
I'd give up chocolate, but I'm no quitter!
~Author Unknown
"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words." --Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
I see children as kites.
You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.
You run with them until you're both breathless...
they crash...they hit the rooftop...you patch and comfort, adjust and teach.
You watch them lifted by the winds, and assure them that someday they'll fly.
Finally they are airborne;
they need more string and you keep letting it out.
But with each twist of the ball of twine,
there is sadness that goes with joy.
The kite becomes more distant,
and you know it won't be long before
that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together,
and will soar as it is meant to soar,
free and alone.
Only then do you know that you did your job.*
~Author Unknown
*About 18 years ago my mom got this little story in a church class. I read it, loved it and knew someday I was going to have kids and that this was probably how it was going to feel. I have kept this story ever since.
Sophie and Piper hunting for eggs
Those who hated Jesus thought they had put an end to Him forever when the cruel spikes pierced His quivering flesh and the cross was raised on Calvary. But this was the Son of God, with whose power they did not reckon. Through His death came the Resurrection and the assurance of eternal life.
~President Gordon B. Hinckley, May 1996
With sorrow unspeakable those who loved Him placed His wounded, lifeless body in the tomb. Gone was hope from the lives of His Apostles, whom He had loved and taught. He to whom they had looked as Lord and Master had been crucified and His body laid in a sealed tomb. He had taught them of His eventual death and Resurrection, but they had not understood. Now they were forlorn and dejected. They must have wept and wondered as the great stone was rolled to seal the burial place.
Then came a new day, a day that ever after was to be the Lord’s day. In their sorrow Mary Magdalene and the other women came to the tomb. The stone was no longer in place. Curiously they looked inside. To their astonishment the tomb was empty.
~Gordon B. Hinckley, May 1996