Mud Puddles and Dandelions 

When I look at a patch of dandelions, 
I see a bunch of weeds that are going to 
take over my yard. My kids see flowers 
for Mom and blowing white fluff you 
can wish on. 

When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, 
I see a smelly, dirty person 
who probably wants money and I look away. 
My kids see someone smiling 
at them and they smile back. 

When I hear music I love, I know 
I can't carry a tune and don't have 
rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen. 
My kids feel the beat and move to 
it. They sing out the words. 
If they don't know them, they make up their own. 

When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. 
I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. 
My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, 
until they fall to the ground laughing. 

When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this and give me that. 
My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. 
Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go 
to Heaven yet. I would miss my Mommy and Daddy." 
  
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. 
I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets. 
My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, 
rivers to cross and worms to play with. 

I wonder if we are given kids to teach 
or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children!! 
"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you 
may look back and realize they were the big things." 

~Author Unknown~

Is  it any wonder that Jesus loves the little children?
When I read this story, it made me stop and think.   
Oh, to have the innocence of a small child,
to see the beauty in everything around us...
Maybe we all need to stop and look at life
through the eyes of a child. Look for the beauty in
people that we meet. Look for the beauty of the things
that God has created. Live for the moment,
and drink in the beauty of what life has to offer us.
We only pass by this way once,
so take time to stop and smell the roses.
We are the children of the world, and
Jesus  loves the little children...

 ©*ZIPLO* 

Jesus Loves The Little Children 

Jesus calls the children dear, 
Come to me and never fear, 
For I love the little children of the world; 
I will take you by the hand, 
Lead you to the better land, 
For I love the little children of the world. 
Jesus loves the little children, 
All the children of the world. 
Red and yellow, black and white, 
All are precious in His sight, 
Jesus loves the little children of the world. 
I am coming, Lord, to Thee, 
And Your soldier I will be, 
For You love the little children of the world; 
And Your cross I’ll always bear, 
And for You I’ll do and dare, 
For You love the little children of the world. 
Jesus died for all the children, 
All the children of the world. 
Red and yellow, black and white, 
All are precious in His sight, 
Jesus died for all the children of the world. 
Jesus is the Shepherd true, 
And He’ll always stand by you, 
For He loves the little children of the world; 
He’s a Savior great and strong, 
And He’ll shield you from the wrong, 
For He loves the little children of the world. 
Jesus loves the little children, 
All the children of the world. 
Red and yellow, black and white, 
All are precious in His sight, 
Jesus loves the little children of the world
      
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Tabby and I love to hear from you.
Thanks
*ZIPLO*

  

              

A Cowboy's Easter

Irish Jig

    

 

Tabby and I hope you come back real soon...

   March 2002