When I look at a patch of dandelions,
I see a bunch of weeds
that are going to take over my yard.
When I hear music I love,
I know I can't carry a tune
and don't have much rhythm,
so I sit self-consciously and listen.
My kids feel the beat and move to it.
They sing out the words.
If they don't know them,
they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face,
I brace myself against it.
I feel it messing up my hair
and pulling me back when I walk.
My kids close their eyes,
spread their arms and fly with it,
until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray,
I say thee and thou
and, grant me this, give me that.
My kids say,
"Hi God! Thanks for my toys
and my friends.
Please keep the bad dreams away tonight.
Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet.
I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it.
I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets.
We are so obsessed with "doing",
that we have no time,
and no imagination left for "being".
As a result,
people are valued not for what they are
but for what they do or what they have –
for their usefulness. 2
You can chase a butterfly
all over the field and never catch it.
But if you sit quietly in the grass
it will come and sit on your shoulder. 3
I wish you Big Mud Puddles
and Sunny Yellow Dandelions!!!
My kids see flowers for Mom and
blowing white fluff you can wish on.
Enjoy the little things in life,
for one day you may look back
they were the big things!
Life is not measured
by the number of breaths we take
- but by the moments
that take our breath away.
|I wonder if we are given kids
- or to learn from?
No wonder God loves the little children!
 -Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions
 ~Thomas Merton
 ~Author Unknown
Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions
|MorningStar Inspirations from
Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside Assistance For Your Journey Through Life
- Dedicated to helping people return (and maintain) sanity and decency to life -
From the eBook: "One! The Journey hOMe", by Klaas Tuinman © 2007-2017
Questions and comments welcomed.
When I look at an old drunk
and he smiles at me,
I see a smelly, dirty person who
probably wants money and I look away.
My kids see someone smiling at them,
and they smile back.
My kids sit in it.
They see dams to build,
rivers to cross,
and worms to play with.
|We collect the moments one by one: that's how the future is done.