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A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox. He
had with him his box of cars and trucks, his plastic bucket, and a shiny, red
plastic shovel. In the process of creating roads and
tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in
the middle of the sandbox.
The boy dug around the rock, managing to remove it
from the dirt. With no little bit of struggle, he pushed
and nudged the rock across the sandbox by using his
feet. (He was a very small boy and the rock was very
large). When the boy got the rock to the edge of the
sandbox, however, he found that he couldn’t roll it up
and over the wall.
Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed, but every
time he thought he had made some progress, the rock tipped and then fell
back into the sandbox.
The little boy struggled, pushed and shoved. But his only reward was to have
the rock roll back, smashing his fingers.
Finally he burst into tears of frustration. All this time the boy’s father
watched from his room window as the drama unfolded. At the moment the
tears fell, a large shadow fell across the boy and the sandbox. It was the boy’s
father.
Gently but firmly he said, “Son, why didn’t you use all the strength that you
had available?”
Defeated, the boy sobbed back, “But I did, Daddy, I did! I used all the strength
that I had!”
“No, son,” corrected the father kindly, “you didn’t use all the strength you
had. You didn’t ask me for help.”
With that the father reached down, picked up the rock, and removed it from
the sandbox.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Do you have "rocks" in your life that need to be removed?
Are you discovering that you don't have what it takes to lift them?
Too often we try to do everything in our own strength. Some of us will
struggle against an issue forgetting that there is a simple tool we have not
used. That tool is a simple, direct request. We need to know that every rock,
every obstacle, every seemingly immovable object can be overcome.
************** Thank You**************
A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox. He
had with him his box of cars and trucks, his plastic bucket, and a shiny, red
plastic shovel. In the process of creating roads and
tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in
the middle of the sandbox.
The boy dug around the rock, managing to remove it
from the dirt. With no little bit of struggle, he pushed
and nudged the rock across the sandbox by using his
feet. (He was a very small boy and the rock was very
large). When the boy got the rock to the edge of the
sandbox, however, he found that he couldn’t roll it up
and over the wall.
Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed, but every
time he thought he had made some progress, the rock tipped and then fell
back into the sandbox.
The little boy struggled, pushed and shoved. But his only reward was to have
the rock roll back, smashing his fingers.
Finally he burst into tears of frustration. All this time the boy’s father
watched from his room window as the drama unfolded. At the moment the
tears fell, a large shadow fell across the boy and the sandbox. It was the boy’s
father.
Gently but firmly he said, “Son, why didn’t you use all the strength that you
had available?”
Defeated, the boy sobbed back, “But I did, Daddy, I did! I used all the strength
that I had!”
“No, son,” corrected the father kindly, “you didn’t use all the strength you
had. You didn’t ask me for help.”
With that the father reached down, picked up the rock, and removed it from
the sandbox.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Do you have "rocks" in your life that need to be removed?
Are you discovering that you don't have what it takes to lift them?
Too often we try to do everything in our own strength. Some of us will
struggle against an issue forgetting that there is a simple tool we have not
used. That tool is a simple, direct request. We need to know that every rock,
every obstacle, every seemingly immovable object can be overcome.
************** Thank You**************
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