Thursday, January 29, 2015
It all started nearly two weeks ago; a Snickers came walking into my thoughts and settled down in the back of my mind. I concluded the only way to dislodge it was to eat it. I bought a snickers and I ate it slowly enjoying every bite. That was a week ago last Sunday and there is no food guilt on Sunday. Sometime later I don’t remember when toffee tickled my imagination. (I can imagine real good too) So I went to Fred’s and found sugar free toffee. Sugar free toffee? No! Sooo I bought peanut butter candies and I ate them. I shared a few (but not many) with mom and my brother, Gordon. So it went on, the desire for chocolate creeping into the middle of my thoughts and derailing them. I began to squelch them with coffee. (Coffee fixes everything.) I drowned them with water. (All the articles claim that works, but they lie!!!) Then on Saturday I fell and twisted everything. I was laid up and chocolate took a holiday. By Tuesday I was on my feet more or less and at Walmart doing my belated weekly shopping. So that made Tuesday Sunday there is no food guilt on sort of Sunday. And I had a green salad for lunch! So I bought Reese Peanut Butter Cups. It has just been getting worse, scared think of chocolate, Tired? Why not have chocolate? Making fish cakes? Ooooo look there’s Lava Cake! Just click on it, you know you want to…
Sunday, January 18, 2015
I couple weeks ago I was talking to someone about old journals and old blogs. I said that old writings can help us see where we have come from and how God has changed us. In my twenties(?) I read through all my journals from my teenage years and destroyed them. I remember at the time thinking I did not recognize the uncertain and unhappy child I had been. I wish now I had saved those journals because being reminded of where we have been helps us empathize with other people now. Today I discovered another reason for saving and reading old journal entries; they can help us see who we need to become again. No, we will never be the same. Life changes and shapes us but we can seek after the lost pieces of ourselves we have left behind on the journey.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Awhile back I bought a twenty pound bag of birdseed. This was the economy bag and contained mostly small seeds like sorghum and almost no sunflower seeds. It was only six dollars and ninety-five cents after all; what can you really expect? I got Mom interested in feeding the birds too. It wasn't long before she had a pair of Blue Jays visiting her feeder. Some morning there would be a Blue Bird as well as the usual mob of sparrows. So Mom bought some high powered song bird mix. We took that lame low powered bird feed and mixed it together with the new stuff. Then we filled up the feeders, all day long we watched the Blue Jays and Cardinals feasting at Mom’s feeder. The little birds pecked and fought little wars in order to reach that high powered food. Then I came out to the Winnebago and I passed by my feeder. Do you know what? Some little bird had thrown all that high powered seed on the ground!
That got me thinking about the Word of God. Little birds like little seeds that are easy to pick up and crack open. People are like that when it comes to the word of God. We like verses that we can stick on coffee cups and quote of the top of our heads. Somewhere in my teenage years I got a coffee mug that had a lovely free form dove on it. The side of the mug read, “Rejoice Philippians 4:4” I loved that mug. I looked the scripture up and memorized the 4th and 6th verses of Philippians 4 so that what I ended up with was something that went like this, “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” I liked that; it was happy. In my mind it meant that God was going to answer my prayers my way.
When I was nineteen I read the Bible through. Imagine my shock when I rediscovered Philippians 4. I had missed the point I had taken the best and thrown it out! What God had to say was so much better than my shallow re-interpretation. Philippians 4:4-7 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. It promised me God’s peace. Wow! What an amazing thing! God’s peace can help me when the world is falling apart. God’s peace can meet me when I am faced with unbearable grief. God’s peace can comfort me when there are no answers to, “Why?” God’s peace is powerful food.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
I once told my cat her mind was a fuzzy quagmire of kitty thoughts and I believe my Mom might have said something like, “like owner, like cat.” I could however have a faulty memory. For a while now several of my friends have been encouraging me to start a blog after reading some of my random posts on Facebook. They are generally short and pithy. They are the result of what I have been thinking about that day or what has been cooking in the back of my mind that week. Whenever I have the urge to write something longer I resist it. Just encase you didn't know blogs are work. For example I have made an error in grammar by using encase instead of in case. I am sure I have made punctuation errors as well; spelling and grammar were never my strong suits. Lately several ideas that require longer entries than should be posted on Facebook have been cooking in the back of my mind. So I went looking to see if my old blog was still there. I have renamed it because it has become the receptacle of what lurks in the back of my mind. Here it is for all the world to see, welcome to my quagmire.