God Painted Rainbow With Only Left Land
Mother: Look at the beautiful rainbow that God painted for us
this morning.
Daughter: And just think, mommy, he did it all with his left
hand!
Mother: What do you mean, sweetheart? Can’t God use both
hands?
Daughter: Of course not, Mommy, Jesus is sitting on his right
hand. (Col. 3:1; Hebrews 1:3; Hebrews 12:2)
—Lawrence Kilbourn
Roebling’s Tribute To Wife
John Roebling, builder of the Brooklyn Bridge, married Johanna
Herting. When his wife died in 1864, he wrote this beautiful tribute
to her:
“Of those angels in human form who bless this earth by their
unselfish love and devotion, this dear wife was one. Never thinking
of herself, she only thought of others. No trace of ill-will to
any person ever entered her unselfish bosom. What a treasure of
love she was toward her own children!
“My only regret is that such pure unselfishness was not
sufficiently appreciated by myself.”
—C. E. Macartney
God’s Helpers
God could not be in every place
With loving hands to help erase
The teardrops from each baby’s face,
And so He thought of mother.
He could not send us here alone
And leave us to a fate unknown;
Without providing for His own,
The outstretched arms of mother.
God could not watch us night and day
And kneel beside our crib to pray,
Or kiss our little aches away;
And so He sent us mother.
And when our childhood days began,
He simply could not take command.
That’s why He placed our tiny hand
Securely into mother’s.
The days of youth slipped quickly by,
Life’s sun rose higher in the sky.
Full grown were we, yet ever nigh
To love us still, was mother.
And when life’s span of years shall end,
I know that God will gladly send,
To welcome home her child again,
That ever-faithful mother.
—George W. Wiseman