogs tonight because she is home with me & not out with someone else.
For the Husband
who is on the sofa being a couch potato because he is home with me & not out at the bars.
For the Teenager
who is complaining about doing the dishes because it means she is at home, not on the streets.
For the Taxes I Pay
because it means I am employed.
For the Mess to Clean After a Party
because it means I have been surrounded by friends
For the Clothes That Fit a Little Too Snug
because it means I have enough to eat.
For My Shadow That Watches Me Work
because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a Lawn That Needs Mowing, Windows That Need Cleaning & Gutters That Need Fixing
because it means I have a home.
For All the Complaining I Hear About the Government
because it means we have freedom of speech.
For the Parking Spot I Find at the End of the Parking Lot
because it means I am capable of walking & I have been blessed with transportation.
For My Huge Heating Bill
because it means I am warm.
For the Lady Behind Me in Church Who Sings Off Key
because it means I can hear.
For the Pile of Laundry & Ironing
because it means I have clothes to wear.
For the Weariness & Aching Muscles at the End of the Day
because it means I am capable of working hard.
For the Alarm That Goes Off in the Early Morning Hours
because it means I am alive.
And Finally For Too Much Email Because It Means I Have Friends Who Are Thinking of Me.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Words to Ponder
I was watching the movie "The Lake House" when Sandra Bullock's character said these words. How simple a question, yet how meaningful they are.
My answer would probably always be....a hug.
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