Life is Beautiful, no matter what ! The very thought that each is doing his or her best where ever situated gives a soothing calm to my heart. Four of us and each in a different part of the globe move on with zest, yes living with joy and making the best of Gods chosen options for each of us. Few have this opportunity to enjoy the various flavors of life. Mishaps and disappointments in life are a part of our journey but hope and faith keeps us going…this beautiful mind of our has learnt to forgive,forget and finally repress unhappy thoughts and visions. So be it ! No one was born with us…and we shall leave alone too, then why hurt for the few who have never cared to check on our existence. Do remember, each unhappy experience happens only to teach us a lesson. It’s Gods way of forewarning us…tough, trying and heart breaking it might be but never means an end of hope or happiness. So what if your Silver plate has tarnished, polish it a little and it shall shimmer again…thus is life ! Keep the lamp burning, life is Beautiful !
She was newly wed and all family waited with high expectations…knew only some of everything but not all,no-one however realised that a young bride of 21 years needed time to gain experience before doing things with perfection.
Every few days some folly took place and she thought this is the last, never again shall i let such a thing happen but blunders came so naturally it seemed amusing !
The very first happened when she was gifted a round portable oven to bake cakes and pizzas. After great effort and going through recipe books she was baking a cake… so fantastic that her heart grew larger just as the cake kept rising inside the hot oven. Now was time to check if it was done, it looked a beautiful brown and bloated ready to be savoured quickly. So with all good intention she picked the cover and carefully placed it on a chair close by……….. and there ! disaster happened !!! There was a perfect round circle in the plastic knitted chair, even the moon couldn’t have looked rounder… hell with the cake, now what?.. God save !
She slowly put the chair at the back of the dining table where almost no-one sat and let it rest there till one day her husband asked—‘ Hey ! how did you manage this? ‘ Blunders just happen she said,you don’t plan them. With a tiny family of three it was always easy to catch the culprit.
Another time,when hubby dear and mom-in -law had gone outstation to attend a wedding she rushed to the nearby paint shop and got a can of white enamel paint along with a brush. Soon all the doors which were dark brown transformed to white and surely changed the entire look of the house. Then was time to wait for the two very important people in her life to come and start pouring words of utter praise and appreciation,but holy wrath spelled fury in her mom-in laws eyes…along with normal wooden doors a set of teak doors got painted. So there goes… all effort to please went down the drain and blunder surmounted again.
However it was hubby dear who drove in like an ambulance personified shrieking … Save me my wife!
Adorable indeed, he never got upset with accidents happening over and over. Instead patiently smiled and waited till the next followed, inevitably. So to him she remained ever so grateful…
After Leslie brought home her fiance to meet her parents, her father invited the young man into his study to find out more about him.
“What are your plans?” he asked Joseph.
“I’m a scholar of the Torah,” Joseph replied.
“Well, that’s admirable,” Leslie’s father replied. “But what will you do to provide a nice house for my daughter?”
“I will study, and God will surely provide for us,” Joseph explained.
“And how will you buy her a nice engagement ring?”
“I will study hard, and God will provide for us.”
“And children?” asked the father. “How will you support children?”
“Don’t worry, sir, God will provide,” replied the fiance.
The conversation continued in much the same fashion. After Joseph and Leslie had left, her mother asked her father what he found out.
The father answered,—well, he has no job and no plans, but the good news is that he thinks …..
NINE WORDS WOMEN USE (by-DONNA MOFFITT)
(1) Fine…………. This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five minutes………..! If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing………..! This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
(4) Go ahead………..! This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!
5) Loud sigh……….! This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing………………………………………………………………………….. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That’s okay……….! This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks…………! A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say, ‘You’re welcome’. (I want to add in a clause here: This is true, unless she says, ‘Thanks a lot’. That is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say, ‘You’re welcome’. That will bring on a ‘Whatever’.
(8) Whatever……….! Is a woman’s way of saying…. GO FLY KITE !
(9) Don’t worry about it, I got it………..! Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself.
This will later result in a man asking, ‘What’s wrong?’ For the woman’s response refer to # 3.
* Send this to the men you know, to show them how to avoid arguments.
* Send this to all the women you know, to give them a laugh…. ‘Cuz’ they know it’s true! *
“A VALENTINE DAY SPECIAL ”
‘EXTRACT’ FOR ALL TO ENJOY !!!
Enough is enough !!!
Time n time again i keep forgetting my several keys to different entries. Mom-in-law once told me-‘keep your things safe and locked so that nothing gets misplaced’, i took the advice rather too serious. I made sure all was locked in and safe till i started acting smart by changing places of my keys, consequently hiding them from myself more then anyone.
To top it i became forgetful and lots of times it took me moments before Mr.Brain sent me waves of recollection, making me feel i had won the battle for that particular day atleast !
Gradually, my forgetfulness kept increasing with the inevitable journey through years. Can you beat it,barely at 32yrs of age one fine day when my little daughter walked up to me in school, it took me couple of seconds to remember,’Gosh ! that’s my baby. Oh God what was happening to me..? Guess its the stress in life that often puts the mind in such a confused state, exasperating though. Sure must be happening to so many people so i was no exception.
Slowly my forgetfulness took a humourus twist,decided many times not to hide things but by then it had become a habit for me…… calling trouble on myself frequently.
Now done with my forty’s i must buy myself all non stick and black enamelled cookwear cause that is how most of my pots and pans will look with frequently forgetting them on the oven, rather fire!
Finally let me tell you one thing there is a catch here, my trouble is only with the short term memory and immediate happenings,slowly thoughts do fall back in place. Infact,there are several incidents i remember from my childhood rewinding back to 4 years of age.
So lets call this selective forgetting, should we ? A boon at times when you would rather let bad incidents take a back seat and stay forgotten forever……..
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.– At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage,so stop a moment and give it a thought !!!
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
“I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three.Have & shall always love all of you…!”
They say time heals the saddest happenings and the worst calamities one is forced to face but i refuse to agree this time,some tragedies just seem so fresh every time you look back.
We were born of the same parents,grew together under the same roof and in the very same loving arms.Never in my vaguest dreams did i think he would disappear from my vision forever.I despairingly search for him in person but lo he ain’t around and this truth my heart fails to reason.
God keep him safe in your haven if this be your wish, i too will join him one day then fight it out with him…
He always fretted this unfortunate circumstance,and promised his dear ones he wouldn’t allow death to come his way…frail as he stood,fighting each day on sheer guts and wits. However none could help…the best doctors ,the most expensive medication and facilities,my silent prayers all failed hopelessly……………..a strong soul in a feeble shell.
He who i lost was too precious,my little brother who often exasperated me with his tricks and crazy tantrums…i beg God love him lots and hope you’ve put him in a healthy shell this time.
His memories live with me,often i feel his presence so vivid.Was couple of years younger but ever since i remember he protected me like an elder brother.There was a strong sense of helplessness when he knew he wouldn’t make it to the end of the road…telling me i’ll never see my daughter as a bride so i want to let her dress well now.Our mother was fashionable and very stylish in her times so that was perhaps the reflection he wanted to see in his daughter.
Few understood his state of mind, all were busy in our own ordeals of life leaving a soul not fully attended and when rescue was rushed the hours ran few. Repentance persists at leisure now,so let me promise to make all i know feel loved and immensely loved.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
~ David Grayson