Thoughts & Day 157 CJSM

 

Value-show; Virtue-glow:

 

The rich man waved a crisp-new hundred before the congregation;

A Simple-Humble man quiet laid a hard-earned quarter in the basket;

And, God---forgave evil Pride…Salvation-blessed Christian-generosity

 

Pray I! Lord! For Thy wisdom to thank Thee for any need I have!

Amen!

 

 

 

Plus:

 

Note: To new readers:

Cookie Jar Sweet Memories (CJSM) derives from

a 50th anniversary from our girls consisting of a

cookie jar stuffed with 365 "memories" from our lives.

I undertook to write the story of each event for the blog.

 

 

 

 

 

Day 157

 

 

If something smelled bad, Becky would hold her

Nose and say, “Piggy in my nose…Smells like money!”

 

 

Beth was our reserved, quiet “seen, not heard”; Becky was our “shot-in-the-dark”!

Each is beautiful and of high intelligence with grace and passion, filled with life and love.

Once, our family came into possession of several oil wells; not the “gusher”-type, but, still oil.

Becky hated any foul odor and made no beans about it, she held her nose and said, “Piggy in my nose…” As she matured to age 3, she became cognizant that the “smelly” oil wells provided money for bills and “goodies” so she quickly added a codicil to her axiom ”smells like money!”

We still had to “work” for a living---well, sort of…at least for this recalcitrant rogue.

Oh! I “work”!? At---having “fun”…playing Santa Claus dispensing “Happiness” to others.

Becky would go into tears anytime we saw a farm truck taking stock to market; in reality, she sure enough had no trouble enjoying a tasty “ham” sandwich. Didn’t we all?

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “jocular” Memories!