Apples

> > A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention >in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty >of time for Friday night's dinner. > > In their rush, with tickets and brief-cases, one of these salesmen >inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of baskets of >apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they …

…day to day. > > You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a >fall. > > He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called >Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit. > > Let us live like we are worth the price He paid. *** I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it ***