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Pounding In and Pulling Out Nails

When my daughter was confronted with the fact that she had hurt
another child with a mean comment, she cried and wanted to apologize.
That was a good thing, but I wanted her to know an apology can't
always make things better.
I told her the parable of Will, a nine-year-old whose father
abandoned his mom two years earlier. Will was angry, and he often
would lash out at others with hurtful words. He once told his mom, "I
see why Dad left you!"
Unable to cope with his outbursts, she sent Will to spend the summer
with his grandparents.
His grandfather's strategy to help Will learn self control every time
he said a mean thing was to make him go into the garage and pound a
two-inch-long nail into a 4x4 board. He couldn't return until the
nail was all the way in.
For a small boy, this was a major task. After about ten trips to the
garage, Will began to be more cautious about his words. Eventually,
he even apologized for all the bad things he'd said.
That's when his grandmother came in. She made him bring in the board
filled with nails and told him to pull them all out. This was even
harder than pounding them in. After a huge struggle, he did it.
His grandmother hugged him and said, "I appreciate your apology and,
of course, I forgive you because I love you. But I want you to know
an apology is like pulling out one of those nails. Look at the board.
The holes are still there. The board will never be the same. I know
your dad put a hole in you, but please don't put holes in other
people. You`re better than that."

thank you for being a friend

Four Seasons of a Tree

Don't judge a life by one difficult season.

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn to not judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no - it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed, he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but one season in the tree's life.

He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are - and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life - can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Thank You for your friendship.
May God Bless You now and always!
Mary

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Proverbs 4:23...Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.

The Wolves Within

An old Grandfather, whose grandson came to him with anger at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice, said, "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times."

He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way."

"But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather solemnly said, "The one I feed."