Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Mon, 03 May 1999 09:38:07 -0400
"It's a Mom Thing"
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said,
"I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for
the next day's lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls,
took meat out of the freezer for supper the following
evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar
container, put spoons and bowls on the table and
started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes into the dryer, put a
load of clothes into the wash, ironed a shirt and
secured a loose button. She picked up the newspapers
strewn on the floor, picked up the game pieces left on
the table and put the telephone book back into the
drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a
wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned
and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher,
counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a
textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a
birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the
envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store.
She put both near her purse. Mom then creamed her
face, put on moisturizer, brushed and flossed her
teeth and trimmed her nails.
Hubby called, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat
outside, then made sure the doors were locked. She
looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside
lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the
hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up
still doing homework. In her own room, she set the
alarm, laid out clothing for the next day, straightened
up the shoe rack. She added three things to her list of
things to do for tomorrow.
About that time, the hubby turned off the TV and
announced to no one in particular, "I'm going to bed,"
and he did.
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"Under Her Wings"
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Part, forest
rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the
inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally
petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground
at the base of a tree.
Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over
the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks
scurried from under their dead mothers wings, instinctively
knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have
flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies.
When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched
her small body, the mother had remained steadfast.
Because she had been willing to die, those under the
cover of her wings would live.
"He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings
you will find refuge... (psalms 91:4)" Being loved this
much should make a difference in your life. Remember
the One who loves you and then, be different because
of it."
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