Waiting on the Interest!
A
girl had a nice little piggy bank. Her father wanted to
teach her about saving, so he talked to her about putting
her money into a savings account at their bank. He very
carefully explained to her that when she put money into
her account, the bank would pay her interest on her money
and that her money would grow that way. The big day came.
They went to the bank. She gave her piggy bank to the woman
opening her account. Then she just stood there and stared
at the woman. "Is there something else I can do for
you?" the woman asked. The little girl answered, "No,
I'm just waiting on my interest!"
The girl didn't understand that there was a delay between
sowing her money in that account and reaping the harvest
of her interest. That's the way it is in life. Since that
is the case, you need to understand a couple of very important
facts about today:
1. The things happening in your life today are the results
of what has been sown in the past. You are reaping the harvest
of what was sown a week ago, a month ago, a year ago.
2. What will happen in the future will be determined by
what you sow in your life today. If you want to change your
future, then you need to change what you are sowing today.
Grumbling-Even
in Plenty
Mrs.
Higgins was an incurable grumbler. She grumbled at everything
and everyone. But at last the Minister thought he had found
something about which she could make no complaint; The old
lady's crop of potatoes was the finest for miles around.
"Ah, for once you must be well pleased," he said,
with a beaming smile, as he met her in the
village street. "Everyone's saying how splendid your
potatoes are this year." The old lady stared at him
as she answered. "There not so poor. But where's the
bad ones for the pigs?"
I will not grumble
grunt nor growl;
Or sit and mope like some old owl;
Because life's inconvenient things,
Do test the strength of soaring wings,
With which to rise above the roof,
Of Grumble House and thus give proof,
That I belong to Pleasant Town,
and wear a smile, but ne'er a frown,
Thus will my aged wrinkled face,
Reflect my Father's loving grace.
