Mouse Trap Story… January 21, 2007

 I received this in an email also… something to think about…

Mouse Story …

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his
wife opening a package.

“What food might this contain?” The mouse wondered -
he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.

“There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse,
I can tell this is a grave concern to you but it is of no consequence to
me. I cannot be bothered by it.”

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the
house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The ! pig sympathized, but said, “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse,
but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.
Be assured you are in my prayers.”

The mouse turned to the cow and said, “There is a mousetrap in the
house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off
my nose.”

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the
farmer’s mousetrap– alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house –
like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she
did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.

The snake bit the farmer’s wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a
fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer
took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient.

But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit
with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for
her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great
sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it
doesn’t concern you, remember — when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to
encourage one another.

REMEMBER:
EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON’S TAPESTRY; OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.

One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a friend .

WET PANTS January 21, 2007

I received this in an email the other day! Something to think about…

WET PANTS

Come with me to a third grade classroom… ..

There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle
between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is
going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened.

It’s never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he
will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down
and prays this prayer, “Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now!
Five minutes from now I’m dead meat.”

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a
look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is
carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in
front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself,
“Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!”

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the
boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives
him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children
are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is
wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have
been his has been transferred to someone else – Susie.
She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. “You’ve done enough, you klutz!”

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus,
the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Susie whispers back, “I wet my pants once too.”

May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good.
Remember…. .Just going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any
more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Each and everyone one of us is going through tough times right now,
but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep
the faith.

My instructions were to pick four (4) people that I wanted God to
bless, and I picked you. Please pass this to at least four (4) people you
want to be blessed and a copy back to me.

This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we
receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let’s continue to pray for one another.

The prayer:
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and those that I
care deeply for, who are reading this right now. Show them a new revelation
of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit
at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy.
Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace.
Where there is need, I ask you to fulfill their needs. Bless their homes,
families, finances, their goings and their comings. Amen.
(If the Lord lays upon your heart to send this to more than four
“4″ people, you are truly blessed).

Life’s Bank Account January 5, 2007

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who
is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably
coifed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to
a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making
the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby
of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual
description
of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his
window.

“I love it,” he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old
having just been presented with a new puppy.

“Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room; just wait.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” he replied.

“Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like
my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged … it’s
how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. “It’s a decision
I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day
in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that
no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the new
day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away.

Just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you’ve put in.

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank
account of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.
I am still depositing.” Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3 Live simply.
4.. Give more.
5. Expect less.