A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push. “Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is 3:00 in …Read More »
— Author Unknown Are you almost disgusted with life, little man?I’ll tell you a wonderful trickthat will bring you contentment, if anything canDo something for somebody, quick! Are you awfully tired with play, little girl?Wearied, discouraged, and sick –I’ll tell you the loveliest game in the world,Do something for somebody, …Read More »
I believe for every drop of rain fallsA flower grows I believe that somewhere in the darkest nightA candle glows I believe for everyone who goes astraySomeone will come To show the wayI believe, I believe I believe above the storm the smallest prayerCan still be heardI believe that someone …Read More »
-- By Al Albrecht, Home Spun Poems
I love walking in the rain,
Listening to its pitter pat.
As it falls so softly,
Upon my old felt hat.
To smell the freshness in the air,
As is gently falls to earth,
Bringing freshness to everything,
And giving forth new birth.
As it causes seeds to sprout,
And everything to grow,
It washes off God's pretty greens,
In winter, it is snow.
I love to walk out in the rain,
What peace comes to my soul.
-- by James A. Plambeck, Copyright 1995
A teacher was walking with his students . . .
A bit further along, the road turned to the right around a hill and a steep valley opened before them. The hillside above them was barren and rocky, but across the valley terraces had been built with rocks to hold the earth. A vineyard had been planted on the terraces, and they could see the green color of the vines and even the purple of ripening grapes. He looked across the valley, then sat down on a stone at the edge of the road and taught them.