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Story of the week.
I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my
reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said
good-bye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved
ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son
stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown. He walked away, his little
heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. While I lay awake
that night in my bed, God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the
children you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he
brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood
very quietly not to
spoil the surprise. You never saw the tears that filled his little
eyes."
By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall. I
quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Please wake up, little one," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em out
by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd
like 'em, especially the blue." I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the
way I acted
today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." He said, "Oh, Mom,
that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Son, I love you too, and I
do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working
for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left
behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think
of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our own family, an
unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU!
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