Set on the Shelf

Sunday night I wrote: My husband is at church without me. For the last five functions we usually attend together, I’ve been at home resting with feet stretched out and blankets bundled about me.

Today, I’m actually warm enough wearing a light weight hoodie and a crocheted cap. I chanced the stairs yesterday to do laundry and to do some easy chores.

Somehow, my potassium got low, which hurts a person’s balance, and down I went, about a week ago. As I continue to write, I’m mindful of the goodness of God. As the body heals, being alone with God refreshes my spirit. At one point, I sensed Him encouraging me to write for His sheep.

I was supposed to go to the doctor’s again, but they couldn’t see me until today. From the very beginning, I’ve felt sure God was going to heal me. Around two days ago, it finally showed up in my eyes. My husband came home from evening service and said, “You’re feeling better!!”

“Yes, I am,” I told him.

I caught up on my Bible reading when I could finally focus over the past two weeks. I do well, then I slip behind. When reading three Old Testament chapters and one New Testament chapter a day, when I get busy over the weekend and don’t get it done, I think, Uh oh, I’d better read. Then the next weekend another four chapters behind, etc. It adds up.

I always think, if I can spend hours on a novel, surely I can read the Scriptures to catch my place.

I’ve been reading Isaiah and Jeremiah-not the most cheerful of books because God is mad at all the idol worship and putting babies in the fire for a wooden god. Blows my mind.

That’s why I’m not surprised that God is allowing tragedies in America. We’ve killed over six million of His precious babies. When I worked at a crisis pregnancy center in a city years ago, a young couple from a prestigious college came in to abort their baby. They appeared to be from China, he looked mad, she looked humble and afraid. When they found out we didn’t offer that service, he stormed out of the building, his wife behind.

Another client struggled over the decision to keep her baby-a lawyer in her late forties. The worker came out to me and said, “Pray! What a battle going on.”

I was the receptionist. Other clients included single moms with an African heritage, white teens living with older men they knew would provide for their baby, a Muslim girl looking to love a little one.

A young man came in with his girlfriend to help her choose to abort. When she left the room, he said, “She’s already got a baby. When I leave, who’s going to want them?”

That would have been his first child. When I called the home, he always answered the phone so I couldn’t speak to her. I wondered what she finally decided.

Margaret Sanger, from Corning, NY began Planned Parenthood with the idea of infanticide for African-heritage folks. She got some of that and more. All nationalities, with various levels of intellect and talents fell to the god of self as babies’ hearts faltered to a stop. God have mercy!

I went to the doctor’s again today. She ordered more blood work and told me to continue elevating my feet. If God wants me resting and not volunteering, going to a birthday party, or to church, I’m His to direct. Just makes me want to cry a bit.

I hope this finds you well! May God bless you.

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Full Focus

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I ordered Michael Hyatt’s Full Focus Planner. When I made the purchase there was a special offer of free training videos, which I appreciated. I went through the training and filled out a couple of goal sheets which have similarities and differences from others I’ve used over the years.

Something I’ll find helpful is the limit of 7-10 goals for the whole year, 2-3 goals for the quarter of the year. I chose work around the house for one and writing for number two. My third goal will be holiday preparations and I’m delighted to break the whole into small steps.

I got invited to a seaside home and requested the last part of September before the cold weather hits. We’ve had extraordinarily warm weather this Fall, although yesterday the temperature dipped down to our ordinary cooler days and nights. Today stayed the same, and I wore a couple of jackets when we went out. Tonight, in our heated home, I left one of the jackets on and put on a knit cap with ear flaps and tie strings for under the chin. My husband suggested I take a selfie and put it out on the blog. I looked in the mirror and decided it didn’t look too bad. He glanced up and smiled big time. Well, laughed really. I had already told him I’m not putting a picture of me in this warm cap online. I mean, why would I? 😊

So, at the end of September, near the lake, we boarded a pontoon boat, with a wide sturdy dock which suited this grandma perfectly. I wore a raincoat even though it was significantly warmer than today because I know I get chilled on the water unless it’s around 75 degrees F or higher. A breeze kicked up from the lake and we turned around to stay on the smaller waterways leading to the bigger body of water. I’ve been wanting to get on a boat, but I didn’t tell anyone. I thought of the verse that says if we’ll delight ourselves in the Lord, He’ll give us the desires of our heart. I’m not perfect at delighting myself in the Lord because I get my mind on self or responsibilities, but I do appreciate God for Who He is and how He blesses me. I thanked my friends personally, but I’ve been writing on my planner for days now, send a thank you note. They said it’s not necessary, but my mom always stressed sending a handwritten thanks to someone who did something nice for you. And the folks I went to visit provided a pleasant place for a sleep over, pleasant company, pleasant food, a pleasant dog and a pleasant cat who purred while sitting cozily next to me.

The only downside was going home to reality. Not only did we eat at a delightful soup and sandwich shop, which my co-visitor treated us at on our last day, but we stopped at some local stores with friendly workers with low costs compared to my neck of the woods. After I got home, it was my turn to cook, clean, do laundry, figure out the menu, etc. So spoiled. But, as has been said many a time, “home is home and it’s always wonderful to be in your own bed,” and with people you’ve grown fond of and see regularly.

I’m still reading Isaiah, going through the book, and it has harsh warnings and wonderful promises. A friend said today that true Christianity is a religion that embraces questions and thinking and reasoning, which is based on a verse in Isaiah: (Isa 1:18, CEV) “I, the LORD, invite you to come and talk it over. Your sins are scarlet red, but they will be whiter than snow or wool.”

I hope you are well. May God bless you.

 

 

Glycemic Index Cooking

I bought a recipe book a while ago and forgot about it. It’s entitled, Glycemic Index Cooking made easy: Lose Weight, Eat Well, and Boost Your Energy Levels Using Low-GI Foods. It’s written by Dr. Jennie Brand-Miller, Kaye Foster-Powell, Johanna McMillan-Price, Johanna Burani, Dr. Nadir R. Farid, and Kate Marsh. It’s published by Rodale, Inc., but the book does not give the location of the city and state where it originated except for the direct mail order edition from Avalon Publishing Group in New York, NY. I bought it in a wholesale store. They suggest getting their products at rodalestore.com, which may have been accurate in 2007, the year it was copyrighted.https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/517V%2BNQmL-L._SX408_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg

On page 185, a recipe entitled “Spaghetti with Summer Tomatoes and Basil” featured an entrée with only six ingredients. It suggested the presentation of the cooked food in an artful manner. My husband looked at it and said, “That looks like a girly meal.”

I asked if he was going to try it. He said, “Yes.”

The next thing I knew, he was back in the kitchen to dish up another bowlful. I marked the top of the page, “mmm good.”

I always use whole wheat pasta when it’s for the two of us. If company comes over, I may change the pasta to corn/quinoa pasta or artichoke pasta or white/enriched semolina pasta. The recipe didn’t specify what kind of spaghetti to use. Low glycemic meals are good for diabetics, from what I understand.

I’ve been crazy busy lately. As I read the Bible this morning, I thought I should be sure and blog tonight. I was reading in the book of Isaiah, and God was mad at the people for turning their backs on Him. He described the punishments He intended to unleash on Judah and Ephraim and Samaria. Yet, He promised them a remnant would be saved, from the line of Jesse, which was the father of King David. The prophet spoke of Jesus coming to the earth without naming Him directly. Jesus fulfilled the prophesy in Isaiah 9: 1 & 2, (NKJV) about a light shining in the darkness in Zebulun and Naphtali, etc.

Tornadoes may be heading our way tonight. They have touched down in PA. Tornadoes don’t normally come our direction. In Isaiah, God was furious because His people turned to wizards and mediums. In our town, I know of folks paying psychics for information about the future. God says in His Word, “Why aren’t the people coming to Me, asking for wisdom? They go to darkness instead of the light.”

I don’t even know how to pray for America, other than to say, “Dear God, please send revival.”

Then, I go about my day, buying groceries, cutting up tomatoes, getting research books from the library for things I want to write about. Jesus said that when He comes back, it’ll be like the days of Noah. People will be getting married, living ordinary lives, yet evil continued to grow worse and worse. I pray and then I take one step after another, trusting God and holding on to the joy He gives, because of the grace He gives.

May God bless you!