S. Cohen - Sedona
It's a typical Sunday morning. Sheila's asleep, Molly the Wonder Dog is at my feet and as usual I can't sleep past 7:30. I've given up trying to figure out how my brain works and why I wake up out of a sound sleep with such random topics on my mind.
I get a great little magazine called "The Week" and there's a section called Only in America. Over the last few months, I read the story of a teacher who didn't allow a pre-school student to eat the Oreos her mother packed in her lunch. The teacher decided they weren't nutritional and sent a note home to the mother. Then there was the student who was sent home because a kid sneezed in class, and she said, "Bless you." Last, there was the volunteer at a voting site during the last election who was removed because each time somebody turned in their completed ballot she said, "Thank you for voting, God bless you."
Every week there's a new Only in America story that leaves me shaking my head. Well, this morning while I know it's taboo to talk about God in a blog, it just seems right. Sheila and I spend a lot of time talking about God. Even though we grew up in totally different environments, we're not that far apart.
So, at the risk of losing a few readers, I found a quote from Mother Teresa that I just enjoyed so much.
I get a great little magazine called "The Week" and there's a section called Only in America. Over the last few months, I read the story of a teacher who didn't allow a pre-school student to eat the Oreos her mother packed in her lunch. The teacher decided they weren't nutritional and sent a note home to the mother. Then there was the student who was sent home because a kid sneezed in class, and she said, "Bless you." Last, there was the volunteer at a voting site during the last election who was removed because each time somebody turned in their completed ballot she said, "Thank you for voting, God bless you."
Every week there's a new Only in America story that leaves me shaking my head. Well, this morning while I know it's taboo to talk about God in a blog, it just seems right. Sheila and I spend a lot of time talking about God. Even though we grew up in totally different environments, we're not that far apart.
So, at the risk of losing a few readers, I found a quote from Mother Teresa that I just enjoyed so much.
We need to find God, and he can't be found in noise and restlessness.
God is the friend of silence.
See how nature --trees, flowers, grass--grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon , and the sun, see how they move in silence.
We need silence to be able to touch souls.
God is the friend of silence.
See how nature --trees, flowers, grass--grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon , and the sun, see how they move in silence.
We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Wishing all of you an amazing Sunday and the rest of the weekend. Take the time to just silently watch the people you love. Cherish the silence and the pure joy of knowing they're the reason that life's so incredible. And as always, give somebody special an eleven second hug...trust me, don't make it shorter!
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