God is at the window !

Welcome to 129^th Monday Musings !

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There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm.

He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target.

Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.

As he was walking back he saw Grandma’s pet duck.

Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it.

He was shocked and grieved!

In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his Sister watching!

Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

After lunch the next day Grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.”

Then she whispered to him, “Remember the duck?’

So Johnny did the dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, ‘I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.

Sally just smiled and said, “well that’s all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help?”

She whispered again, “Remember the duck?”

So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.

After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s; he Finally couldn’t stand it any longer.

He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.

Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, “Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but I have forgiven you, because I love you”

I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.

Moral of the story:

Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done ? And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc…)  Whatever it is, You need to know that:

God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life and He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven.

He’s just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.

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The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness;

He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God’s grace and mercy that we are saved.

Go ahead and make the difference in someone’s life today.

Make it a great Week !

Shailesh

The Cockroach Theory - Response Vs Reaction !

Welcome to 128^th Monday Musings !

This is beautiful speech by Sundar Pichai who is a senior executive at Google, sharing with you the same.

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At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.

She started screaming out of fear. With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.

Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.

The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but …it landed on another lady in the group.

Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.

The waiter rushed forward to their rescue.

In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.

The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt.

When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior?

If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed?

He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.

It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.

I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.

It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.

More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.

Moral of the story :

I understood, I should not react in life. I should always respond. The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.

Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always well thought of.

A match stick has a head but not a brain, It burns with a small friction

however we have both head and brain, and whenever situation arises we should use our brain.

Remember

Respond, Don’t React

Make it a great Week !

Shailesh

Mother’s Day

Welcome to 126^th Monday Musings !

Yesterday being ‘Mother’s Day’, and This week being mothers’ week, I am dedicating this Monday Musing to all mothers .

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A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.

As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.

He asked her what was wrong

and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."

The man smiled and said, "Come with me. I'll buy you a rose."

He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.

As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.

She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."

She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.

Moral of the story :

The most beautiful necklace a mother can wear is not gold or gems, but her child’s arm around her neck (This can never be replaced by flowers), for those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom’s presence on Earth Make sure see gets it.

It didn’t take long man to realize that How loving is that girl, who after death of her mother gave her a flower and how stupid he was sending wired flowers to his mother though she is alive.

The most beautiful person on this earth, our best critic, yet our strongest supporter, "M o t h e r"

It takes a Mother's Love, to make a house a home,

A place to be remembered, no matter where we roam.

It takes a Mother's Patience, to bring a child up right,

And her Courage and her Cheerfulness to make a dark day bright.

It takes a Mother's Thoughtfulness to mend the heart's deep "hurts,"

And her Skill and her Endurance to mend little socks and shirts.

It takes a Mother's Kindness to forgive us when we err,

To sympathize in trouble and bow her head in prayer.

It takes a Mother's Wisdom to recognize our needs

And to give us reassurance by her loving words and deeds.

It takes a Mother's Endless Faith,  her Confidence and Trust

To guide us through the pitfalls of selfishness and lust.

And that is why in all this world there could not be another

Who could fulfil God's purpose

as completely as a MOTHER!

Make it a great Week !

Shailesh