Monday, June 20, 2005
USE EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVE... EVERYTHING!
Author Unknown
It's a beautiful day in the park and a young father is pushing his screaming child in his stroller. As the father wheels his infant son along the path, he keeps murmuring. "Easy now, Donald. Just keep calm, Donald. It's all right, Donald. Just relax, Donald. It's going to be all right, Donald..." A woman passes by and says to the young father, "You certainly know how to talk to an upset child quietly and gently." The woman then leans ova: the stroller and coos, "What seems to be the trouble, Donald?" And the father says, "Oh. no, no. He's Henry. I'm Donald!"
A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox. He had with him his box of cars and trucks, his plastic pail, and a shiny, red plastic shovel. In the process of creating roads and tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in the middle of the sandbox. The lad dug around the rock, managing to dislodge it from the dirt. With no little bit of struggle, he pushed and nudged the rock across the sandbox by using his feet. He was a very small boy and the rock was huge. When the boy got the rock to the edge of the sandbox, however, he found that he couldn't roll it up and over the little wall. Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed, and pried, but every time he thought he had made some progress, the rock tipped and then fell back into the sandbox. The little boy grunted, struggled, pushed and shoved, but his only reward was to have the rock roll back, smashing his chubby fingers.
Finally, he burst into tears of frustration. All this time the boy's father watched from his living room window as the drama unfolded. At the moment the tears fell, a large shadow fell across the boy and the sandbox. It was the boy's father. Gently but firmly he said, "Son, why didn't you use all the strength that you had available?" Defeated, the boy sobbed back, "But I did. Daddy, I did! I used all the strength that I had!" "No, son," corrected the father kindly, "You didn't use all the strength you had. You didn't ask me." With that the father reached down, picked up the rock and removed it from the sandbox."
Sound familiar? We all have rocks to move, and we will have some more during this coming year. Let's not talk to ourselves like Donald. We need to go directly to our Father to get the job done. Ask for the wisdom, the patience, the grace to see "the light" even in the darkness. It will be given. It has been promised.
It's a beautiful day in the park and a young father is pushing his screaming child in his stroller. As the father wheels his infant son along the path, he keeps murmuring. "Easy now, Donald. Just keep calm, Donald. It's all right, Donald. Just relax, Donald. It's going to be all right, Donald..." A woman passes by and says to the young father, "You certainly know how to talk to an upset child quietly and gently." The woman then leans ova: the stroller and coos, "What seems to be the trouble, Donald?" And the father says, "Oh. no, no. He's Henry. I'm Donald!"
A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox. He had with him his box of cars and trucks, his plastic pail, and a shiny, red plastic shovel. In the process of creating roads and tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in the middle of the sandbox. The lad dug around the rock, managing to dislodge it from the dirt. With no little bit of struggle, he pushed and nudged the rock across the sandbox by using his feet. He was a very small boy and the rock was huge. When the boy got the rock to the edge of the sandbox, however, he found that he couldn't roll it up and over the little wall. Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed, and pried, but every time he thought he had made some progress, the rock tipped and then fell back into the sandbox. The little boy grunted, struggled, pushed and shoved, but his only reward was to have the rock roll back, smashing his chubby fingers.
Finally, he burst into tears of frustration. All this time the boy's father watched from his living room window as the drama unfolded. At the moment the tears fell, a large shadow fell across the boy and the sandbox. It was the boy's father. Gently but firmly he said, "Son, why didn't you use all the strength that you had available?" Defeated, the boy sobbed back, "But I did. Daddy, I did! I used all the strength that I had!" "No, son," corrected the father kindly, "You didn't use all the strength you had. You didn't ask me." With that the father reached down, picked up the rock and removed it from the sandbox."
Sound familiar? We all have rocks to move, and we will have some more during this coming year. Let's not talk to ourselves like Donald. We need to go directly to our Father to get the job done. Ask for the wisdom, the patience, the grace to see "the light" even in the darkness. It will be given. It has been promised.
# posted by F O O D F O R T H O U G H T @ 6:13 PM 
