A few items for you and a couple of jokes.
Take time to laugh
It is the music of the soul.
Take time to think
It is the source of power.
Take time to play
It is the source of perpetual youth.
Take time to read
It is the fountain of wisdom.
Take time to pray
It is the greatest power on earth.
Take time to love and be loved
It is a God-given privilege.
Take time to be friendly
It is the road to happiness.
Take time to give
It is too short a day to be selfish.
Take time to work
It is the price of success. – Author unknown.
I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish that I didn’t have time to pray,
Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task
“Why doesn’t God help me?” I wondered.
He answered, “You didn’t ask.”
I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, gray and
bleak; I wondered why God didn’t show me.
He said,”You didn’t seek.”
I tried to come into God’s presence, I used all my keys at the lock, God gently and lovingly chided,
“My child you didn’t knock.”
I woke up early this morning, and paused before entering the day,
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.
A young Scottish boy decided to try life in Australia.
He found an apartment in a small block and settled in.
After a week or two, his mother called from Aberdeen to see
how her son was doing in his new life.
“I’m fine,” Angus said, “but there are some really strange people living in these apartments.
“One woman cries all day long, another lies on the floor moaning
and there’s a guy next door to me who bangs his head on the wall all the time.”
“Well laddie,” says his mother, “I suggest you don’t associate
with people like that.”
“Oh.” says Angus, I don’t Mum, I don’t.
“No, I just stay inside my apartment all day and night,
playing my bagpipes.”
A man is driving with his wife at his side and his mother-in-law
in the back seat.
And the women just won’t leave the poor guy alone.
His mother-in-law says, “You’re driving too fast!”
His wife says; “ Stay to the left.”
After several more minutes of orders from both of them, the
poor man has had enough.
He pulls over and barks to the pair of them, “Who’s driving
this car --- you or your mother?”