Showing posts from January, 2011

The Chore That's Not a Bore

The Dishwasher There on the counter is a line Of dishes, grimy, greasy, and cheesy. Seeing them all makes me queasy, But I’ll face it and say, “That’s just fine.” I roll up my sleeves And straighten my shoulders And then the frown leaves And I turn on the waters. I grab a greasy, cheesy dish And into the water. Swish! Swish! I scrub, scrub, scrubby, dub, And rub, rub, ruby, rub. I grab another off the stack, As I place the clean one on the rack. A smile I do not lack, For washing dishes is my knack. No matter how many I have to wash. Like Madeline, I just say, “Pishposh!” I sing a song as I clean a tong Although sometimes the notes go wrong. I kind of like washing dishes. I like it much better than washing fishes. Oh, don’t you wish you had my chore. It’s always fun and never a bore. Oh, I’m the dishwasher girl. I scrub them in a whirl. Oh, I’m the dishwasher girl. I’ll dance and twirl. Written By- Hannah

Happy or Mad

Many times we think we are bored or unhappy because of our circumstances, but our circumstance has nothing to do with it. It all depends on the attitude we have and the way that we look at our circumstances. We can either find joy in vacuuming, doing school, or sitting in the car for hours with nothing to do or we can think it boring or get mad about it. Which do you choose this day? How are you going to look at life? I think it so humorous that we sometimes just choose to be mad or grumpy when we could be rejoicing and having a great time. Yet I do this very thing so often. God calls us to be joyful. He wants us to be happy. How can we serve God when we are not happy? The truth is we can’t. If we are not obeying God by being happy then we are not serving Him. 1 Peter 4:12-13 Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ's sufferings, that when His

A Midwestern Poem

Here is a poem by James Whitcomb Riley that I read in my literature today. I really liked it so I thought I would share it with you. I hope you enjoy it, too. God bless you! WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock, And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens, And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence; O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best, With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest, As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock. They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here-- Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees, And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin

Complain About My Blessings?

The other day I was thinking about how much I complain, yet how grateful I ought to be. I have been blessed with so much in so many ways. I have a nice house to live in; I can have three meals a day; I have a Christian family; I can read and write and get an education; I live in a country where I can freely worship my Savior; and so much more. Yet there are people in this world who don’t have any of that. They not only do not have that, but they could be suffering persecution or natural disaster or something else. Often I don’t even think about or pray for these people who are suffering so much. I am instead sitting in a comfortable home complaining about all that God has blessed me with. What an ungrateful wretch I am. So whenever I feel like grumbling or complaining, I resolve instead to change it into thanksgiving for all I have and prayer for those who don’t have that which I do. So help me God.