Shame On You!
By Mark Flippo
We used to hear that all the time growing up. There were three of us kids growing up. I had a younger sister and one older brother. (Can you guess which one heard shame on you the most?) I was the middle child. Now my sister was daddy's little girl. My brother was the first born male. Now my brother was a stinker, although he denies that. (Selective memory.) He was always in trouble. Shame on him. Of course daddie's little girl was too sweet to do anything wrong. (What he did not know.) Then there was me. I always wanted to please my parents but was accident prone.
Who knew when you got to the top of the tree you had to climb down. (I was only six. Dad to the rescue.) I just didn't think that one through. When you walk behind a car that is now in reverse you get run over. (Ouch that hurt!) Then there was the broken arm, from climbing another tree. (You guessed it. Ouch!) You should not stand near a target that is being shot at by your brother with beebees. (Oh my face!) Try fishing and a hook got stuck in my shoulder.
My brother was not the best at casting a line. (Ouch again.) Then there was the time I went to jump into bed and I hit the corner of the wooden bed first. There was blood everywhere. (Thank God mom did not faint!) In school I was helping the janitor spray paint a sign, he tossed the spray can to me and I did not see it coming. Right in the head. (More stitches.) That is the wrong way to get to know doctors and nurses. Who has not had a accident at a pool. No more back flips for me after I tried one and I hit the diving board head first.
(Is there another word for ouch!) My head looks like a ski slope because of all the stitch ridges I have. Can you guess what my parents said every time. (Oh you are good.) Yes, "Shame on you". You should be more careful." That was only my childhood through my teenage years. What is the point of me sharing my accidents with you? Not that it is a wonder that I can still think straight with all of the hits to my head. God is always there for us all.
God helped my parents cope with three of us.
We were all three different. God was with me because he knew my future and that He had a work for me to do. He gave me the perfect wife. Now she endures being the one in the waiting room while I am being examined for some kind of sickness or injury. (I am still a little accident prone!) Just blessed I guess. I am still alive even though I have been at death's door a few times. So parents hang on to God. No matter what is happening with your children, when you dedicate them to God He is there to help you cope and to take care of your kids.
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By Mark Flippo
We used to hear that all the time growing up. There were three of us kids growing up. I had a younger sister and one older brother. (Can you guess which one heard shame on you the most?) I was the middle child. Now my sister was daddy's little girl. My brother was the first born male. Now my brother was a stinker, although he denies that. (Selective memory.) He was always in trouble. Shame on him. Of course daddie's little girl was too sweet to do anything wrong. (What he did not know.) Then there was me. I always wanted to please my parents but was accident prone.
Who knew when you got to the top of the tree you had to climb down. (I was only six. Dad to the rescue.) I just didn't think that one through. When you walk behind a car that is now in reverse you get run over. (Ouch that hurt!) Then there was the broken arm, from climbing another tree. (You guessed it. Ouch!) You should not stand near a target that is being shot at by your brother with beebees. (Oh my face!) Try fishing and a hook got stuck in my shoulder.
My brother was not the best at casting a line. (Ouch again.) Then there was the time I went to jump into bed and I hit the corner of the wooden bed first. There was blood everywhere. (Thank God mom did not faint!) In school I was helping the janitor spray paint a sign, he tossed the spray can to me and I did not see it coming. Right in the head. (More stitches.) That is the wrong way to get to know doctors and nurses. Who has not had a accident at a pool. No more back flips for me after I tried one and I hit the diving board head first.
(Is there another word for ouch!) My head looks like a ski slope because of all the stitch ridges I have. Can you guess what my parents said every time. (Oh you are good.) Yes, "Shame on you". You should be more careful." That was only my childhood through my teenage years. What is the point of me sharing my accidents with you? Not that it is a wonder that I can still think straight with all of the hits to my head. God is always there for us all.
God helped my parents cope with three of us.
We were all three different. God was with me because he knew my future and that He had a work for me to do. He gave me the perfect wife. Now she endures being the one in the waiting room while I am being examined for some kind of sickness or injury. (I am still a little accident prone!) Just blessed I guess. I am still alive even though I have been at death's door a few times. So parents hang on to God. No matter what is happening with your children, when you dedicate them to God He is there to help you cope and to take care of your kids.
http://moderndayparablesrcf.com