I would have invited friends to dinner even though the carpet was stained and the couch untidy. I would have eaten the popcorn in the beautiful living room and would be less worried about the dirt when we wanted to make a fire in the home. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather tell his youth again. I would never have insisted that the windows of the car be lifted because my hair had just been combed. I would have lit the pink candle that my children carved like a rose before it melted into the closet. I would have sat in the lawn with my children without worrying about grass stains. I would have cried less and laughed while watching TV and more watching life.
by Erma Bombeck.
I had walked life’s way with an easy tread, had followed where comforts and pleasures led, until one day in a quiet place, I met the Master face- to- face. With station and rank and wealth for my goal. Much thought for my body but none for my soul, I had entered to win in life’s mad race, when I met the Master face -to-face and blushed to see, that His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me. And I faltered and fell at His feet that day , while my castles melted and vanished away. Melted and vanished and in their place , naught else could see , but My Master’s Face. And I cried aloud ,O, make me meet to follow the steps of thy wounded feet. My thought is now for the souls of men. I’ve lost my life to find it again. Ever since that day in a quiet place, I met the Master face-to face.