Kloke ord og sitater for enhver anledning

Kjære medmenneske april 14, 2013

Velg dine ord med omhu og takt
ord – de kan ha virkelig makt.
Hva som blir sagt i alvor og skjemt,
kan brenne seg fast, og aldri bli glemt
… Mye kan bli sagt som virkelig sårer
og bringe fram såre og bitre tårer.

Misforståelser og vonde ord,
kan gi grobunn til ondskap – slik at den gror.
Vi kan ha , for lett til å klandre,
men trenger – vi være slik mot hverandre?

Omsorg og kjærlighet – må livet ha,
det trengs for å leve – og ha det bra.
Misunnelse og baktalelse i lange baner
sårer mye mer – enn vi kanskje aner.

Ingen er heldigvis ”helt perfekte”
det tror jeg er vanskelig å benekte?
Gi ikke ris til egen bak,-
det er alltid to sider i samme sak.

Sløs med omsorg, kjærlighet, tilgivelse
og å skape glede – og fred.
For ingen kjenner dagen, før solen går ned..

Irene Sande


Det største mysterium

Filed under: Øyeblikk,Baby,Barn,Gud,Himmel,Kjærlighet,Mennesker,Mirakel,Mysterium,Tro — gullkorn @ 1:35 pm

Det største mysterium er ikke mer enn det at en ørliten kropp er våknet til jorden. Den nyfødte ser. To luker i himmelen går opp. Selv fem-trinns-raketter og kjernefysikk blir puslingers puslespill når det nyfødte barn med et eneste blikk beviser at Gud er til.

-André Bjerke


Letter from mother to daughter

Letter from a Mother to a Daughter: «My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story… night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionaly lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter. «


The date

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally…


That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”


That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”


We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.


“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.


A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”


At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”


On the other side februar 1, 2012

Filed under: Død,Gud,Hunder,Jesus,Kjærlighet,Kloke ord,Livet,Tillit,Trøst,Tro,Valg — gullkorn @ 9:10 am

A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,

«Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side.»

Very quietly, the doctor said, «I don’t know.»

«You don’t know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?»

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; from the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, «Did you see my dog’s behavior? He’s never been in this room before. He didn’t know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I know my Master is there and that is enough.»


Hold meg november 18, 2011

Hold meg i hånden søster.
Vi går på en usikker vei,
under de evige stjerner
… famlende du og jeg-
Hjelp meg når foten gjør feiltrinn
og ikke kan finne sin vei.

En hånd kan si det som
ingen munn tør si i ord.
En hånd kan knuges
og fortelle om kjærlighet stor.
En hånd kan røpe det ingen vet.
… En hånd kan være en taus bønn
om kjærlighet.
En hånd å holde i kan ofte gi
deg mer enn hva en munn
med ord kan si.

(Dagny Tande Lid)


Det blømer ei rose oktober 25, 2011

Filed under: Dikt,Fred,Gud,Jul,Kjærlighet,Nåde,Vinter — gullkorn @ 11:03 am

Det blømer ei rose i vinternatt,
eit under i dødens velde.
Så edel ei rose – i klungerkratt,
her står vi ved Livsens kjelde.

Det blømer ei rose i frosen jord
der kulde og natt får råde.
Ho løynt er for den som er stolt og stor,
men barnet får sjå – av nåde.

Det blømer ei rose så bjart og klår,
alt farga av kross og kvide.
Ho fargen sin ber av dei slag og sår
som Herren ein gong må lide.

Det blømer ei rose i vinternatt,
der finn vi Guds kjærleiks gåte,
ei angande rose, ein himmelskatt,
Guds under – hans fred og nåde.

(Johan Sorknes)