Is Anyone Watching?
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of the Catholic elementary school for lunch.
At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted it on the apple tray:
“Take only ONE. God is watching.”
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, “Take all you want. God is watching the apples..’
Reflections: Swimming lessons anyone?
As I enjoyed watching the Olympics the last few weeks, the discipline and commitment that each Olympian strives to achieve are amazing.
Every time I see or hear about the Olympics, I think about my daughter who became intrigued with the swimmers. I would find her in the living room practicing the butterfly stroke with the swimmers on our shag carpet. Every day she came home after school to practice. And at night I would find water on the bathroom floor as she perfected her strokes.
We soon learned that she be going on a kindergarten school trip. The class was going to a swimming pool, and she did not know how to swim. And the trip was only a week away. So we went and bought a new swimsuit for the occasion, but caution our daughter not to go into the deep end because swimming around the living room does not make her a swimmer. But, she kept insisting that she knew how to swim, after all, she had practiced!
The day arrived, and Lyle took her to school that morning and again cautioned her not to go into the deep end. He got a smile, hug, and a wave as she headed for the bus and her friends.
We waited impatiently until the time arrives to pick her up, and Lyle raced down to the school to get her.
As she got into the truck, she was unusually quiet, so Lyle asked her how the day went. And with a surprised look on her face, she said,” I jumped into the deep end of the pool, and I almost drowned?”
She was so convinced that she knew how to swim. After all, she learned all the strokes and had practiced with the best. The only thing she was missing though was the water!!!
Although we laugh at remembering this story, I wonder how many times do I think I know what’s best for myself too?
Those times when I don’t want to bother God with my problems. And when I try to fix them myself I only I only make them worse. I was so sure I knew how to do it. I used God as my last resort when He should be my first. Is it pride or stubbornness that keeps me from asking for His help? © In:
Psalm 121:1-3 (NLT)
I look up to the mountains— does my help come from there?
My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth!
He will not let you stumble; the one who watches over you will not slumber.
Do yo ever feel like God has too much to do to take care of your little problems?
Thank you, dear friends for spending your time with me, Have a wonderful weekend be safe. Hugs to all.
Lovingly, Karan
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A While Back I found myself in a place of discouragement. Wondering if the goals and dreams God had placed in my heart were achievable anymore. The way forward seemed so complicated and the challenging, I wasn’t sure I had the enough energy to finish.