Showing posts with label cherished memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cherished memories. Show all posts

Sunday, July 31, 2011

ERASING

ERASING
Pressing down hard on the pencil's eraser to clear the unpleasant memories of our past years will not work. Rather, turn the pencil over and mark the path of new wisdom gained from those memories.
~Marie T. Morrison~

Monday, June 6, 2011

A DELICIOUS MEMORY

Think of a memory today. Will it be of your first day of school? The day you finished school? They day you got your first job? Make the memory a pleasant one, something to make you smile. The day God first spoke to you, the day you first realized just how wonderful the world is. I remember how exciting it was when a deaf child was communicating to me, her grin, her stomping her feet and her hands slapping on the desk, as she showed me the picture of the cross she drew. It was my first time for me to to be among a group of deaf children, all of them stomping and slapping on the desks, grinning, to let me know the Spirit was among them. For me to think that deaf children were silent was such a myth. Oh, what a delicious memory! It is one I will never forget! What is yours? May God be with you, and with that memory, throughout your day!
With love,
~Marie T. Morrison~

Sunday, January 30, 2011

PROMISE

Making a promise is a sincere act. It cannot be broken. This is where the sense of trust begins. If a promise cannot be met, saying “I will try.” is a better response. Trust is what builds a bond, believing in one another. Memories come from trust, upon believing. It can mean a difference in life.


~Marie T. Morrison~

Sunday, January 9, 2011

THE REQUEST

In my dream last night, a little boy asked me to help him bury his kite. I asked him why. He said he had prayed to God for a string to fly the kite, but he did not get one. I told the child that sometimes, God makes you look for it, rather than just handing it to you. You learn experiences along the way, ones you will always remember. Soon, we were flying the kite, using a beautiful green ribbon. Laughing, we looked up in the sky, making cherished memories.


~Marie T. Morrison~