HAVE A SUNFILLED DAY

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Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul...And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all...Emily Dickinson... Have a sunfilled day... Stay safe... Keep believeing in miracles... Light and Love...

 

 

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Don Piper's Angelic Experience

Don Piper's Angelic Experience I was on my way home from a convention, heading to Alvin, Texas, where I served as a minister at South Park Bapt...

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Life is a series of thousands of tiny miracles. Just for today I will notice them and be grateful

 

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Today's Feel Good Message

A RED MARBLE

During the waning years of the depression, in a small southeastern Idaho community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller's roadside stand for farm-fresh produce, as the season made it available. Food and money were still extremely scarce, and bartering was used, extensively.

One particular day, Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, Hungrily looking at a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy, next to me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?" "H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas ... sure look good." "They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?" "Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time." "Good. Anything I can help you with?" "No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas." "Would you like to take some home?" "No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with." "Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?" "All I got's my prize marble here." "Is that right? Let me see it." "Here 'tis. She's a dandy." "I can see that. Hmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" "Not 'zackley .....but, almost." "Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble." "Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said: "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes ,or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps."

I left the stand, smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later, I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently, I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community, and while I was there, learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening, and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

Upon our arrival at the mortuary, we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line, were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits, and white shirts ... very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing smiling and composed, by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her, and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary, awkwardly wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story about the marbles. Eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. "Those three young men, who just left, were those boys. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last ,when Jim could not change his mind about color or size... they came to pay their debt. We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but, right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho." With loving gentleness, she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three, exquisitely shined, red marbles.

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Thought for the Day

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Wednesday November 16th 2016 “If you always do what you always did, you will always get what you always got.” ~ Jackie “Moms” Mabley Loretta Mary Aiken (March 19, 1894 – May 23, 1975), known by her stage name Jackie “Moms” Mabley, was an American standup comedian. A veteran of the Chitlin’ circuit of African-American vaudeville, she later appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show and The Smothers Brothers Comedy H

 

November 16

Helping others helps the soul

to evolve in goodness and in the light.

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Working peacefully in a group In order to work peacefully in a group do the following: Give your idea as an expert, with authority and enthusiasm, then let go of it, but listen carefully and with interest to the ideas of others. Love is shown through respect. When you respect, you can speak up clearly and the rest will listen to you.

No one in this world is pure and perfect. If you avoid people for their mistakes, you will be alone in this world .So judge less and love more.

If you see the world with the vision of love, you will find everything so beautiful and meaningful.

[Hippy ✌️]