Many years ago my 3-year-old niece nestled sweetly on her Grandma’s lap enjoying every minute of a rare visit from far away. Taking her Grandma’s face in her hands she looked intently upon it.
Puzzled she asked, “Why do you have “lines” on your face?”
“They are called “wrinkles,” her Grandma answers quickly adding, “And they are there because I’ve used my face for many years so it’s getting old.”
Niece responds, “Grandma…you need a new face!”
Oh, if it was that simple…just order a new one off of the internet…pick the one you like and have it sent overnight mail. For just a few dollars the worn out face is discarded and there is a brand new one!
SOMETHING TO REMEMBER…
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely and in an attractive well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways with chocolate in one hand, and a latte in the other, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming, “WHOO HOO! What a ride!” Wear me out and use me up God…it's all for You!
Now that is LIFE BEHIND THE BENCH!
Puzzled she asked, “Why do you have “lines” on your face?”
“They are called “wrinkles,” her Grandma answers quickly adding, “And they are there because I’ve used my face for many years so it’s getting old.”
Niece responds, “Grandma…you need a new face!”
Oh, if it was that simple…just order a new one off of the internet…pick the one you like and have it sent overnight mail. For just a few dollars the worn out face is discarded and there is a brand new one!
SOMETHING TO REMEMBER…
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely and in an attractive well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways with chocolate in one hand, and a latte in the other, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming, “WHOO HOO! What a ride!” Wear me out and use me up God…it's all for You!
Now that is LIFE BEHIND THE BENCH!
