Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Helpful Tip Tuesday: 11 Questions Kids Can Ask A Grandparent

"If the conversation doesn't flow freely between your kids and their grands, consider these ways to jump-start it.

 1.  What was Daddy like as a kid? What was your favorite thing to do together?

 2.  How did you and Grandma first meet?

 3.  What jobs have you had? What was the        worst? The best?

 4.  Whom did you look up to when you were a      kid?

 5.  Can you tell me about the day Mommy was      born?

 6.  What kinds of toys did you like to play      with when you were little and what          activities did you do for fun?

 7.  What was your hardest chore as a kid?

 8.  Did you or Grandpa play a musical            instrument or a sport? Were you good at it?

 9.  In what ways are you and I the most          alike?

10.  Did my mom give you any trouble as a kid? Can you tell me a story about it?

11.  How did your family celebrate the            holidays when you were a child?"

~taken from Parents Magazine, pg. 183, Sept. 2014


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

True Love


Old Fashioned Children at the Beach Illustration
"A person who feels loved, lives with relief that they do not have to perform. They live with joy to know they are acceptable as they are. They live with hope because they are not alone."
~Sally Clarkson

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Power Of Praise

Vintage Apple Blossom Image

Praise unlocks heaven's portals;
Praise causes doubts to cease;
Praise brings precious blessings;
Praise leaves the sweetest peace.

Praise breaks all bands asunder;
Praise sets the captives free;
Praise lightens every burden;
Praise is the master key.

Praise changes circumstances;
Praise establishes the heart;
When praise becomes perpetual,
Praise is a Holy Art.

-Francis Metcalfe


Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The Touch of the Master's Hand Poem


'Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on. 
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

~Myra Brooks Welch
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