Old Grandma Shoes
When I was very little
All the Grandmas that I knew
Were wearing the same kind
Of ugly grandma shoes..
You know the kind I mean..
Clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind,
For I knew, when I grew old..
I'd have to wear those shoes,
I'd think of that, from time to time
It seemed like such bad news.
I never was a rebel,
I wore saddle shoes to school,
And next came ballerinas
Then the sandals, pretty cool.
And then came spikes with pointed toes
Then platforms, very tall,
As each new fashion came along
I wore them, one and all.
But always, in the distance,
Looming in my future, there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,
The kind that Grandmas wear,
I eventually got married
And then I became a Mom
Our kids grew up and left,
And when their children came along,
I knew I was a Grandma
And the time was drawing near
When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes
Was what I'd have to wear.
How would I do my gardening
Or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about
How I would ride my bike!
But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
That the shape of things to come
Was changing, right before my eyes.
And now, when I go shopping
What I see, fills me with glee
For, in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm as comfy as can be.
And I look at all these little girls
And there, upon their feet
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And I really think that's neat.
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the
Ten Commandments with her five and six-year-olds.
After explaining the commandment to "honor
thy father and thy mother," she asked
"Is there a commandment that teaches us how to
treat our brothers and sisters?"
Without missing a beat one little boy answered,
"Thou shall not kill."
An honest seven-year-old told her parents that
Billy Brown had kissed her after class.
"How did that happen?" gasped her mother.
"It wasn't easy," admitted the young lady,
"but three girls helped me catch him."
One day, a little girl was sitting and watching
her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink.
She suddenly noticed that her mother had
several strands of white hair sticking out in
contrast on her brunette head.
"Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" she asked.
Her mother replied, "Well, every time you do something
wrong and make me cry or unhappy,
one of my hairs turns white."
The little girl thinks about this a while, then asks,
"So how come ALL of Grandma's hairs are white?"
For weeks, a six-year old lad kept telling his
first-grade teacher about the baby brother or
sister that was expected at his house.
One day the mother allowed the boy to feel the
movements of the unborn child.
The six-year-old was obviously impressed,
but made no comment.
Furthermore, he stopped telling his teacher about
the impending event.
The teacher finally sat the boy on her lap and said,
"Tommy, whatever has become of that baby brother or
sister you were expecting at home?"
Tommy burst into tears and confessed,
"I think Mommy ate it!"
GOD? ARE YOU REAL?
The little child whispered,
"God, speak to me"
And a meadowlark sang.
But the child did not hear.
So the child yelled,
"God, speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky.
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
"God let me see you"
And a star shone brightly.
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted,
"God show me a miracle!"
And a life was born.
But the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here!"
Whereupon God reached down and touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away
and walked away unknowingly.
Take time to listen.
Often times, the things we seek are right
underneath our noses.
Don't miss out on your blessing because it
isn't packaged the way that you expect.
A small child walked daily to and from school.
Though the weather one morning was questionable and
clouds were forming, this child made the
daily trek to the elementary school.
As the day progressed, the winds whipped up,
along with thunder and lightning.
The mother was worried that her child would be
frightened walking back home from school,
and she herself feared the electrical storm
might harm her child.
Following the roar of the thunder,
lightning would cut through the sky
like a flaming sword.
Being concerned, the mother got into her car
and drove along the route to her child's school.
Soon she saw her small child walking along,
but at each flash of lightning,
the child would stop, look and smile.
One followed another,
each time with her child stopping,
looking at the streak of light and smiling.
Finally, the mother called and asked,
"What are you doing?"
Her child answered,
"God keeps taking pictures of me.
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