Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.
Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.
On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. "Guess what, Mom," he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me....."I've been chosen to clap and cheer."
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That is a great story. It just goes to show that you can squeeze the lemons that life has just handed you and make lemonade. :-) Have a great evening.
What would the show be without someone to watch. We are not always in the Big Picture, but we can be part.
That is adorable. I like clapping and cheering!
It's a cute story!
Immediately came to my mind that if we don't "cheer and clap" for the Lord, the rocks will. I love praising and worshipping - it is a privilege, we are chosen - I got a part!
Thanks for sharing! :O)
Chandra
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