MAY 11

Children … learn … from their parents.  EPHESIANS 5:1 TM

A mathematics teacher who agreed to baby-sit while her friend went shopping, left her this note: “Dried tears eleven times     tied shoelaces fifteen times … blew up balloons, five per child warned kids not to cross the street twenty-six times kids insisted on crossing the street twenty-six times. Number of Saturdays I’ll volunteer to do this again-Zero!” The following “Beatitudes for Parents” were written forty-five years ago by Marion E. Kinnernan when her daughters were raising her six grandsons. They’re still spot-on!

Blessed are those who make peace with spilled milk and mud, for of such is the kingdom of childhood. Blessed is the parent who engages not in the comparison of his child with others, for precious unto each is the rhythm of his own growth. Blessed are those who have learned to laugh, for it’s the music of a child’s world. Blessed and mature are those who without anger can say “No,” for comforting to a child is the security of firm decisions. Blessed is the gift of consistency, for it brings heart’s-ease in childhood. Blessed are they who accept the awkwardness of growth, for they are aware of the choice between marred furnishings and damaged personalities. Blessed are the teachable, for knowledge brings understanding and understanding brings love. Blessed are the men and women, who in the midst of the

unpromising mundane, give love, for they bestow the greatest of all gifts to each other, to their children, and-in an ever-widening circle-to their fellowmen.” One successful entrepreneur said, “I may be a self-made man, but the blueprints came from my mom and dad.” Bottom line: “Children .. .learn … from their parents.” What’re you teaching yours?

Taken from the Best of the Word for You Today


My husband and his sister are notorious yakkers. They can hold court on any subject. One day, he called her, All he had to say was “Hi,” and that launched her into a marathon session, going on about this, that and the other. When she finally paused to come up for air, she had one question: “Who am I talking to?”


A few of us were discussing the perils of drinking and driving when my five-year-old granddaughter threw in her two cents.

“I can see why it would be dangerous to drin and drive.” She said, “The straw could go up your nose.”