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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The King's Bread

The King had food to give. 
But, the rich did not take it. They were self-satisfied. 
It was the poor that could not believe their good fortune.
The needy never say no to help.  I remember distributing sandwiches once to the homeless -- those that literally had one set of clothes and a box to call home.  They knew they were in need.  So, when offered help, they called themselves fortunate and took the offer without hesitation.  They knew they'd be a fool to let it pass them by.
I saw myself in their eyes -- not in the physical sense, but the spiritual sense.  I am a woman in need.  I'd be lying if I said otherwise.  And, the minute I admit that truth is the minute that I am able to receive the King's Bread.

Monday, October 15, 2012

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Yep! Sofa Chats can now be found on Facebook.  Simply search for "Sofa Chats"

"Like" if you'd like!  It will be a place of daily encouragement and my "Living Room" is open to your comments and interaction.  Swing on by!  -- Valerie B.

Thursday, October 11, 2012


"Follow Through!" 

I can still hear my softball coach.  She knew that a good batter doesn't just go after the ball half heartedly.  If you're gonna swing, SWING.  Be all or nothing.  Let the ones that are out-of-reach go by.  But, if you're gonna take a crack at it, then darn it -- swing that bat!  Swing it like you mean it!  And, follow through with the whole swing!

I don't play softball anymore, but I am still remembering that advice in the game of life. 

Don't put a ring on my finger and promise to love me forever, only to decide at the 7th inning stretch that you've got the 7 year itch. 

Don't decide that you want to have a baby without considering all the sacrifices.  Neglected children are often the result of people that only 'half swing' in raising them.

Are you discovering your gifts and the call on your life?  Remember -- Home-runs only happen when players follow through.

Go the distance.  Swing that bat. 
The only thing that you can lose is your regret.


Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Uprooting

There was a flower that grew in the middle of a wide open pasture.  It enjoyed the field immensely.  It basked on the sunny days but enjoyed the Spring rain on it as well.  No matter the season, it was a content and joyful flower.

But, one day, the strangest thing happened.  A large bird came down from the sky and without reason or warning, swooped down and snatched the flower right up from its home and carried it away.

How confused and devastated the flower was! At first, it was a startled and scared, but then it became increasingly angry.  Where was this bird taking him??  The flight seemed to last forever.

Without warning again, the bird let go of the flower and let it spiral downward into a small yard.

"Lovely"  the flower thought.  "Now what?  How will I ever get home?  How will I even survive after being so abruptly uprooted!  The flower became very sad as it lay there contemplating its impending doom.  Its petals and its hope began to wilt in the hot noon sun. 

But, then...splash!  Suddenly, the flower was drenched from top to bottom.  A large garden hose, controlled by a large husky man, hovered over it.  The man had seen the flower while watering his lawn.  He took pity and saw that the flower still had life in it.

With a grunt, the man bent down and picked the flower up gently.  After placing it in a small pot, he set it on his window sill where the sun came in brightest.  For a short time, the flower felt comfortable and at rest.  But, soon, the flower grew too big for the small temporary pot it was put in.  The man saw it was time for the plant to move. 

So, the man lifted the pot, shook the flower into his hand and carried it outside.

"You need a more spacious place to bloom, little flower." the man said in a deep voice.  "But, I can not provide such space here." 

And, with that the flower was put into a bigger pot, placed on the back of a truck with other flowers just like it, and hauled away. 

The flower was once again very confused but it had grown to trust the man who cared for it.  The flower knew the man would not have uprooted him without good reason.

The truck carried the flower many miles until finally it came to a stop at a large hospital.  The workers on the truck pulled all the flowers from the truck and began to carry them to the hospital courtyard.  One by one, they were planted in a beautiful and spacious space.  The flower was happy that it was not alone in his new home.  It knew it had been taken to a safe place for it to grow and bloom fully.

The next day, the nurses from the hospital began to wheel patients into the hospital courtyard.  The flower noticed that none of the patients had hair. 

One of the nurses pointed to the beautiful flower garden and said, "These flowers were planted here just for you and the other patients, Lilly."

Lilly smiled and looked right at the flower that had been through so much trauma and confusion of its own.  With a tear in her eye, Lilly said, "Thank you.  Thank you little flower for being here.  You have no idea how much this means."