Food for Thot

I got this from my aunt this morning:

Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, "I love you and I wish you enough".

The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom".

They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?".
Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?".

"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.

"When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?".

She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone". She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them". Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.

I hadn't had my PnP time before reading this, but when I did take it, the Lord came through with a reminder of the GN "Jesus is Enough". He always knows just how much is enough, and if we're trusting in Him, knowing that He never gives us more than He knows we can take, then we can know that we're in His hands and He'll be enough for us. “To say that I am enough is also acknowledging that nothing is impossible to you. There is nothing that you cannot go through‚ nothing you cannot survive losing, nothing that can move you, because you would still have Me, and that's all you need. You are standing on the Rock, and there you cannot be moved.” (Jesus is Enough - paragraph 61)

I WISH YOU ENOUGH - I WISH YOU THAT CONTINUED SPECIAL CONNECTION WITH JESUS - WHO IS ALWAYS ENOUGH!

The benefits and rewards of raising a family are so great that it is well worth the hard work that goes along with it! I believe that parents can encourage each other and learn from each other. On this page I'll post articles that I've found during my search for parenting ideas and issues. I will try to have a variety or topics that have interested me. I'll also try to post my own thoughts once in a while, time permitting!

$30 million and $80 million. The first number is the rate at which China is adding to its reserves of foreign currencies—mostly dollars—every hour. The second number is the rate at which America's capital—as measured by the current account—is being depleted, also by the hour.

Recently, China's pool of reserves passed the $1 trillion mark, making it the largest lake of money in the world. The United States has a chain of great lakes too. But they are a different kind—vast sinkholes of debt that get bigger every day. The cost of the war in Iraq alone is $8 million per hour.

In one respect what Ms Jarvis wanted from the day lives on - it has taken on huge significance and is a celebration of motherhood. However, how most people chose to celebrate it would make her turn in her grave.

The High Street shops might make a mint out of Mother's Day, but who really objects to splashing a bit of cash on their mum on her special day? One woman did and spent 40 years of her life trying to get rid of all the cards and presents - the woman who invented the day.

Yes, there is such a thing as Santa: It's you! Only you're the type of Santa that concentrates mainly on the naughty boys and girls, because they're the ones who most need Me, the coolest gift ever.
—Jesus