“I Will Never Eat Sugar or Wheat Again”

There really are lots of other things to eat. Besides, at a certain point in life, one has to decide if living to eat or eating to live wins. Our food becomes such a habit. The foods we crave are also the ones we should shun; besides, some of the alternatives are truly more enjoyable. Take Snickers for example…best candy bar ever made in my opinion, but the insulin increase and the hit to the pancreas is damaging.

God gave us one physical temple to inhabit until he calls us home and we are instructed to not defile that temple and to present it as  a living sacrifice. Therefore, is it possible to replace the Snickers with homemade granola and a fruit smoothie? Very doable!

As for the Wheat…that is a hard one. That yummy bread smothered with butter is labeled ‘organic’ ‘non-gmo,’ etc. Surely it will be fine. Afterall, even Jesus broke the ‘bread’ and fed multitudes. In this age, however, other countries refuse our wheat because of the pesticides used in America.  This poison is carried on the wind and seeds intermingle. Since round-up made me a widow, avoiding this grain is a ‘no-grainer.’ *grin*

So, a new day, starting with lovely sunshine, homemade granola and a fruit smoothie marks the turning of a new leaf: a new page of life where food is chosen to glorify and live; old habits put aside, and determination becomes my reasonable service. Bon Appetit.

A NEW Year, Oh Dear…

We all have responsibilities…some self-imposed; most circumstance-required. Our children, our jobs, our mates…lots of responsibilities are heaped upon us daily. Then comes January 1.

All day from opening eyes to dark, the voice of duty whispers. “What you do today, dear self, determines the direction for the next 364.” “Make it count!” “Eat better, lose weight, study consistently, clean out your closets and that messy garage/basement, EXERCISE!” How can a DAY have such sway?

The whispers of duty and determination increase in volume! “Write on your sleepy blog, for Heaven’s sake!” So here it is. Just a little blurb about this day; about life and responsibility.

The Good Book says that to whom much is given, much is required. So now God joins the choir of January 1 as higher duty calls the responsible Christian deeper.

While sharing a joyous visit with distant family one day this holiday season, the dreaded question broke through the mundane: “Are you still writing?” Oh my! Talk about a conversation stopper! To a writer, that question stings like no other especially when the answer is a clear, ‘No.’

Shame motivates or discourages. Which one depends on current mental conditions, and personal choices. We can be motivated, or suffer the regret of no motivation. That is a personal choice more profound on January 1 than any other day.

So, welcome to this year, dear self. Will you listen as the whispers become songs of victory? Or will you continue to wallow in the discouragement of 2018?

When the ‘victory’ belongs to Jesus and not the self, joining the choir is a natural result. So sing on New Year, I welcome the responsibilities you bring and pray for determination to fulfill them.

Children Are Like Berries

Children are like berries

They start as lovely flowers, perfect and pure.

They grow then, in clumps and the oldest ripen first;

Some ripen faster than others.

When picked and appreciated, it seems the others rejoice and grow more delicious.

The picking season may only last a few weeks, or moments.

Sometimes, we are too busy to pick the ripe ones.

We miss their little successes in life because of interest in our own!

It is a sad thing if they are missed and fall to the ground, unappreciated.

Eighteen Summers. That is all we have with them.

Turn around and they are grown, over-ripe for appreciation and honor then.

Today, they are ready to be used and appreciated in a delicious way, don’t miss it.

Be observant and check the bushes everyday lest the prime of their offering be missed.

This is their first chance at the pie of life. If this experience is soured with neglect, or indifference…

It takes a huge work to make the second growth become a promise.

Love those little berries while they blossom and ripen in your care.

Watch closely for their individual perfection and praise them with heaps of love.

This life is your pie, this is your second growth, parents…make it sweet for them, and count your summers as well as your blessings!

WARNING…

Often berry bushes send out long thorny suckers that discourage harvest. These unproductive, branches reach for the harvester as they grow; hanging down over the ripe berries with painful little spikes just waiting for a target.

Such are the wiles of the Enemy that seeks to thwart loving, patient parenting so little berries turn sour, fall to the ground and are crushed.

Cut off those suckers in prayer Mom and Dad, and treasure each moment as your little berries grow and ripen under your care.

Today We Honor Fathers ~ Two Chances at Life

Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live? Hebrews 12:9

A short, yet profound message I have for us today…a little nugget to slip into the pocket of our heart, treasured and held for the days we need it most.

Here it is:

We all get two chances at life. The first chance, we are the child. We have no say in the situation. We did not choose our parents. We are simply the recipient (in fact the victim) of whatever life they choose to live. If our Father or Mother leaves, or hurts us or hurts others, we can do nothing about it. If our Mother is loving and tender and forgiving and our Father gentle and protective, we are blessed beyond words; yet we have nothing to do with that either. We are the child, remember.

The second chance at life comes when we have our own children. Now, we call all the shots. We make all the choices. We determine the quality of their first chance, and we determine our own eternal destination. The choices we make in our second chance at life cannot ever be excused away as the results of our early childhood experiences when we take this nugget out and really examine it.

As adults, we are responsible to be the very best we can possible be right now in this moment. Many others are watching us and the little ones are learning from our behavior. Shall we not much rather be in subjection to the Father of Spirits and live? It will be worth the effort to do what is right on our second chance at life and attain that Great Reward from a God who may say, “Well done, thou Good and Faithful servant, enter ye into the Joy of the Lord.”

Happy Father’s Day!