Skip to main content

My Darling Daughter.

My dear girl, the day you see I'm getting
old, I ask you to please be patient, but
most of all, try to understand what I'm
going through. If when we talk, I repeat
the same thing a thousand times, don't
interrupt to say: "You said the same thing
a minute ago"... Just listen, please. Try to
remember the times when you were little
and I would read the same story night
after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don't want to take a bath, don't be
mad and don't embarrass me. Remember
when I had to run after you making
excuses and trying to get you to take a
shower when you were just a girl?
When you see how ignorant I am when it
comes to new technology, give me the
time to learn and don't look at me that
way ... remember, honey, I patiently
taught you how to do many things like
eating appropriately, getting dressed,
combing your hair and dealing with life's
issues every day... the day you see I'm
getting old, I ask you to please be patient,
but most of all, try to understand what
I'm going through.
If I occasionally lose track of what we're
talking about, give me the time to
remember, and if I can't, don't be
nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know
in your heart that the most important
thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don't let me
move as quickly as before, give me your
hand the same way that I offered mine to
you when you first walked. When those
days come, don't feel sad... just be with
me, and understand me while I get to the
end of my life with love. I'll cherish and
thank you for the gift of time and joy we
shared. With a big smile and the huge
love I've always had for you, I just want
to say, I love you ... my darling daughter.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

When Helping is not Helping

Having the desire to help others is the calling that brings many into the “helping professions.” For others, it is the day to day service that we do for our families, children and others we work for/or/with. There is a fine line however when helping is not really helping, but rather a barrier that leads to stagnation or worse yet, fosters an unhealthy dependence. Indicators of when helping is NOT helping: 1. When the help we provide is not accepted by others The term I’ve used for years is when helping leads to “help rejecting complainers.” When our helping leads others to excuse themselves of embracing the help, then rejecting it, or avoiding it. This is not a judgment of our help or our intent, but of others’ readiness to change. They may simply not see the same way as you do. They may not value the same things. 2. When the help leads others to make the same poor decisions Any change effort has to be embraced as well as given. It is hard to un...

WHERE SHALL WE GO?

When we can no longer differentiate a church from a social gathering, and all what we do in church is to just have fun. When we can’t differentiate a choir from a harlot, and an usher is not different from a waiter. When the church is no more conducive where shall we go? When worship session in a church is just like a disco night and we cant differentiate a pastor from a comedian. When salvation message is no longer the order of the day but prosperity and entertainment message is now the core course. When the church is no more conducive where shall we go? When prayer warrior now have to go to tongue- speaking school for utterances, and deliverance and healing session is now like MTH 201 to be taught and learned. When pastor have to pause for members to clap and shout during sermon in enthusiasm, and all what we now gain from preaching is now new vocabulary and word usage. When the church is no more conducive where shall we go? When the church of God is now...

The Most complex problem

Many hundreds of years ago in a small Italian town, a merchant had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to the moneylender. The moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the merchant’s beautiful daughter so he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the merchant’s debt if he could marry the daughter. Both the merchant and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. The moneylender told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty bag. The girl would then have to pick one pebble from the bag.If she picked the black pebble, she would become the moneylender’s wife and her father’s debt would be forgiven. If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father’s debt would still be forgiven. But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail. They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the merchant’s garden. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up ...