When my father-in-law decided to move after his retirement, he invited us to his home to take a few pieces of furniture he wanted us to have.
One item was beautiful but very heavy - an antique dining-room set. Our teenage son helped us wrestle the set into our truck. It took the whole day, but finally the table, chairs, and china cabinet were sitting in our dining room.
"Just think," I said as I admired the furniture while my son sat resting. "This set is 100 years old. And someday, it will belong to you."
"Oh, no!" he replied with a stricken look on his face. "You mean I'm going to have to move this thing AGAIN?"
“Don’t bother to give God instructions; just report for duty.”
My friend Julie and I were eating at a Chinese restaurant.
"Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but doesn’t get you anywhere."
I was headed to Cincinnati Ohio.