Morning Air Show


A baby asked God, the Heavenly Father :
“They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to
live there being so small and helpless?”
“Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”
The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to
do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”
God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you.   In
addition, you will feel your angel’s genuine love and warmth, and you will
be very happy.”
Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when
people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”
God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you
will ever hear, and with much patience and care.  Your angel will lovingly
teach you how to speak.”
“And what am I going to do when I wish to talk to you?”
God said, “Your guardian angel will place your hands together and will
teach you how to pray.”
“Who will protect me?”
God said, “Your angel will defend you at all costs,  even if it means
risking its life.”
“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”
God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you
the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could
be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please
tell me my angel’s name.”
“You will simply call her, ‘Mom’.”


Just  love this…From a Child to Mom…
Slow down mummy, there is no need to rush,
 Slow down mummy, what is all the fuss?
 Slow down mummy, make yourself a cup tea.
 Slow down mummy, come spend some time with me.
 Slow down mummy, let’s pull boots on for a walk,
Let’s kick at piles of leaves, and smile and laugh and talk.
 Slow down mummy, you look ever so tired,
 Come sit and snuggle under the duvet, and rest with me a while.
 Slow down mummy, those dirty dishes can wait,
 Slow down mummy, let’s have some fun – bake a cake!
 Slow down mummy, I know you work a lot,
But sometimes mummy, it’s nice when you just stop.
 Sit with us a minute, And listen to our day,
 Spend a cherished moment,
Because our childhood won’t stay!
 -R. Knight

MOMMY MONDAY (2/23/15)

The Prognosis

A young mother who had been diagnosed with a treatable form of cancer returned home from the hospital, self-conscious about her physical appearance and loss of hair following radiation. Upon sitting down on a kitchen chair, her son appeared quietly in the doorway, studying her curiously. As his mother began a rehearsed speech to help him understand what he was seeing, they boy came forward to snuggle in her lap. Intently, he laid his head to her chest and just held on. His mother was saying, "And sometime, hopefully soon, I will look the way I used to, and then I'll be better." The young child sat up thoughtfully. With six-year-old frankness, he simply responded, "Different hair, same old heart." His mother no longer had to wait for "sometime, hopefully soon" to be better. She was. Rochelle M. Pennington


In the Genes

A young woman named Mary gave birth to her first child, and because her husband was on military duty, she spent a couple of weeks after the birth at the home of her parents. One day Mary mentioned to her mother that she was surprised the baby's hair was reddish, when both she and her husband were blonde. "Well, Mary," said her mother, "you must remember, your daddy's hair is red." "But Mamma," said Mary, "that doesn't make any difference because I'm adopted." With a little smile, Mamma said the loveliest words that her daughter had ever heard: "I always forget."
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