~*~ THE DUCK ~*~

Happy Monday! Hope everyone had a good weekend. Not too much excitement going on here. Had some insulin issues. I ran out and couldn't get refills yet so my sister gave me a few vials to help me out.

DH went to file for his UE benefits and it only allowed us for one week. So instead of 2 weeks we normally get this week will be one. An the "game" of life keeps making me think. It is a "stradgic" game that is for sure.

I love this little story. Hope you enjoy it too.








~*~ THE DUCK ~*~
Author unknown


There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was
given a slingshot to play with in the woods. He practiced and practiced
but could never hit the target. Becoming somewhat discouraged; he headed
back to dinner.


As he was returning, he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he
let fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked
and grieved.


In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister
watching. Sally had seen it all, but said nothing.


After lunch that day, Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes."


But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen
today, didn't you Johnny?" And then she whispered to him, "Remember,
the duck?"


So Johnny did the dishes.


Later Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing, and Grandma
said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper."


But Sally smiled and said, "Well, that's all right because Johnny told me
he wanted to help." And she whispered again, "Remember, the duck?"


So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed.


After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's, he finally
couldn't stand it any longer. He went to Grandma and confessed that he had
killed her pet duck and asked her forgiveness.


She knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see, I
was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing. And because I love
you, I forgive you. But I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of
you.


I don't know what's in your past. I don't know what one sin the enemy
keeps throwing up in your face. But whatever it is, I want you to know
something. Jesus Christ was also standing at the window. And He saw the
whole thing.


And because He loves you, He will forgive you if you will but ask. Perhaps
He's wondering how long you'll let the enemy make a slave out of you.


The great thing about Jesus is that He not only forgives, but He forgets."