“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.
"Why are you crying?" a little boy asked his Mother.
"Because I'm a Mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him tightly and said, "You never will!"
Later the boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God.
When he got God on the phone the man asked, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"
God said, "You see, when I made mothers, they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children."
"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining."
"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better, and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears."
"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.
Somebody's Mother
The woman was old and ragged and gray, And bent with the chill of a winter's day; The streets were white with a recent snow, And the woman's feet with age were slow.
At the crowded crossing she waited long, Jostled aside by the careless throng Of human beings who passed her by, Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,' Come happy boys, like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep; Past the woman, so old and gray, Hastened the children on their way.
None offered a helping hand to her, So weak and timid, afraid to stir, Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet Should trample her down in the slippery street.
At last came out a merry troop The gayest boy of all the group; He paused beside her and whispered low, 'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go.'
Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so without hurt or harm he guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were young and strong; Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content.
'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged, and poor and slow; And some one, some time, may lend a hand To help my mother- you understand?- If ever she's old and poor and gray, And her own dear boy so far away.'
'Somebody's mother' bowed low her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said Was: 'God be kind to that noble boy, Who is somebody's son and pride and joy.
~ Mary Dow Brine
In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.
On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.
“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.
"Why are you crying?" a little boy asked his Mother.
"Because I'm a Mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him tightly and said, "You never will!"
Later the boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God.
When he got God on the phone the man asked, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"
God said, "You see, when I made mothers, they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children."
"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining."
"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better, and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears."
"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.
Somebody's Mother
The woman was old and ragged and gray, And bent with the chill of a winter's day; The streets were white with a recent snow, And the woman's feet with age were slow.
At the crowded crossing she waited long, Jostled aside by the careless throng Of human beings who passed her by, Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,' Come happy boys, like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep; Past the woman, so old and gray, Hastened the children on their way.
None offered a helping hand to her, So weak and timid, afraid to stir, Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet Should trample her down in the slippery street.
At last came out a merry troop The gayest boy of all the group; He paused beside her and whispered low, 'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go.'
Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so without hurt or harm he guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were young and strong; Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content.
'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged, and poor and slow; And some one, some time, may lend a hand To help my mother- you understand?- If ever she's old and poor and gray, And her own dear boy so far away.'
'Somebody's mother' bowed low her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said Was: 'God be kind to that noble boy, Who is somebody's son and pride and joy.
~ Mary Dow Brine
In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.
On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.
“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.”
In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.
On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Native American mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.
Finding Inner Peace Midst the New World To find inner and true peace can be a challenge for more than one reason. Our society is more connected than ever before, but this connection doesn’t always provide the comfort that we crave. We are constantly bombarded with news updates, social media posts, and instant messaging alerts which perpetuate our feelings of never being “good enough”. At the same time, it can be hard to step away from all of this noise because of how much work needs to get done. Don't listen when your heart , worn and tired, tells you to give up. Don't give up! Your heart needs a rest and nourishment. In God , there is rest for all who are exhausted; in his promises there is enough food for the weary soul. Spend your time on this earth loving not judging. Sending Love and Blessings to all .
Nothing of great value has ever be attained without
a great battle, Do not let adversity rob you of life's
riches yet to be discovered.. Let faith. hope, and love be your constant companions and fill your soul with encouragement. You are awesome my friend .Love and Blessings
You must become the Rock the River cannot wash away .Speak your Voice. Dance! My Father is the Universe, My Mother Earth is the Sky, My Temple is Nature, My Friends are the Animals, The Forests and the Seas, and My Tribe is all of you. Wakan Tankan Nici Un May the Great Spirit Walk With You!
I believe in life we should be grateful Of what we have and who we are. A human being means be alive And being alive means taking authority of your life.
When you meet challenges stand your ground And don't be moved by the wind A human being is like tent, Has no foundation, when it rains it gets wet When the wind blows it goes to whichever direction the wind takes it to
With time it gets torn and has to be patched up, that is a life of a man We go through different challenges in life; They should make you and not break you They ought to make you strong And not discourage you; do not hold to the situation Go through it and live on, But remember the lesson learned through it
Live according to Gods calling; move in love, love peace and happiness Life is too short to live in bitterness, anger and negativity Empower yourself And take authority; stop looking for wrong in others Treasure the little that you have, work on it, be happy and appreciate life Do what you do best, Last but not least humble yourself, and let people see God through you
When you're criticizing others, And are finding, here and there, A fault or two to speak of Or a weakness you can tear: When you're blaming some one's weakness, Or accusing some of pelf - It's time that you went out To take a walk around yourself.
There's lots of human failures In the average of us all, And lots of grave short comings In the short ones and the tail; But when we think of evils Men should lay upon the shelves, It's time we all went out To take a walk around ourselves.
We need so often in this life This balancing of scales, This seeing how much in us wins And how much in us fails; But before you judge another - Just to lay him on the shelf - It would be a splendid plan To take a walk around yourself.
HAPPY EASTER "Easter is the only time when it’s perfectly safe to put all your eggs in one basket." – Evan Esar
Stand close to the people who understand suffering
but who cling to the truth . These people are the
greatest allies of the wounded; these people are the
ones who faithfully dispense both compassion and
challenge at the times we need then most.
Throw a single ray of light across the darkened path
of another, Happy Trails . Blessings and Love Friend
Rather than trying to destroy the darkness, create more light.
Rather than trying to destroy hate with hate, create more love.
Rather than trying to destroy the ignorant, provide information.
Rather than trying to destroy ideas you dislike, spread the ones you do.
Rather than being upset about the messy drawer, clean it out.
Rather than focusing on people and news you don't like, create more love by focusing on those you do.
You can squander your lives trying to tear down those with whom you disagree or you can put your time to good use by empowering those you love. Choose love, dear friends. Choose life. Choose creation over destruction. You will be the ones who benefit from such endeavors, and your world will benefit as well.
It was a cold and silent night. The weather was cold. A group of monkeys was on a tree. They were clinging to its branches. One of the monkeys said, “I wish we could find some fire. It will help us to keep warm.”
Suddenly they noticed a flock of fireflies. One of the young monkeys mistook it for fire, so he grabbed the firefly. He put it under a dry leaf and started blowing at it. Some other monkeys also joined in his efforts.
Meanwhile, a sparrow came flying to its nest on the same tree the monkeys were sitting on.
She noticed what they were doing. The sparrow laughed. She said, “Hey silly monkeys, that is a firefly, not real fire. I think all of you should take shelter in a cave.”
The monkeys did not listen to the sparrow. They continued to blow at the poor firefly.
After some time, the monkeys became very tired. Now they realized that what the sparrow had said was correct. They set free the firefly and moved to a nearby cave.
