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BABY BREAK

A friend and I were out gallivanting yesterday and enjoyed a stop at the one-of-a-kind Les’ Deer Ridge Nursery in fabulous Elk City, Neb. Les is a friend of my cousin. She has the ideal business: she’s open in the spring for a little bit, and in the fall for a little bit, and that’s it.

PERFECT!

In bad news, one of the greenhouses was collapsed by the heavy snowfall we had this past winter. But in good news, Les became a grandmother three weeks ago.

‘’I so, so DON’T want to be here,’’ she said at the cash register. She couldn’t WAIT to see the baby again and was itching to get over to her daughter’s house at quitting time.

As if on cue, he materialized, with his cute mama Jamie. Baby Myles looks a lot like Winston Churchill or some dignified CEO, closing his eyes a lot in thought as he presided at some important meeting of poohbahs.

‘Course, they probably didn’t have a mohawk, like Myles. Their loss.

But as Grandma cooed and we visitors melted, I got to thinking: how great would it be if, all over the world, everybody took a ‘’baby break’’ once a day? As we gazed at his sweet face and remarked on his eentsy fingers, the cares of the day really did vanish away.

I say let’s throw out the vending machines at work, replace coffee breaks, and line up a ‘’consultant’’ for your office, to bring a cute baby in once a day for your employees’ rest break.

A whole new line of work could open up for new mothers. They could quit their jobs and still bring in income by helping others relieve stress and get some much-needed perspective on what’s really, really important.

Think about it, Baybee.

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Prayer request: A very popular restaurant broke a promise to a certain young lady about a certain job that had been promised to her for this summer. They reneged. She went over there to try to work something out. They were rude. Instead of making a scene or crying, she set her jaw, got back in her car and went to another restaurant . . . where she got a job that paid more money and offered her more hours. Father God, reward her self-control and diligence with a great summer. And in Your wonderful way, allow consequences to accrue to the first restaurant so that those renegers will repent and never do this again. (Proverbs 19:1)

POSTED FRIDAY, 5/14:

MOM’S A PIRATE

A friend’s 3-year-old has already done a lot of traveling, so it isn’t surprising that her vocabulary is a little advanced. However, the other day, she pulled a stumper.

My friend was driving, and her husband was in the passenger seat. The little girl chirped up from the back, “Mom, you’re a pirate, and Dad, you’re the giver-outer.”

The parents both sat there, puzzled. Dad said, “Well, Honey, you’re right, I do try to give you things.”

Mom was sitting there trying to remember if her line was “Yo ho ho” or “Aaargh.”

But after a few more stream-of-consciousness comments from the child, they figured out what she meant:

Mom wasn’t a “pirate.” She was the “pilot.”

Dad wasn’t the “giver-outer.” He was the flight attendant, at least in this 3-year-old’s imaginary scenario.

Good. Mom wasn’t sure how great she’d look in a patch and peg leg, anyway.

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Prayer request: Three dear ones have struggles today. We pray for Pastor Paul, who is very ill but wants to officiate at a wedding Saturday afternoon . . . for a dad named Lefty who’s hospitalized with a blood infection . . . and for a friend who seeks peace and hope in “a very unbearable situation.” Father, we lift them and their families up to You for Your loving response and care. (1 Peter 5:7)