Proverbs by the World’s Wisest Man

King Solomon asked God for wisdom to lead the nation of Israel, way back in the day. God was so pleased that Solomon didn’t ask for things for himself that God said, (in 2 Chronicles 1:11-12 NKJV) which I copied from esword.com:
2Ch 1:11 …”Because this was in your heart, and you have not asked riches or wealth or honor or the life of your enemies, nor have you asked long life—but have asked wisdom and knowledge for yourself, that you may judge My people over whom I have made you king—
2Ch 1:12 wisdom and knowledge are granted to you; and I will give you riches and wealth and honor, such as none of the kings have had who were before you, nor shall any after you have the like.”

When Queen Sheba came to Solomon from Africa with tremendous gifts for King Solomon and with questions, she left having received more than she gave him and it says in 2 Chronicles 9:4 that when she saw all that King Solomon had and how things were set up, “there was no more spirit in her.”

She came to him because she heard of his incredible wisdom, but she underestimated him until she listened to his answers and saw the blessings of God firsthand.

Solomon blessed the people and praised God. ‘The Lord has kept his promise to David and I have built the temple for the Name of the Lord,’ he declared. – Slide 13

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I’ve been reading Proverbs lately, and when I got to Proverbs 15 I thought, I’m going to write these down so I can meditate on these verses and possibly memorize some of them.

I’ve been reading Proverbs for years. It amazes me how many times while reading the Bible that I’ll think sometimes, oh, I’ve already read this, nothing new here.

Then, I’ll read and it’s like I’ve never seen this verse or passage before and ideas will formulate that never occurred to me before. It’s definitely a supernatural book, the best selling book ever printed.

One day, at a hospital waiting for my sister to come out of surgery last year, I read a section in the Old Testament that was hard to read because God was mad about sin. On and on it went about sin and the consequences for His people that lived in ways that violated His commandments. They never intended to repent. The nation was going downhill and families were splitting up and women were destitute because they didn’t have the ability to make money, etc.

So, while reading, this older guy came along and he saw my unsmiling face and made a comment about the Bible and my attitude toward it. And without giving it any thought, I told him the Bible was boring. I got so flustered and he got called away, and I thought, why did I say that?

Not to say that when I’m reading long lists of names of people that I don’t know, that I haven’t had to stifle a yawn. But there’s such a richness to the Word of God, when I think back on that conversation, I wish I hadn’t responded that way. I asked God to forgive me and I prayed for the fellow, because I wasn’t prepared to answer him about God’s wrath.

I heard a sermon in a church I visited on Sunday. Part of the message was to pray to God to be prepared to share the glorious news of salvation. The “Good News” includes the bad news that all are sinners and all need an advocate, a redeemer to make it into heaven. So, I’ll pray again for that elderly man in case he doesn’t know Jesus as his Lord and Savior.

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

Driving for Changes

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I drove North to a city today to pick up my sister from the hospital. She is so much better than she was a week ago.

I wondered if she knew me last week. Nope. She remembered me telling her my daughter’s name and asking if she knew her.

My sister has a black eye today she didn’t have yesterday. She said they gave her quite a bit of heparin and the corner of her eye has been itching, so as she scratched it, it bruised. Same with her arm. That’s a medication that thins the blood to prevent blood clots. She told me the heparin will wear off over time. Praise God.

I was so blessed to have clear roads. The sky was jam-packed with clouds. I heard that city is going to be hit with snow tomorrow. I’m glad I picked her up today.

When we got ready to leave the hospital, I told my sister how kind the social worker and her nurse were. She thought those who work with people in a medical setting who don’t care deeply for others burn out and quit within two years.

She’s been a medical secretary for years and she’s my go to person when I don’t understand blood work numbers or a diagnosis or medicine.

I’m so glad God spared her life from the diabetic ketoacidosis which almost killed her. On a selfish note, I’m glad to be able to stay home and get ready for Christmas, Lord willing.

It is an adventure following God. My days completely change on occasion and I’ll sense God’s Spirit whispering, “I’ve got this.”

Other times, a tiny thought, “You don’t have to worry.”

I hope you’re well. May God bless you!

Accepting Change

Every once in a while, I have a day that re-arranges itself. Today was one of those days.

A few days ago, I picked up a book from the library by David Allen entitled, Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity, Revised Edition, published by Penguin Books, New York, NY. The copyright is by David Allen in 2001, 2015 and the Foreword is copyrighted in 2015 by James Fallows.

I read the first edition a few years ago but I did one step and let it go.

As I did the first step over again on Thursday, I decided it was time to buy the book. I thought of purchasing the e-book, but it was $5.00 more than the paperback.

Yesterday was such a busy day, I decided to do step 2 today. Then, a close friend sent me a message telling me what hospital she ended up in and for me not to come there.

I did detective work to reach her son and he told me to drive up there. I prayed and felt as if God said the same thing. She scolded me and then said she was glad I drove up. I hope to hear a good report soon.

I called a friend for prayer and she offered to ride along so I could have company.

I don’t know her as well but I took her up on the offer. On the way home, we enjoyed a sky full of fluffy clouds stretched thin across the horizon with blue sky and bright sun peeking between the many layers.

She said at home she gets to see beautiful golden-orangish sunsets from her front porch. We prayed for my friend before they took her off for another test, and off we went.

Then she directed me to a nice Thai restaurant where I got to try two dishes I never had before.

Earlier, I bought her a chai tea as I ordered one fo me. As I drove the highway, my tallest finger swelled with pain. I told my husband I figured it was the chai or the Thai and noted that they rhymed. He wasn’t impressed.

Later, I ate a small rich ice cream cone and after a while, a juicy peach. We’re getting to the end of our local growing season for peaches.

As I ate the rich dessert I thought it’s probably not the smartest thing to eat with my finger aching. A few hours later and it’s better.

I really appreciate God answering prayers for healing, but as my passenger stated when we talked about our eating habits when we’ve learned some food choices encourage health and others hinder health, “Therefore to him who knows to do good and does not do it, to him it is sin,” James 4:17, (NKJV).

She rarely gives me verses to consider unless we’re in a Bible study, but I agreed with her. When I brought up the chai tea with sugar and skim milk she and I decided a small treat is not bad.

The Word of God tells us to be moderate in all things, although that wouldn’t apply to obvious things to avoid like gossip or slander or theft, etc.

Eating small amounts of sugary foods is not sin, but gluttony is a sin. Our body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, we’re supposed to take care of it.

Well, I’m preaching to myself here. If I eat healthy foods, drink enough water, exercise, and sleep before midnight I feel better.

On that note, I’m going to type this and get ready for bed. I’d like to blog earlier so my brain doesn’t get stimulated at night, but my days don’t seem to co-operate.

May God bless you.

A Change in Course

I’ve said it before, “My life is not my own.”

Early Sunday morning I thought about the day ahead and then the phone rang. My daughter from up north was calling. I said, “Oh, no.”

Because of the time of day, I rightly assessed the nature of her call, it wasn’t good news. She didn’t ask for my advice but when I heard my young grandson had another fever of 103 degrees Fahrenheit and the pain in his legs from five days ago had now turned into him only being able to stand on his tippy-toes, I told her to take him to the hospital with the best care for children. Her pediatrician agreed, so off they went.

Many years ago one of my sons’ needed to see a specialist for a problem and the doctor told me he didn’t need to see a pediatric specialist. “We’ll just watch it for a while.”

I felt uneasy about it, but I trusted him. Two-three years later, the office hired a pediatric specialist. He told me my son needed an operation. Cosmetically it ended up helping him, but internally and functionally his body had adapted to work around the incorrect configuration. Once the doctor fixed the structure, the body ignored the repair and worked as it always did, imperfectly. “He needed this operation two-three years ago,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

So we’ve dealt with it and moved on.

Last week my grandson had been diagnosed with the flu by his pediatrician, sight unseen. At the hospital, they said it was a virus and his body’s immune system sent enzymes to fight it. They were too high, although not alarmingly off and he was dehydrated. So they monitored his enzymes overnight and gave him an IV to get his fluids up.

As soon as I heard about it, I told her I’d drive up. We asked people to pray. I’ve found this Bible verse true more than once in my life: Philippians 4:6, (KJV):  Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.

Php 4:7  And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

 

My husband and I rearranged what we could of our schedules. The dr.’s told her the virus could affect individuals in various ways. That night, her oldest son’s digestion erupted and the three adults in the house pitched in to clean up the vomit.

I was the first on the scene, so whenever we babysit and something like that happens I always tell her “You owe me,” and sometimes I add, “big time.”

Her response varies from a laugh to a smile or a comment. Yesterday she said, “I know it!”

We only saw them for about half an hour once they got home in the afternoon. My husband needed to be at work.

When my grandson came in pale and shaky and still on his tip toes a bit I almost started crying. My husband told him to flatten his feet out and he worked at it and then smiled as he regained total balance.

I guess he slept from the afternoon all the way through until morning. The oldest finally got his stomach to settle just after we left.

I’d been doing laundry and cleaning and bringing him water with advice to take it slowly –which he ignored the first time. His poor tummy. I tucked blankets around him and felt his forehead for fever. His grandpa went to buy him ginger ale.

When his mom got home, she sat close to him and I gave her the watered-down ginger ale that I’d swirled to get the bubbles out of.

She fed him a teaspoonful and got close to look in his eyes. She spoke softly and they seemed to be closed off from all the rest of us. I could sense him relaxing. “Mom and my brother are home, all is well now,” radiated from him.

It was so hard to leave. We haven’t seen them in a while. Yet, I’m the one who invited my husband which knocked a day off of our availability.

He took her some pajamas and stuff into the city in the dark of night. I hadn’t thought of that when I asked him to accompany me.

He’s the kind of dad that listens to his kids, so I’m sure she found comfort in him showing up. She said she was glad he made it there, too. She was just trying to figure out if I could extend my stay. I had an appointment today, so that’s the way it goes sometimes.

I’ll see her before too long if my time doesn’t get hijacked again. I make plans and then adjust them when life rears up with an alternate scenario.

I wonder if my son’s misfortune happened to prevent my grandson from going to the wrong hospital and ending up with kidney damage. Only God knows.

May God bless you this last week of February.

Food Poisoning

Ecc_3:1, (KJV) To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Ecc_3:2  A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

I took a break from writing a blog on Tuesday night because I developed symptoms from food poisoning on Monday night shortly after writing and sending a blog out.

The doctor asked if we ate out the night before and we had. My husband didn’t think that was the problem because he ate a small amount of the same food. I don’t know. So, I felt as if the Lord told me early on I’d be going to the hospital.

Later on, I also thought He was telling me I was all done being sick, and I wasn’t.

A few decades ago my husband and I worked with a youth pastor. He said, “I’ve asked God to speak to me in the same voice so I always recognize it.”

I need to do that. I’m not sure why I haven’t done it already. Anyway, after three hours of sickness, I began telling God I wanted to live. My husband said, “I’m going to call the doctor.”

That’s not his norm. The doctor told him I needed to get to the hospital. The problem was, how to manage while, er, busy.

Eventually things settled a little, and off we went. On Monday night I wrote about my sister having trouble breathing and that night I got so sick I was having trouble breathing.

Evelyn Christenson, a favorite author of mine when I was a young mom said she got tested on whatever she wrote about. The first book I read was What Happens When Women Pray. I got the picture of the book from her website where folks can order it. How awesome!

When I reminded my husband of that considering the circumstances, he said, “What are you going to do, stop writing?”

I don’t know if I could stop writing. It’s one of my six top priorities in life. Only if God told me to, and I’d ask Him to confirm it seven times at least.

People say that the number seven is the number of perfection and God used it to set up our week in Genesis, and He wrote to the seven churches in the book of Revelation, etc.

Anyhow, do you have a person that speaks common sense to you when you need to hear it? I really appreciate my husband.

Also, he took every turn in the roads to the hospital with care. Considerate.

May God bless you!

Change Hinderers

I have to admit, I like change. Yet, at a conference where my husband and I, as leaders, were being coached to change, I didn’t like it. Anxiety sat on my shoulder, what would this change do to the flow of things back at the building?

Who am I? Why did I resist the ideas for change. When did I, um, change?

After I looked at the resistance to change at that meeting, I decided to take a deep breath, get over the idea that I might not want to look at new techniques, and became more open. I’m sure the instructor appreciated that. If leadership won’t consider anything new, forget implementing anything after the training.

As some may know, I’ve started keeping a time-log. I’m on week two. It amazes me how quickly time flows and how hard it is for me to keep an 8.5 by 11 inch piece of paper with me at all times so I can keep track of the fleeing half hours. So, I’ve cheated and tried to remember. Where did that half hour go between eating lunch and finishing a note to my neighbor, now living in assisted-living quarters hours away? How is it that she’s gone and I rarely made it over to sit and chat? How is it that I didn’t know she was lonely until after she moved away and her daughter told me? And surely, it didn’t take me half an hour to say hi, how are you, I miss you.

The other day, I intended to clean for three hours and write for five. The phone rang. “What time did you say you were coming over today?” After setting up an appointment for the afternoon, I called my friend. “Remember our walk, can you make it this morning?” Oh, man. How many hours are there in the day? Overbooking when I’m actually keeping track shows the tendencies that have sabotaged me in the past, which is what this exercise is all about.

Today, a friend needed a ride to see some people. Her close friend called me to see if I could accommodate her, because she was too upset to drive. A friend looking out for another friend, and I agreed. I wouldn’t want emotional duress to cause an accident. So I packed my computer in a bag with a Bible and a writing book and money for lunch. I’m glad I was available, but as soon as I find my time paper, I’ll have to block out three hours of time for a sandwich and the drive and maybe two verses read.

Sometimes when people know you are trying to diet, or to be less available, or kicking the addictive behavior you enjoyed with them, they’ll give you little hints as to why you shouldn’t even bother. “You’ve tried that before and it didn’t work, don’t worry about it.” Or, “I’ll miss you. Surely you don’t have to skip time with me.” Or “What kind of a friend are you? We always go to the ice cream stand after class? One hot fudge sundae a week won’t kill you?” Etc. Etc.

I’m reminded of what Cecil Murphey said to me, “What are you willing to give up?”

For a person who likes change, I can see that I have some routines that I like. I read a book for a resource for a marriage book I’m working on. The man had Asperger’s Syndrome. If I remember correctly, his wife pointed out that he spent forty-five minutes looking in the mirror in the morning while she got their children fed, bathed, dressed, and then got herself ready for work. I think people can fall into time-wasting habits and not even be aware. This man wanted to help his wife and improve his marriage. His book is: “The Journal of Best Practices: A Memoir of Marriage, Asperger Syndrome, and One Man’s Quest to Be a Better Husband,” by David Finch.

He altered behaviors for the benefit of his wife, himself and his children. He didn’t allow others to hinder his progress. As I change and grow, I’ll continue to note hindrances of my own making and maybe see some from others. Then I’ll have to decide, “What am I willing to give up so I can stay seated at the keyboard or to avoid a trip to the dr.s office or hospital, etc.?”