Proverbs 1:8-9 (NLT) - A Fathers Exhortation: Acquire Wisdom
8 My child, listen when your father corrects you. Don’t neglect your mothers instruction.
9 What you learn from them will crown you with grace and be a chain of honor around your neck.
I am the youngest of six children from a blended family, but I am the only child between my father and mother. In my fathers eyes, I could do no wrong and the feeling was mutual. My father, who passed away a little more than five years ago had an ever lasting positive influence on my life.
He used to tell me, “do as I tell you, not as I do”, especially when it came to driving the family car. The truth is that I learned many of the values I have for life by watching him. He never seemed to have a bad day, tried to always do the right thing and used to laugh off situations when things didn’t go as planned. For him, anything out of the ordinary or unplanned turned into a new adventure, a new opportunity to conquer. Somehow he always found a way to make a difficult situation seem less difficult, by use of humor and being just plain optimistic. He was friendly, happy and outgoing and never knew a stranger. I loved his genuinely happy spirit and I aspire to be like him.
As I was cleaning out some drawers yesterday, I came across a large piece of paper folded in half that I almost threw away, thinking it was trash. On the front side of the folded paper there was printing that said, “Answer the 1990 Census Today!”, and on the back side was the familiar handwriting of my father. A poem hand printed, complete with scratches where he edited the words to make it come out just right. My father died at the age of 90 in 2007, so it appears that he was 73 years old when he wrote this poem.
A Seniors Ramblings On - by Eugene Edward Oviatt
When I wake up in the morning,
And both feet find the floor.
I sway and stagger across the room,
Till I reach the bedroom door.
When I finally get to the kitchen,
The coffee I must make.
Then I look to the windowsill,
For the pills that I must take.
I’m suppose to make some breakfast,
Even if I don’t need to eat.
But I’m just so doggone honest,
I can’t get myself to cheat.
Then comes the dishwasher and garbage,
The chores I have to tend.
Sometimes I have my troubles,
Cause my knees don’t want to bend.
They say to keep your head up,
And face life with a smile.
It’s supposed to really help you,
Hang in there for another mile.
Sometimes my head won’t come up,
I feel so blue and sad.
There’s lots more days a coming,
But they can’t all be this bad.
It breaks my heart to think that he had some bad day’s, since he never let on to me, but he lived 17 more years after he wrote this poem and I know he had mostly good days during that time.
Life will never be perfect. The secret to having mostly good days, is to accept the fact that some days will be better than others. Some days it is difficult to bring the head up, but there will be more day’s coming and they won’t be all this bad.
Daddy, I love you and miss your jokes, funny stories and silly songs. You always made me laugh and made life special, even when you felt sad. I will work hard to do the same.
Proverbs 1:8-9 (NLT) - A Fathers Exhortation: Acquire Wisdom
8 My child, listen when your father corrects you. Don’t neglect your mothers instruction.
9 What you learn from them will crown you with grace and be a chain of honor around your neck.
He used to tell me, “do as I tell you, not as I do”, especially when it came to driving the family car. The truth is that I learned many of the values I have for life by watching him. He never seemed to have a bad day, tried to always do the right thing and used to laugh off situations when things didn’t go as planned. For him, anything out of the ordinary or unplanned turned into a new adventure, a new opportunity to conquer. Somehow he always found a way to make a difficult situation seem less difficult, by use of humor and being just plain optimistic. He was friendly, happy and outgoing and never knew a stranger. I loved his genuinely happy spirit and I aspire to be like him.
As I was cleaning out some drawers yesterday, I came across a large piece of paper folded in half that I almost threw away, thinking it was trash. On the front side of the folded paper there was printing that said, “Answer the 1990 Census Today!”, and on the back side was the familiar handwriting of my father. A poem hand printed, complete with scratches where he edited the words to make it come out just right. My father died at the age of 90 in 2007, so it appears that he was 73 years old when he wrote this poem.
A Seniors Ramblings On - by Eugene Edward Oviatt
When I wake up in the morning,
And both feet find the floor.
I sway and stagger across the room,
Till I reach the bedroom door.
When I finally get to the kitchen,
The coffee I must make.
Then I look to the windowsill,
For the pills that I must take.
I’m suppose to make some breakfast,
Even if I don’t need to eat.
But I’m just so doggone honest,
I can’t get myself to cheat.
Then comes the dishwasher and garbage,
The chores I have to tend.
Sometimes I have my troubles,
Cause my knees don’t want to bend.
They say to keep your head up,
And face life with a smile.
It’s supposed to really help you,
Hang in there for another mile.
Sometimes my head won’t come up,
I feel so blue and sad.
There’s lots more days a coming,
But they can’t all be this bad.
It breaks my heart to think that he had some bad day’s, since he never let on to me, but he lived 17 more years after he wrote this poem and I know he had mostly good days during that time.
Life will never be perfect. The secret to having mostly good days, is to accept the fact that some days will be better than others. Some days it is difficult to bring the head up, but there will be more day’s coming and they won’t be all this bad.
this gives me the courage to keep going even when it looks black ahead I will remember to trust in our Redeemer. He is our strong tower and the lifter of our head. blessings to the writer and the readers of this blog.
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