Building Children

Building Children


BUILDING CHILDREN

Building the personality and character of a child could be likened to the building of a home:

If we were going to select lumber for our home,
we would know that the straighter the grain, the stronger the wood.

A child is taught to walk in a straight path if he is
to have a pleasing personality and strong character.

The closer to the heart of the tree, the stronger the wood.

Those who feel from the heart are strong; and the closer the child is to the heart of a parent, the finer the material to work with.

The smaller and fewer the knots, the stronger the lumber.

Imperfection is sometimes beautiful in furniture, but weakens the individual. A child or a board is only as strong as its largest knot.

We would avoid wood that rots.

When there is weakness of character there is a chance for rot to set in; and in ten years these children may face much worse things than drugs.

We would avoid cross grains.

The gospel runs in only one direction. A child cannot veer from this course without losing his high ideals and very often his testimony.

We would not use wood that has not been properly dried.


Green wood warps, and so do children who are subjected to moral hazards while yet too green to cope with them.

~~ Author Unknown ~~


A CHILD'S LOVE

A child's love is like a whisper, given in little ways we do not hear.

But if you listen closely it will be very clear.

They often do not say it loud, but in how they come to you...

Daddy, will you play with me? Mommy, tie my shoe?

The many ways they tell you, changes as they grow.

Dad, I made the team today! Mom, I've Got to go!

Pop, I need some money, You see there's...this girl at school.

Mama, I met a boy today and Wow, he's so cool!

Dad, I've got something to tell you... I think she is the one!

Mom, he asked me to marry him. Would you love him as your son?

Dad, I've got some news for you... It's going to be a boy!

Mom, I'm kind of scared of this, yet I'm filled with joy!

A child's love is like a whisper, given in little ways we do not hear.

But if you listen closely, it will be very clear.

They often do not say it loud, but in how they come to you...

Grandpa, will you play with me? Grandma, tie my shoe?

It is never ending. A blessing from above.

Listen to the whispers of a child's love.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

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