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The small things in life in a few paragraphs and snapshots

Weekly Photo Challenge: Love

Weekly Photo Challenge: Love

 

A Father’s Prayer

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.

Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.

Build me a son whose heart will be clean, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.

And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, “I have not lived in vain.”

— General Douglas MacArthur

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Messy Fingers

A poem by Debra S. Higginbotham

Sticky fingers ‘ tangled hair,
scattered crayons, everywhere.
Fancy artwork ‘ on the wall ‘
drawn by midgets ‘ three feet tall.
Tell me why ‘ and tell me how ‘
that was mine ‘ I want it NOW!
Fix my bike. Buy me gum.
If you have it, I want some.
Dirty faces, grass-stained knees,
learning words ‘ like pretty please.
Endless hugs & goofy wet kisses,
learning respect with ‘Mr.’ & ‘Mrs.’
Scraped-up hands, from falling down.
Tender tugs – – on my night gown.
Need more paper ‘ for Santa’s letter?
I wasn’t so bad ‘ but I’ve been better.
Watching a movie ‘ again and again ‘
Mommy, please ‘ put the tape back in.
Messy fingers ‘ hair gone wild ‘
all in the life ‘ of a precious child !!

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