Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts

Sunday, January 31, 2021

Sunday Morning Sunshine! Happy birthday, Jonathan!

 Our youngest grandson celebrated his ninth birthday this week! 

It seems like only yesterday we were carrying him around, enjoying his babyhood! 

Alas, he's growing up.

We've enjoyed watching it,

and it's exciting to see the changes in him.

He's still so imaginative



So creative:  A hat for protection from bees:


And an all-around good boy!
Love him!







Friday, June 05, 2009

Rites of Passage

Regardless of what you think about it, it has merit. Hope you enjoy it today!

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage?
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it.
He cannot cry out for help to anyone.
Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.
He cannot tell the other boys of this experience,
because each lad must come into manhood on his own.
The boy is naturally terrified.
He can hear all kinds of noises.
Wild beasts must surely be all around him.
Maybe even some human might do him harm.
The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump,
but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold.
It would be the only way he could become a man!
Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared
and he removed his blindfold.
It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night,
protecting his son from harm.
We, too, are never alone.
Even when we don't know it, God is watching over us,
sitting on the stump beside us.
When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.
Moral of the story:
Just because you can't see God,
doesn't mean He is not there.

Quote:
Only that day dawns to which we are awake. --Henry David Thoreau

Blessings

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