Happy Friday evening my friends, I pray your day has been a great one, that you are now done with work for a few days and are ready for some rest and relaxation. It has been a beautiful day here I guess you could say the calm before the storm as we are expecting another bit of weather this weekend.
In prayer this evening as I sat here in the quiet of my home, thanking God for this day, for this wonderful, beautiful day. I thanked him for each of you, for your friendship and support that I get on a daily basis. I asked him to bless you and yours with peace, calm, comfort and great love....Father please be with everyone as they go about their tasks this weekend, wrap a shield of protection around them keeping them safe from harm or danger. Father bless all of those suffering with pain and disease this evening, allow them a pain free time so that spirits can be renewed. In the name of Jesus Christ I ask for mercy and and healing favor. Amen.
I came across this story and love, love, loved it...funny how learning the meaning of phrases can awake something new within us. The next time I hear this phrase I will smile in understanding! God bless each of you!!
A Spittin' Image
The doctor said to a new father, "You have a cute baby."
"I bet you say that to all the new parents," smiled the proud daddy.
"No," he replied, "just to those whose babies really are good-looking."
"So what do you say to the others?"
I say, "He's the spittin' image of you."
Do you suppose they teach that in medical school?
I'm told that a young mother enlisted the help of a friend in taking her infant identical twins to the doctor. Since the waiting area was full, the two women, each with a twin, were seated on opposite sides of the room. After a few minutes someone commented, "It's amazing how much those two babies look alike!"
The friend was quick to reply, "Well, they should. They have the same father." I haven't heard whether the misunderstanding was ever straightened out.
With identical twins, it's easy to see that they are the "spittin' image" of each other. Actually, that term "spittin' image" stems from an old misunderstanding itself. Joel Chandler Harris, author of the Uncle Remus stories, explained that when an American slave seemed to be saying, "spittin' image," he or she was actually saying, "spirit and image," as: "'He's the spi'it 'n' image of his daddy." It meant more than they merely looked alike. Spirit and image - alike, inside and out.
And what makes it even more interesting is the ancient truth from the monk Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153), who said, "What we love we shall grow to resemble." Or put another way, we become the spi'it 'n' image of that which we hold dear. We are shaped by that which we admire most, and by the people we love most.
It works like this: Those who admire success may become "the image of success." Those who admire ambition will, to even a casual observer, look ambitious, perhaps even driven. Those who admire and love the gentle saints of their faith will, more than likely, remind others of those same saints in their attitudes, words and actions. Day by day, we become the spi'it 'n' image of the people we befriend, admire and love.
An unknown writer tells a story about her grandmother and a person she deeply admired. The story goes like this:
"My grandmother was born in a small west Texas farming town on August 26, 1929, two months and three days before Black Tuesday, the stock market crash that started the Great Depression. As the youngest daughter of sharecroppers, who earned their living by picking cotton, she knew the meaning of barely getting by. Times were tough and she learned to never waste anything.
Her Uncle Jess was a compassionate man who always treated her with kindness. Each time she would visit him, she always left with the same feeling: I am special. After all, she was the only person who was allowed to drink from his special pink drinking glass. One day, she took the pink glass out to the water cooler, a special room that stored and cooled the water generated from the windmill. Out in the water cooler, she dropped the glass. Looking down at the hundreds of glass fragments, she began to cry. She had been entrusted with this special glass and now it was broken.
Her crying was interrupted when she heard Uncle Jess call out, 'Ruby Nell, I was thinking. I'm tired of that silly old pink glass. Would you please break it for me?'
She ran back to him calling out, with the enthusiasm that only a six-year-old can summon, 'I did it, Uncle Jess! I did it!'"
How many times did Ruby pass that story along out of admiration for her uncle? How often did she remember his kindness and compassion and show the same to others? Over the years of a long life, how many times would she choose to believe in herself because of the way Uncle Jess always made her feel: that she was special? And when life was cruel and people let her down, how many times did she find enough strength to set aside anger and respond in kindness, because that is what Uncle Jess would have done?
As little Ruby Nell grew up, she could do worse than to grow into the spi'it 'n' image of Uncle Jess.
We are shaped by that which we admire most, and by the people we love most.
Who do you love and admire? What qualities draw you to them? And how can you bring more people like that into your life?
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