Monday, May 24, 2010

Have You Come Across Any Blue Roses?

Here is an email someone sent to me, and I thought it was worth sharing!


Having four visiting family members, the wife was very busy, so I offered to go to the store for her to get some needed items, which included light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags, detergent, and Clorox. So off I went.

I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies, and headed for the checkout counter, only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man who appeared to be about sixteen-years-old. I wasn't in a hurry, so I patiently waited for the boy to realize that I was there. This was when he waved his hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice, "Mommy, I'm over here."

It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged, and also startled as he turned and saw me standing so close to him, waiting to squeeze by. His eyes widened and surprise exploded on his face as I said, "Hey Buddy, what's your name?"

"My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother," he responded proudly. "Wow," I said, "that's a cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Steve."

"Steve, like Stevarino?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered. "How old are you Denny?"

"How old am I now, Mommy?" he asked his mother as she slowly came over from the next aisle.. "You're fifteen-years-old Denny; now be a good boy and let the man pass by."

I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several more minutes about summer, bicycles, and school. I watched his brown eyes dance with excitement because he was the center of someone's attention. He then abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section.

Denny's mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me for taking the time to talk with her son. She told me that most people wouldn't even look at him, much less talk to him. I told her that it was my pleasure and then I said something I have no idea where it came from, other than by the prompting of the Holy Spirit.

I told her that there are plenty of red, yellow, and pink roses in God's Garden; however, "Blue Roses" are very rare and should be appreciated for their beauty and distinctiveness. You see, Denny is a Blue Rose and if someone doesn't stop and smell that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their kindness, then they've missed a blessing from God.

She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked, "Who are you?"

Without thinking I said, "Oh, I'm probably just a dandelion but I sure love living in God's garden."

She reached out, squeezed my hand, and said, "God bless you!" and then I had tears in my eyes.

May I suggest that the next time you see a BLUE ROSE, don't turn your head and walk off. Take the time to smile and say Hello. Why? Because, by the grace of GOD, this mother or father could be you. This could be your child, grandchild, niece, or nephew. What a difference a moment can mean to that person or their family.

From an old dandelion!

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

"People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

Saw these 2 on church signs:

You've "done" everything under the sun; now try doing

everything for the "SON"!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Alexander's trip to the ER.....A Tribute to Mothers....



Our sweet little four year old grandson, Alexander, collided with a table Wednesday and had to make a trip to the ER to have his forehead glued back together...he hasn't missed a beat!


I can't say the same for his Mom, Amy. We, Mama's, know when one of our chicks takes a lick, the livin' daylights are scared out of us....both are doing fine.








Real Moms

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** Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.

** Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.

** Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.

** Real Mothers know that dried playdough doesn't come out of shag carpets.

** Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.

** Real Mothers sometimes ask "why me?" and get their answer when a little voice says, "because I love you best."

** Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade... It is marked by the progression of Mama to Mommy to Mom...

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers...and those who play a mother's role in the lives of all children!