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Hand Prints On The Wall

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One day as I was picking the toys up off the floor
I noticed a small hand print on the wall beside the door.

I knew that it was something that I'd seen most every day but this time when I saw it there I wanted it to stay.

Then tears welled up inside my eyes, I knew it wouldn't last for every mother knows, her children grow up way too fast.

Just then I put my chores aside and held my children tight.

I sang to them sweet lullabies and rocked into the night.

Sometimes we take for granted all those things that seem so small.

Like one of God's great treasures..... a small handprint on the wall.

The First Parent

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Whenever your kids are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought
that even God's omnipotence did not extend to his kids. After creating heaven
and earth, God created Adam and Eve. And the first thing he said to them
was: "Don't."

"Don't what?" Adam replied.
"Don't eat the forbidden fruit."

"Forbidden fruit? Really? Where is it?"


"It's over there," said God, wondering why he hadn't stopped after making
the elephants.

A few minutes later God saw the kids having an apple break and he was
angry. "Didn't I tell you not to eat that fruit?" the first parent asked.

"Uh-huh," Adam replied.
"Then why did you?" "I don't know," Adam answered.

God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own.
Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed.

But there is a reassurance In this story. If you have persistently and lovingly

tried to give them wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself.
If God had trouble handling children, what makes you think it would be a piece
of cake for you?

We Often Learn The Most From Our Children

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Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

He was embarrassed by his earlier over-reaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?"

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.