Sunday, December 13, 2009
I received this in an email and I really thought it is worth sharing. Not just for moms but for those who feel unappreciated. A bit long but really worth it.
Hope you like it as much as I did.
Long, but worth the read!
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response,
the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone
and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see
I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or
sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because
no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days
I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie
this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a
clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer,
'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude
-but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be
seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of
a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous
trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was
sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling
pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped
package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great
cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me
until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the
greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after
which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great
cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave
their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made
great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building
was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a
tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that
will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman
replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was
almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I
see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake
you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become. At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is
not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease
of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever
be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4
in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a
turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That
would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him
to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to
his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if
we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world
will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that
has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women .
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with any Invisible Moms you know...
I just did.
The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not
Monday, December 07, 2009
This is short but sweet & honest.
I have been so lacks in my SP progression everyday. I could use the excuses that I was ill, depressed etc. which is also true.. but there is no reason for my lack of what I feel is common courtesy. I have received so many notes,goodies, hellos, wishes and Blessings.
In my heart I have been so grateful for them and yet to me I did the unthinkable and not responded in kind.
I am sorry for that to each and everyone of you.
I am making a promise here & now that I will try and be much more conscious of the efforts I need to put back into my daily routine.
Wishing you all a Blessed & wonderful day & week.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Sharing from a Dear friend.. Please feel free to pass it on. It is such a wonderful thought.
When I say good morning I mean to say:
O-ffers us His
R-eady for a
N-ew day with Him..
I-nspire others please, and
G-od loves you!
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.
Friday, December 04, 2009
By Eva Grant
At last! At last! Hanukkah is here!
The whole house is bursting with holiday cheer.
Pancakes are sizzling as hard as they can,
Browning delectably crisp in the pan.
The dreidels can scarcely wait to be spun;
Presents are hidden for Hanukkah fun;
And there, on the table, polished and bright,
The shining menorah gleams through the night,
Like the oil lamp in ancient history,
That burned on and on miraculously!
And each flaming candle proclaims the great story
Of the Maccabean heroes, their deeds and their glory.
Just Believe in the little things, to help you get by
Just believe, tomorrowís life will bring
Starlight to your eyes
Just believe in miracles, for they all come true
Maybe not the way we wish for them
But in Godís own time, they do
Just believe in songs from the heart
That each angel sings
Just believe that butterflies, are only angelís wings
Just believe in things we cannot see
Holidays and bells that softly play
Christmas love that flies the world and angels to come true
Just believe, it can be done, then you will make it through
Just believe in goodness and sleigh rides,
All the night time Heavens, you will see the milky way
And the man in the moon, tonight
Just believe in magic and firework display
It can happen anytime, almost everyday
God gave us wisdom, He gave us wonders to behold
Just believe, even though heaven is so far away
The birth of Jesus can be told
Just believe and watch,
Nature come to be, in all the beautiful flowers
In the grass and on the trees
Godís art is ever turning, for those who see
If we just believe
Written by: Linda Ann Henry
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