The Little Violet
I'm just a little violet
At the foot of an old oak tree,
So tiny and insignificant
No one seems to notice me.
There must be something more to do
Than blossom everyday.
I see no purpose for my life
Than in the breeze to sway.
Why couldn't I have been a rose
To show someone my love,
Or a giant yellow sunflower
Stretching to the clouds above?
As I ask, God's hand reaches down
And picks me by the stem
Placing me in a golden vase
Sitting right in front of Him.
Suddenly I realize,
As His angels start to sing,
The reason for my life on earth
Is to glorify my King.
At the foot of an old oak tree,
So tiny and insignificant
No one seems to notice me.
There must be something more to do
Than blossom everyday.
I see no purpose for my life
Than in the breeze to sway.
Why couldn't I have been a rose
To show someone my love,
Or a giant yellow sunflower
Stretching to the clouds above?
As I ask, God's hand reaches down
And picks me by the stem
Placing me in a golden vase
Sitting right in front of Him.
Suddenly I realize,
As His angels start to sing,
The reason for my life on earth
Is to glorify my King.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
I Made The
Choice
"The Choice" produced many
responses.
The issue affected readers deeply.
Below is one such response.
This is just a basic response to "The
Choice."
Lately, I've been faced with several choices,
and I decided that
Your Blog {Jan Bagwell Ministries ] just might
have something for me today.
I was married on June 20 to a wonderful man.
We're only 21 years old and our parents were
so skeptical about
our feelings for one another that they
actually asked if Warren
had gotten me pregnant. (That's why all of my
friends got married!)
But, in fact, that is not our case. We fell in
love.
I can't think of anything else to say but
that.
I love him dearly.
I'm faced with some choices concerning my job.
First, I'm up for a raise and promotion very
soon.
(It would solve most of our financial
trouble.)
My husband is also up for one. We're both
tearing up inside
because if we both decide to take our
promotions and more money,
we'd both be working 60-70 hours a week. We
want our
marriage to work naturally, but we constantly
want to be home
with each other.
Yeah, my days off are his days to work, and
his days off are my
days to work. We have no children, so my boss
sees no reason why
I would want any time off. His boss sees it
the same way as mine.
We're already in such a financial bind that
career changes for
either of us are not an option. Since June, we
have gone
through three cars (to try to keep our jobs),
countless numbers
of money fights, and horrible sleepless
nights. My neck has a
slipped disk or something that I can't afford
to have fixed.
I'm going through a lot of Tylenol® a day just
to try to ease
the pain in my neck and head.
Our marriage is failing and I keep thinking
that if we can just
get back on our feet one day and spend that
one-day together
that NOTHING else will matter.
My husband is very supportive. I support him
also. But, as I
read "The Choice," my boss called me
and asked me to work
tonight. I told him I'd call him back. Yeah, I
put HIM on hold
for once.
After I finished reading, I called him back
and said, "No, I'm
going to spend my evening with my
family." He was dumbfounded.
Completely speechless.
I'd never turned down work. "My family is
more important than a
paycheck right now. Do you want to know
why?" I asked.
He said "yes."
My reply was simple, "When I get older, I
don't want to regret
losing all the time I could have spent with my
husband just
because I was greedy. I don't want my marriage
to end in
divorce. I want to be close to the one person
whom I can
honestly say is my friend. I want to keep the
love that my
husband has for me by spending what little
time I have with him.
Sorry if I have caused you any inconvenience,
but I have to get
ready for an evening at home."
For once, he said, "After I find a server
tonight, I think I'll
go home to my wife." And that was the end
of our conversation.
Thank you for giving me the strength to turn
money down and work
on my family.
Thank You for
permission to share this .
By
Ann Grey
, Gainesville, GA~
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !