Improvement Recipe.

Hello Friends ~~ I hope the world is treating you right.

Kathy got home this afternoon and luckily her daughter

Kate has about 3 weeks holiday from University, so is home

and will do all the things that her mother cannot do for a

few weeks. It works out very well and Kate is very capable

so all is well there. Now see what I can find to post.

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<><><><> Recipe for Improvement. <><><><>

If all the sleeping folks will wake up

And all the lukewarm folks will fire up

And all the dishonest folks will confess up

And all the disgruntled folks will sweeten up

And all the discouraged folks will cheer up

And all the depressed folks will look up

And all the gossipers will shut up

Wouldn’t the world improve ?

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<><><> Prayer for the Middle-Aged and Older <><><>

Lord, Thou knowest better than I could know myself that

I am growing older and will some day be old. Keep me from

the habit of thinking I must say something on every subject

and on every occasion.

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Release me, I pray, from craving to straighten out everybody’s

affairs. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to

use it all, but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a FEW friends

at the end.

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Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details: give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips from my aches and pains.

They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough

to enjoy the tales of other’s pains, but help me to endure them

with patience.

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I dare not ask for an improved memory, but for a growing

humility and a lessening of cocksureness when my memory

disagrees with the memory of others. Teach me the glorious

lesson that just occasionally, I may be mistaken.

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Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a Saint, some of

them are so hard to live with. But a sour soul, mature in years,

is one of the crowning works of the devil.

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Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people; and give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.

<><><><><><> A Joke called The Lottery. <><><><><><>

A blonde finds herself in serious trouble. Her business has gone bust and she is in dire financial straits. She is so desperate that she decides to ask God for help.

She begins to pray: “God, please help me. I’ve lost my business

and if I don’t get some money, I’m going to lose my house as well. Please let me win the lottery.”

Lottery night comes, and someoe else wins.

She agan prays: “God, please let me win the lottery. I’ve lost my business, my house and I’m going to lose my car as well.”

Lottery night comes and she still has no luck.

Once again she prays: “My God, why have you forsaken me?

I’ve lost my business, my house, and my car. My children

are starving. I don’t often ask You for help, and I’ve always been a good servant to You. PLEASE let me win the lottery

just this one time so I can get my life back in order.”

Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light as the heavens open.

The blonde is overwhelmed by the Voice of God, Himself…….

“Sweetheart, work with Me on this…… Buy a ticket.”

<><><> Well that is it for this post – sorry it has got so long, so

until we meet again ~ Goodbye for now, Merle. <><><>