Over the weekend while visiting a friend, her husband had found this poster and taken photos and read it to us. It’s called 3,900 Saturdays or 1,000 Marbles. I did a little research on it . . mostly because I was looking for a print of some kind that I could frame. I found it quite inspiring. During my research, I found a lot of folks who were bothered by it . . some though it focused too much on death, some thought it coped text from Winnie the Pooh . . whatever . . whether it’s real or fiction, I found it inspiring and hope you do too.
Nina says
great story we have started having all our kids(4) and their family’s come over for Sunday supper, If one can’t make it that is fine but everyone who is free comes. It works great before this we wouldn’t see some of them for weeks as life got so busy. Now it is a tradition even if they just come by for a bite then have to leave.
Tinkerfeet says
Great story and so true! That is why my hubby retired at 54 years old. We are not rich and of course if he would have worked longer we would have more money but we want the time more than money. We are very happy with our choice.
Susan says
Thank you for sharing this story! It is for me a reminder of what is really important. We get together every Saturday night with my husband’s family who lives really close. We have a big family dinner and spend time together. After we lost my mother-in-law, this time/ritual became even more important. You never know how much time you have with family so it is best to make the most of all of it. Thanks again!
Pam says
We had the honor of having my mother spend her last 200 Saturdays with us. She experienced a lot in her 5215 Saturdays on this earth. 1716 of those Saturdays were prior to my birth.
Her funeral was on Saturday.
No regrets.
Carole says
Thank you for posting this, Judy. I am half way through chemo treatments for stage 4 uterine cancer and being a “bottom line”, “don’t get your hopes up too high even with good news because then you have nowhere to go but be disappointed” kind of old (late 60s) gal who is in this fix because of her own bad choices. FEAR! of medical people who have access to sharp items and drugs has taken its toll. I know our Heavenly Father and the prayers of family, friends and strangers as well as my own, has put me in a place much better than I have any reason to hope for which I am ever so grateful. It’s always good to read and listen to writing and song, sacred and not, that reminds us to feed our better selves. I pray for all who read (and write!) this blog that you have a better day tomorrow as you each deal with your problems whatever they may be.
Julie in WA says
Whoa! What an impacting story! Thanks for sharing it, Judy…I will be spending time applying this to my life!
Rhonda says
This is an excellent story and really makes one think to just slow down and enjoy moment. Thank you for sharing and linking to the story.
wanda j says
I love it. Now where is the nearest toy store. makes you think about life in a whole different way doesn’t it?
Carolyn says
It’s been a long time since I heard/read that story. I totally agree we spend too much time working! I don’t know how many marbles I have left (lost my marbles LOL HAD to) but I do try to spend some time with those that I care about.
Pat (EagleKnits) says
My husband passed away suddenly from a heart attack three weeks ago. A few of his friends lamented that they had been intending to call or get together with him for several weeks, but just hadn’t made the time to do it. Stories like this can be a good reminder that we should pay more attention to the important things, because everything can change in the blink of an eye.