There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell’
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.
It was only a grain,
But it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings
Although they’re so plain.

Now, did he berate
The harsh working of fate
That had brought him
To such deplorable state?
Did he curse at government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?

No - he said to himself
As he lay on a shell
Since I cannot remove it,
I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
Destiny - stew.

And the small grain of sand
That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl
All richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral;
For isn’t it grand
What an oyster can do
With a morsel of sand?

What couldn’t we do
If we’d only begin
With some of the things
That get under our skin

Author Unknown

"We know that in everything God works for good with those who love Him." Romans 8:28

"And Jesus said,... ‘All things are possible to him who believes.’" Mark 9:23

With the help of God, you too can turn your irritations into pearls.

Thought for the Week
Index