Too Much Sand

A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items on the table in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, about 2 inches in diameter.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up the remaining open areas of the jar.

He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “Yes.”

“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter – like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff.”

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party, or fix the disposal.”

“Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

Have you been spending too much time on sand?

Love & Gelato

This story is about a girl, Lina (short for Carolina) who lives with her mother. Her mother has cancer and her last dying wish is that Lina go to Italy and live with this man called Howard, who is supposedly her father.

Lina does not want to leave America. She definitely does not want to go to a foreign country and live with a father who wasn’t even there in her life for 16 years. But to honor her mother’s last wish, she goes to Tuscany.

She starts living in Howard’s house and gets her mom’s journal over there – a journal that her mom had maintained when she was living in Italy.

As Lina reads the journal, she realises that her young mother was totally different from the woman she knew, she learns about her mother’s journey, she experiences Italy through the eyes of her mother and makes memories of her own and falls in love as well.

There is a nice line in this book, that goes summerised like this –

“People come to Italy for many reasons but they stay back for the same two reasons – Love and Gelato.”

Short Story -Smoke Signal

I came across this story in our weekly Monday Coffee mails and I found it to be really meaningful. So sharing it here 🙂

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly to God to come rescue him, every day he scanned the horizon for help, but there was nothing.

Eventually, he managed to build a small hut for himself out of driftwood to protect him and a few of his belongings. But one day, he returned home from his scavenging for food to find that his hut was in flames, the smoke billowing up to the sky.

The worst had happened, everything he had was lost. He was filled with grief and anger. “God, how could you do this to me!”, he cried. Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

“How did you know I was here?”, he asked his rescuers wearily. “We saw your smoke signal”, they replied.
It’s easy to get discouraged when things aren’t working out in our lives. But we shouldn’t lose heart because God is working out our lives, even in the midst of all the pain and suffering.

So, remember next time your little hut is burning to the ground, it’s God way of summoning the good to you.:) 🙂