You Are What You Eat

a-plus“You are what you eat.” A statement most associate with food and weight but this is not really the truth that matters. We all feed ourselves with what we crave up until we learn perhaps our cravings are unhealthy. Even in the face of that reality, some persons choose to ignore still.

I was once required to write a thesis paper about social relevance. My topic was quite easily chosen because I remember seeing firsthand the deliberateness of teaching our children to be desensitized to violence. My paper was basically written about cartoons.

In cartoons of old, the theme of violence had a detached and unrealistic nature to them, i.e. they used animals to convey messages of destruction and inevitably the receiving target merely showed up as having charred fur but still lived to make our acquaintance again.

Through cartoons however, the measure of violence acceptable to children’s minds was seriously ramped up with the introduction of “anime” which grew beyond using animal subjects, to taking our youth’s minds into the realm of animated persons. Suddenly it became okay to show regular violence in a more realistic format….human against human.

It has been some time since I wrote my thesis paper and I am sad to say my A+ grade was on target. It cuts into my heart that I am a witness to evidence for being right. We may not care what we eat but our children are regurgitating what they have been fed.

Riding The Perfect Wave

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When I was in my late teens I was living in Japan and spent a great deal of time seeking solace upon a favorite beach, watching both sunrises and sunsets. I used to wonder a great deal about my life; what it had been, what it was and what it was to become? Listening to the waves speak was like hearing my own soul. Sometimes I was at peace and they were gentle to my ears, and other times they reflected my inner turmoil like a storm with continuous crashing against the rocks.

I miss regular walks on the beach but my reflective nature has never left me. My emotions can still be varied but I am learning not to be tossed about in the waves of my life like I’m caught in the undertow. I prefer to rest and ride the wave as best I can. It’s not easy and some days I feel ripped up by the undercurrents but breaking the surface once more I take in deep breaths of air, realizing I have survived to ride yet another wave.

Mentally I am the surfer in search of the perfect wave to ride clear into the beach, finally arriving in one “peace”.

Valentine’s Day

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Valentine’s day messages are all the rage in emails, television ads and every grocery isle where space was made to decorate with red and pink roses. I was left a special message to be happy this day by my loving husband. His tender heart makes my own ache with love and I am ever thoughtful about how blessed my life has been with him by my side.

Love spoken to one another is so sweet to hear but it’s our actions that really carry the memory and impact of what love means. I myself am learning how real love means to live outside of your own desires. To live for others and to act upon your love for them in ways that are costly to yourself.

I was thinking I would pick up one of those long stemmed roses today and carry it with me as a reminder of such beauty with a delightful fragrance. I want to be reminded that my life can be a rose offered up to the Lord this day.

Eph 5:2   and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God

Waiting Out Anticipation

There was a song in the seventies called “Anticipation” written and sung by Carly Simon and although I don’t remember all the lyrics I do recall it moaning, “anticipation, it’s keeping me waiting”. That has to be the line for our very lives today.

A restlessness is stirring me in places I cannot define but I just know I am unable to sit still for long; yet no matter how much I am moving, I am still in that place of waiting.

Pr 8:34 Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway.

I Want A Do-Over


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Some days just come and go so fast I am left looking at the dusk of it wondering “what did I do with it?” Wouldn’t it be great to have a do-over only you actually get to choose what you really wanted to do? I am pretty sure I would have taken a pass on work today. My mind fills with great scenes of the outdoors to be one with nature.

Soaking

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I stopped at the side door and just shook my head. It was a deluge outside and I wondered at the timing of this recent release. I had no coat with me, nor an umbrella. I had actually been hoping the weather would hold so I could take a walk alone on some trail. With a final resolve I shoved the door open and started to hurry to my car, but slowing my steps the rain pelted me. Looking at my sleeves I could see it wasn’t just rain but like snow cone ice slush. Part of me wanted to stand there and let it soak me; however I worked in a building with three stories of office windows. Eccentric is welcome, crazy might be suspect.

The drive home was the usual stop go action between the fool hardy and the overly cautious. My mind was already spinning to fulfill a desire. With so much going on inwardly all I wanted this hour was to feel something outward. The clouds were still pouring out a steady rain so as I neared my home I took advantage of the stop lights to take off my shoes and socks. I tucked away my phone and Bluetooth, not so much to protect them but more that I wouldn’t be interrupted.

Coasting into my driveway I remembered to turn my stereo down so “the man” wouldn’t know I was home and try to rush me inside in his gentlemanly fashion. This moment was for me alone. I opened the car door and put my bare foot on the wet cement. It was exquisitely cold so I quickly hopped out the door so both of my feet could enjoy the sensation together. I scooted around the front of my car which I had tried to park in such a way to give me some privacy.

When I was sure I was alone from prying eyes, I stood still letting the rain cover me. I could feel each drop on my head, through my clothes, tapping my arms, legs and the tops of my bare feet. I wanted to feel more so I extended my arms out from my side with my palms up letting this water run between my fingers. When this wasn’t enough I turned my hands over and let myself be touched more by this precious wetness from heaven. Needing more still, I let my face look upwards into the clouds until I couldn’t keep my eyes open, my hair was getting heavy with this rain. This was just the kind of soaking I needed to make me “feel” touched by the heavens.

In Spite Of Opposition I Will…

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I heard a co-worker talking today and she said, “where there’s a will, there’s a way”. Tonight I ask who’s “will” do we sway under. For so many years I followed my own will and have paid a high price for much of my wasted time and effort. When I had enough disappointments I finally asked the right question. “God, if you can hear me I need help.” He actually did help me; the same night I asked, I was given hope and comfort.

There are times when I desire to still follow my own will and my heavenly Father loves me enough to let me learn another lesson. In return for my efforts I get the exact definition of what it means to follow my own will…..the power to arrive at one’s own decision and to act upon it independently in spite of opposition.

I didn’t pull that definition out of a bible, it’s in a Webster’s dictionary. There is truth in what it says. “In spite of opposition” isn’t highlighted or even in a bold font but it should be. Opposition for me pretty much meant, “if it could go wrong, it did go wrong” and even when I thought I was winning the hand, I was losing the game.

Now when I hear someone toss out the phrase, “where there’s a will, there’s a way”, I am mentally snuggling up closer to my Big Daddy to keep me from the harm of my own will.

Matt 6:10 (NIV)  Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven

Liquid Reminder

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I have listened to this song many times but I needed a physical reminder today to bring me back around to understanding how much was paid for my redemption!

Liquid  –  Lyrics by Jars Of Clay

Arms nailed down,
are you telling me something?
Eyes turned out,
are you looking for someone?


This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.

Blood-stained brow,
are you dying for nothing?
Flesh and blood,
is it so elemental?

This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.

Blood-stained brow,
He wasn’t broken for nothing.
Arms nailed down,
He didn’t die for nothing.

This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.

In The Company Of Children

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Okay so I’ve been fighting a cold bug of some sort and if actions are any indication than I am on the winning side. I have remained ambulatory when I long ago would’ve expected to have taken to my bed. My only answer for why has to be expectation and joy. I spent a few hours in the presence of children, lots of them!

This is not something I get many opportunities for or should I say I haven’t been seeking them out. Most activities taking up my time center around “grown-up” stuff. Being with children reawakens something deep inside about dreams and hopes, excitement and laughter. Seeing the world through the eyes of a child is a place I need to come to often.

Rock Dancing

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Beneath open skies this morning, I stood in the rays of early morning sunshine and looked down into the valleys around me. They are so green right now. Clouds were coming in pretty quickly so I enjoyed this window of bright light and hopped up on a boulder to stand even taller.

I had some ear buds in and as I’m standing on this rock a new tune starts and the lyrics sing “On Christ, the solid rock we will stand, all other ground is sinking sand.” What could I do but laugh and hold my hands up in surrendered joy of His mighty glory. The urge to dance was so strong, but looking around I could see there were people hiking about here and there. “What would they think?” As quickly as the thought came I shoved it aside and began my dance on that rock!

There was no way I was going to pass up an opportunity to dance and praise before my KING; I had to dance like David danced!

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2 Sam 6:14a (NKJV)   Then David danced before the LORD with all his might;