Today I can…

Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful
That the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can feel sad that I don’t have more money or I can be glad
That my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me
Away from waste.

Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was
Growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that
Thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a
Quest to discover new relationships.

Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy
Because I have a job to do.

Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my
Mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.

Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can
Feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body
And soul.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the
Sculptor who gets to do the shaping. What today will be like is up to

I get to choose what kind of day I will have!

~Author Unknown By Me~

Sax ~ Cathy Mogus

The little chapel—a nondescript square building that was painted red—had been an army barracks. But what did my pastor husband, Jim, and I expect from a tiny coastal town in British Columbia? A cathedral? We added beige siding, and tried to provide stimulating Sunday services to the tiny congregation of about 30 people.

Music always helped. I played piano and another member played the organ. We even had a gentleman on saxophone, who sometimes led the hymns instead.

One Sunday morning our sax player led the congregation in song, while I accompanied him on piano. In the middle of the first hymn, I could have sworn I heard a saxophone playing, soft and mellow.

I discreetly glanced around the room, but could not determine where the sound was coming from. Not from our sax player—his hands were empty.

Hymn after hymn, the invisible saxophone player accompanied me. Following the service, several parishioners commented on the mysterious saxophone playing. “Did you hear it too?” they asked me.

My husband and I discussed the unusual service when we got home. So many of our church members had noticed the saxophone music, it became obvious to us where the music had come from.

I had always heard people talk about a choir of angels singing—but now I knew that at least one of God’s angels played the saxophone. Just for our little chapel.

~The Window

~Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital Room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each Afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed Was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, Their jobs, their involvement in the military service, Where they had been on vacation.Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window Could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his Roommate all the things he could see outside the Window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one-Hour periods where his world would be broadened and Enlivened by all the activity and color of the world Outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children Sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm In arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view Of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in Exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the Room would close his eyes and imagine the Picturesque scene.One warm afternoon the man by the window Described a parade passing by. Although the other Man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window Portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and Weeks passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water For their baths only to find the lifeless body of the Man by the window, who had died peacefully in his Sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital Attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other manAsked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after Making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one Elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window Beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked The nurse what could have compelled his deceased Roommate who had described such wonderful things Outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and Could not even see the wall. She said, “Perhaps he Just wanted to encourage you.”Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making Others happy, despite our own situations. Shared Grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, Is doubled.