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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Remember this mayonnaise jar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class&lt;br /&gt;and had some items in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;When the class began, wordlessly,&lt;br /&gt;He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar&lt;br /&gt;And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students, if the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured&lt;br /&gt;them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the sand filled up everything else.&lt;br /&gt;He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively&lt;br /&gt;filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided,&lt;br /&gt;'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;br /&gt;The golf balls are the important things - family,&lt;br /&gt;children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –&lt;br /&gt;Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else --The small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued,&lt;br /&gt;there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,&lt;br /&gt;You will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Play With your children.&lt;br /&gt;Take your partner out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to chat with your love ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be time to clean the house, and fix things, or giving a dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Take care of the golf balls first --&lt;br /&gt;The things that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled&lt;br /&gt;'I'm glad you asked'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,&lt;br /&gt;There’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: blue; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sometimes the less important things in life can distract us, filling up our time and keeping us away from what really matters. I encourage you to take a moment and ask yourself, is your jar of life full of sand &amp;amp; pebbles&amp;nbsp;or is it filled with large stones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032887096111486191-7690150322492727021?l=cfcaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans and no shoes. This was literally is wardrobe for his entire four years of college. He is brilliant. Kind of esoteric and very, very bright. He became a Christian recently while attending college.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and So Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat.

The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything. Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit and, when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet. (Although perfectly acceptable behavior at a college fellowship, trust me, this had never happened in this church before! 

By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, an Elder is slowly making his way toward Bill. Now the Elder is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying To themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do. 

How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor? It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. 

All eyes are focused on him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the Elder does what he has to do. And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone. 

Everyone chokes up with emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When the minister gains control, he says, "What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget. Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5032887096111486191-5785080187126980179?l=cfcaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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