Children are like balloons with a message inside.

They start out small and we inflate them with something of ourselves.

As we pour our lives into them - they spread sunshine, give joy, brighten the days of grandmas and grandas and cheer up the sick.

They remind us of being young and that life is fragile.

They celebrate living!

When discouraged, they are like a balloon that deflates.

A simple openness allows us to refill them... with hope for the future, a feeling that they are special and the knowledge that God loves them.

Their enthusiasm is like a balloon carried on the wind with never ending energy.

They sway and drift.

It's then that they need our prayers and loving guidance, without to much pressure that would cause them to burst.

The time comes sprinkled with tears and joy, when others are able to read the message we have written on their hearts.

So we let go and let God have His way with our precious balloons... not the end, but truly the beginning!




grrr... I really hate having to bury children...

They dont belong in my funeral home...

They belong playing in a park, tumbling, giggling and tossing around.

Not on my table...

Not on my table...

True words.
I cannot imagine what it must feel like to see a child in that state. I have a difficult enough time just trying to comprehend the idea.

Love your children, people. They depend on it.