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F -Faith



Faith isn’t always the grand gesture, the bold declaration, or the dramatic leap into the dark. Sometimes it’s much quieter than that. Sometimes it’s simply a soft yes whispered during a morning prayer.

Yes, Lord. I trust You.

So often we place our hope in people. We trust that they will do the right thing. We believe they will follow through with what they say. We expect their actions to match our standards. And when they don’t, disappointment follows.

The truth is simple: people are messy.

Each of us lives by a different set of standards, shaped by our experiences, beliefs, and circumstances. It’s easy to assume that what seems obvious to us should be obvious to everyone else. But that assumption often leads to frustration. What feels right or natural to one person may not even cross another person’s mind.

Lately, I’ve been asking God to help me find peace in that reality. To be content with the standards I try to live by, while remembering that He created each of us uniquely in His image. No two people are the same. Like snowflakes, every life carries its own design.

It should come as no surprise. People will fail us. That is part of being human.

True faith isn’t about expecting perfection from others. It’s about trusting that God will give us the strength to accept what we cannot change. It’s about offering grace while others are still growing, still learning, still becoming who they are meant to be.

Because sometimes faith isn’t the moment we leap.

Sometimes it’s the quiet decision we make again and again — to trust God more than we trust people, to offer grace when disappointment would be easier, and to keep whispering yes even when the world feels uncertain.

And in the end, it’s those quiet yeses that shape who we become.

How about you? Where do you need to let it go and lay in God’s hands and have faith that He’s in control not you?

Cheers,

E – Evolving

Evolving
Growth is the point, not perfection.
Pen to paper.
Thoughts turning into words, ink pressing quietly into a page that will eventually outlive the moment that created it.
Every line carries a little hesitation, a little truth, and the occasional smudge where certainty once tried to live.
Headlines move faster than understanding.
News travels quickly, and judgment travels even faster.
The questions arrive on schedule: What have you done?
What could you have done?
As if the world were simple enough for clean answers.
History has never been that tidy.
Propaganda calls it saving a country.
Some are crowned heroes, others disappear into the quiet margins where the unsung always seem to live. Nations fight nations, while smaller wars unfold behind ordinary walls where no flags are raised but the stakes still feel just as high.
In war there are no true winners.
In the end, everyone falls in one way or another—some loudly, some quietly, but no one untouched.
The past, stubborn as ever, has a habit of repeating itself.
New slogans.
New voices.
Yet the same familiar pursuits continue circling the room:
power, recognition, control, wealth.
And somewhere between the noise of headlines and the echoes of history, a quieter realization waits patiently.
Perfection was never the destination.
But growth—
growth surprisingly leaves fingerprints on every page.


What do you think?  Are you evolving?  How are your challenges that you face going?  Let me know.

Cheers,

 

Smoke and Mirrors

I’ve been working on my A-Z posts because I really hope to have them all done before April 1st! Wouldn’t that be a SURPRISE?… I’m close…I really am close.

Yesterday or day before Tall Cool ☺ne was reading/listening to me jabber about one of my polished posts. He commented, “That’s a lot like a post you did awhile back.” He has such a good memory.

I searched and searched for that stupid post and could not find it. Come to find out it was posted on MYSPACE (which I don’t even know where that platform went anymore). I tried to find me but I had no luck. The good thing… (and I guess bad thing) I keep hard copies via paper zone as well as a folder on my desktop of everything I’ve ever written and posted. So here it is, a little more refined. This is a foreshadowing for an upcoming post for one of the letters I’ll be using in the A-Z Blogging challenge.

Smoke and Mirrors (circa 2015)

“Smoke and mirrors” — a way to distract from what’s really going on. A trick to make something look better, cleaner, or more impressive than it actually is.

Magicians use it to create illusions.
Companies use it to sell products.
And people? We use it too.

In today’s world of cyber reality and virtual friendships, we convince ourselves we truly know people. But the truth is, we only know what’s shown to us. As Brad Paisley put it, things are “so much cooler online.” And he wasn’t wrong.

Filters, edits, and carefully crafted posts turn reality into something else entirely—a polished version of the truth. A red herring. A distraction.

So here it is, plain and simple: writing means risking being known.

(This lets on how old this post is…my book was back in 2014) Pre work at home so I had lots of time to “HOBBY”.)

Last week, I got dropped by a publisher I had signed with to sell my first book. Just like that—gone. Since then, I’ve been trying to regroup, to get myself back together. My social media activity has slowed, and that’s been harder to adjust to than I expected.

Part of my “job”(AKA real life now hobby) was to promote my book daily online. But here’s the honest truth—I don’t care what the experts say: virtual friends can feel like smoke and mirrors. I can’t verify a single book sale that came from any social media promotion.

We all want to be seen. We all want attention. So we chase it—liking, following, sharing—across Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, LinkedIn, Blogger, and a hundred other platforms. (Half of these weren’t even heard of when I wrote this)

But let’s be honest.

Most of those people don’t really know you. And most of them don’t really care. The “like” button often isn’t about connection—it’s about visibility. A quiet trade: I’ll like yours if you like mine.

There are friends.
And there are followers.
They are not the same.

Now, to be fair—this isn’t true for everyone. But if you want to measure real friendship, ask yourself:

How many people reach out to you personally—not just clicking “like,” but actually checking in?
How many would get out of bed in the middle of the night and drive hours to help you?
How many would give something of themselves—a pint of blood, a kidney—if you needed it?
How many would stand in harm’s way for you?

That’s the difference.

Don’t confuse online connection with real-life relationship. Yes, everything can look better online—but sometimes it’s just a polished illusion. Smoke and mirrors.

Meanwhile, out here in the real world, there are people—real people—who aren’t hiding behind the smoke and mirrors.

Find them. Hold onto them! Be real, have fun!

Cheers,

Cloud-Cuckoo-Land

Cloud-Cuckoo-Land

Ah, yes, spring has sprung: pollen
Robin red breast birds have sung: wheezing
Buzzing bees make their nests: coughing
Here they come, ants and pests: sneezing
Ah, yes, spring has sprung!

Eyes puff up appears to be sand: itchy
Guarded with a tissue in hand: snotty
Yellow and green dust everywhere: sniveling
Ah, yes, spring has sprung!

Flowers and blossoms in full bloom: appeasing
Wisteria’s drooping like a flume: still sneezing
Till up the dirt, dig the ground: sweating
Spread the seeds all around: whining
Get out the sports car, va-va-vroom: laughing
Ah yes, spring has sprung.

Cheers,

I can’t stop coughing and sneezing!

 

Variety Show: Spirit Feeding † Flesh Starving


Typically I wake up in the middle of the night and my thought for the days post will come to mind and I’ll start pondering it in in the wee hours of the morning until my watch vibrates at 3:25AM. By then the post is pretty much written and I just have to transfer it from brain to dashboard. Today that was not the case. So here we are with another post that has nothing to do with my theme. I really hope you enjoy the variety show.

A Good Cause

Outside Perception

Everyone Has a Story

Crackerberries Kitchen

Finding Eliza

How Would You Know?

The Other Side

Lisa’s Garden Adventure

JMD Creative

Leap of Dave 

Janet’s Smiles

Sue’s Trifles

A whole slew of other blogs to choose from

Hope everyone is having a great day.  Only four more letters to go.  We can do this together.

Cheers,

 

 

This is part of the A-Z blogging challenge.  Don’t forget to visit some of the other bloggers in the challenge and also check out Crackerberries Kitchen!

 

Theme Tempting: Spirit Feeding † Flesh Starving

Temptation interferes with my good writing habit
Satan lurks to devour, I understand this tacit
Some people are paid for their thesis or theory
For me it’s therapeutic when I’m feeling weary
The task at hand is one post a day
Like gathering manna, I must do it God’s way
Though I try to write more and get further ahead
The words won’t come, so I Toon Blast instead
I know it sounds silly wasting time on a game
If my post doesn’t come there’s no one to blame
But I trust in the Lord with mind, soul and heart
He’ll guide my time and I’ll finish what I start.

Be encouraged, be blessed and if temptation gets you, take the challenge, turn and finish what you start.

Cheers,

 

This is part of the A-Z blogging challenge.  Don’t forget to visit some of the other bloggers in the challenge and also check out Crackerberries Kitchen!

Noise: Spirit Feeding † Flesh Starving

Before I got my hearing aids, I didn’t realize how much noise there was in a day. Having 50% hearing loss in one ear and more than that in the other caused me to miss a lot. Some of the noise is pleasant, some not so much.

I never noticed in the morning when I fed the cats the one who thinks he’s a puppy always would rub my hand when I dumped the food in his dish. He also offers a meow of thanks which I had never heard before. (I know this sounds gross, but I didn’t know how loud toilet paper could be). It makes me smile when I hear Robyn tell Ella “It’s Granny,” and Ella says, “Leo, Leo, Leo”. The morning walks with Tall Cool ☺ne past the ponds fill my ears with croaking frogs and chirping crickets. The morning song of birds singing. I am amazed to hear the noise that I missed for so many years.

There are also noises I’d rather continue to miss, but with good there is also bad. Angry customers who swear under their breath because their bill went up and they think I can’t hear them cussing me out. More angry customers because apparently they couldn’t prioritize so their insurance lapsed and now they have to pay more of a fee to get it reinstated. A screaming child (in the grocery store, in church, anywhere). The noise of a siren just means something awful has happened or is about to. The gunshot of our neighbor shooting snakes will give me goosebumps every time I hear it.

I think we have a lot of noise in our lives. Some of it is good and some of it not so good.

Zephaniah 1:14 ~ The great day of the Lord is near, It is near and hastens quickly, The noise of the day of the Lord is bitter, There the mighty men shall cry out.

Just something to think about.  

Cheers,

             

This is part of the A-Z blogging challenge.  Don’t forget to visit some of the other bloggers in the challenge and also check out Crackerberries Kitchen!

Heart of Gratitude

Here we are again. That time of year when we think about Christmas newsletters, cards, gifts, decorations, food, family, friends, etc. One thing I’ve learned about Christmas newsletters is this. Hardly no one reads them. They don’t have time. They set them aside with every intention of reading them later, but somehow they get lost in the shuffle of life happening and they don’t get read.

It occurred to me that I could get people to read if I did something similar to what our Pastor does. Pastor John loves FREE! He says FEED THEM and they will come. That’s why every Wednesday during the warm months, there is a FREE MEAL before Wednesday night service. So I though why not try that. A FREE GIFT offering to you if you read all the way to the end of my letter. YES, you read that right! A FREE GIFT!

Remember the free pen debacle? If you received one, you are lucky. Many were destroyed or thrown away by the USPS. Some were returned to me (equally destroyed). The USPS isn’t what it used to be that is a fact. Then again, nothing really is. I still have some of the pens left. If you would like one, please send a self-addressed, stamped bubble envelope and I’ll be happy to drop that in the mail to you.

Over the years, I’ve written thousands of letters to people, numerous Christmas letters (OH the trees I’ve used). My mother says she’s going to send back all of my letters. (She better not!) I’m trying to declutter things I keep. My cousin, Eric says he hoards things like our grandmother did. I’m sure it must run in the family. Not only do I have a hard time not hoarding things, but I also see it in Robyn and Michael. I thought they got it from me but apparently it’s been a trend in our family for years. The things we hold dear to our hearts; that great painting, a piece of jewelry, an action figure, a favorite book. I love my bible. Tall Cool ☺ne’s mom gave it to me on my sister’s birthday in 2008. My life has not been the same since. Things change.

As I write this letter, the day after Thanksgiving, it is hard not to look at the numerous things I’m thankful for. Instead of the counter being stacked with dirty dishes to wash, they are all clean and just need to be put away. ☺ Seriously though, I am filled with a heart of gratitude. A lot of times we forget to count our blessings and instead we dwell on the “don’t haves” or the “can’t dos”. I think I’ve said it before that no matter where we are in our life, there is always one person out there who we can help. Someone worse off than ourselves. Tall Cool ☺ne puts it this way “If you are being chased by a lion, you don’t have to be the fastest person, you just have to be faster than the slowest person.” There is always someone we can help.

This holiday season, Christmas season, I implore you to do something completely out of the ordinary. Change your Christmas tradition, make a Christmas tradition. Do something you have never done before. If you have never gone to church, find a service and visit, see what it’s like. (It is life changing, believe me.) Invite a relative or a friend for dinner. Instead of spending a ton of money on gifts, make a donation to a non-profit organization or your local soup kitchen. Read T’was the Night before Christmas, watch It’s a Wonderful Life. Do something new that you have never done.

You have made it to the end of the letter and now it is time for the free gift I promised you. John 8:32 You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free. John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten SON that whoever believes in HIM should not perish but have everlasting life.

This is your free gift: eternal life. Repeat after me: Dear Lord Jesus, I know that I am a sinner, and I ask for Your forgiveness. I believe You died for my sins and rose from the dead. I turn from my sins and invite You to come into my heart and life. I want to trust and follow You as my Lord and Savior. Amen.

Enjoy the changes you will see in your life. God bless you all and let the Merry Christmas season begin.

 

P.S. The recipe for those awesome looking sourdough rolls are over in Crackerberries Kitchen.

Yankees are Allowed – Feeding the Flock 23

When the thought for this post first came to me, it was in the middle of the night, and as usual I was too lazy write it down. I can’t remember exactly where I was going with this, but I think it had to do with the multitude of different nations that are going to be in heaven.

I work for a company that allows me to work at home. A lot of companies do that now after the Covid thing. I have been working at home since 2015. I love not having to commute, not having to worry about fixing my hair or buying a dress-up wardrobe. I am allowed to wear whatever I want as long as my voice is professional and courteous.

Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone was allowed? Too many things are not allowed.  Not allowed to say this, not allowed to say that. Don’t talk politics, don’t talk ‘religion’. No pets allowed, no bare-feet allowed, no cut-off’s, no wonder we have a hard time keeping up with all the rules.

I am on the phone all day long and sometimes people ask me where they are calling. Where I’m from is not where I live and too many times they act surprised that I don’t have the accent that goes along with where they are calling. Lawd, knows I try to get that southern drawl in but I just don’t have it. Sometimes they will ask if I’m a blue state or a red state. They almost never find the humor when I tell them that my favorite color is red but sometimes when I’m feeling down I’m a little blue, so it’s probably safe to say I’m in a constant state of confusion.

I find that people tend to hold stereo-types of others based on where they are from and what they believe. (Terry, Tall Cool 😎ne  knows you don’t care how he did it back home! You’ve always done it this way. 🤪 ) I suppose we all tend to have our own opinions on how things should be done and tend to think it should be done the way we have always done it.  God create each and every one of us special in our own ways (some of us more special than others — I did indeed ride the short bus).

 If you haven’t seen Jesus Revolution definitely put it on your list. I love how Pastor Chuck took care of the carpets when one of his parishioners complained about the hippies with their dirty feet.

Serving all men … “I have become all things to all men, that I might by all means save some.” ~ 1 Corinthians 9:22

God doesn’t care what side of the tracks we grew up on. He doesn’t care where we came from. Jesus lves everyone. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanses us for all unrighteousness. ~ 1 John 1:9

What are you holding on to that you can confess and let go of today? Today is the day of salvation.

Be blessed,

  Enjoying YUPPY BROWINES over in Crackerberries Kitchen!

 

Quiet Life – Feeding the Flock 23

“…that you also aspire to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your own hands …  “

~1 Thessalonians 4:11

 

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if people minded their own business and didn’t try to run other people’s affairs?

Be blessed,

There’s a quick Pork recipe in Crackerberries Kitchen today.

 

Paper Cuts = Perilous Days – Feeding the Flock 23


For those of you who have been here before, go ahead and skip this introduction. New to the world of A-Z? Let me explain, a group of fellow bloggers come together each year to share in the experience of writing a post Monday through Saturday every day for the month of April (see schedule here). When I first started there were 1,509 bloggers signed up! You can read more about the A-Z history here. It’s great to have you along. Even if you didn’t sign up, you can still join in the fun. Just think of something you’d like to share that coincides with the letter of the day. Most of all, get involved, have fun, and make a new friend.

Papercuts are nasty little wounds that don’t bleed much but sometimes the pain lasts for a long time. Crazy how those little wounds on the end of a finger can hurt so much. Words can do the same thing as a papercut. They can be said in a way that is small and meaningless, even jokingly. Sometimes when people say things jokingly, they say it in a manner of which they really mean it but they say it teasingly. Even people they say it to say “I know they said it in good-humor, but …” But, still.

It makes me think of times when people were going on vacation off to the mountains for a ski trip. People would say, “Have a great time, break a leg.” I bet the first person who came up with that saying really meant it. They were jealous that they weren’t going on a trip and so they really wanted that person to break a leg. People say things as a wisecrack, but deep down inside there is that covet, that sinful nature, they really mean it.

Tall Cool ☺ne recently was promoted to a new position from being out in the field to working in the office. Big change for him because he is not a desk-pencil-pushing kind of person. Give him a shovel or the keys to a big rig and send him on his way and he is happy, but being in front of a computer is totally out of his comfort zone. But he is willing to take on the challenge and I applaud him for making the change. A co-worker told him to watch out for papercuts. Funny? Maybe.

In a world of people who don’t know what they want to be, people saying anything they want without regard to others, people meaning something different than what they say, we have to be mindful. Are we building people up? Are we using our words to edify one another? Are we living peacefully among others?

~…in the last days, perilous times will come. ~2 Timothy 3:15

Be blessed

Today we have Potato & Sausage Casserole and Penguins.

No Darkness – Feeding the Flock 23

light

No darkness.
No fear.
KNOW GOD?

I am cheating a little for today’s post. I’m using an older post from a previous challenge.  With light there is no darkness.  It fits right into the resilience of our current challenge.  How does God’s word keep you resilient in your daily activities?

Be blessed,

 

Today we have some very naughty sourdough bread in Crackerberries Kitchen.

 

Mason Jars – Feeding the Flock 23

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Golden Harvest, Ball, Knox, Kerr and Ideal
All come with a cover when boiled should seal

Nostalgic green and blue come with a hinge
Plain or etched letters; decorated fringe

Contemplating lifestyles near and afar
My mind slumbers on the old Mason jar

So many treasures this antique will hold
Pickles and relish, some sweet and some bold

Blueberry-fig preserves and marmalade
Homemade strawberry jam like Nana made

Dried beans, neatly lined on the window sill
Spare pocket change, patience it will soon fill

Great is the Mason jar in every size
Open it up to discover the prize.

Let them do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to give, willing to share, storing up for themselves a good foundation for the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life..  1 Timothy 6:18-19

Mason jars are right in line with April A-Z theme of resilience. Are you a dooms day prepper?  Do you have a long-term storage pantry?  Have you ever thought about cooking off the grid?

Be blessed,

Check out today’s magnificent meal.

 

Letter Writing – Feeding the Flock 23

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The old-fashioned hand-written letter is definitely a thing of the past. I found this in my grandmother’s old scrapbook. It is dated 1934, which makes this little piece of paper I was careful to scan about 90 years old. Based on the date, my grandmother would have been almost 20 when she wrote this letter to her sister-in-law. I am one of the few left who supports the USPS by writing the old fashion hand-written letter at least once a week.

I find this letter is bittersweet in more ways than one. My grandmother is gone, and has been gone for 36 years. I imagine things were a lot different when it came to relationships in 1934 than they are now. Letters were probably few and far between. There were no emails, no text messages, no personal messages, no phone calls, no Skype, no Face-time, no snap-chat or any of the other social media formats that are available to people today.

Unfortunately, relationships are not valued as much as they were in 1934. People in today’s world take advantage of technology and just assume that their friends and family will always be there at the push of a button. And we wonder why it is so difficult for people to have meaningful connections with each other. Respect is a thing of the past and people don’t value relationships like they used to. If there is a falling-out with one friend, they move on to the next person because with social media you can have 3,848 friends on Facebook, yet still not understand the value of one true friend.

With all of the communicating technology available today one would think that contact with family members or old friends would be a normal thing to do. Today do something out of the ordinary. Contact that relative or old friend you haven’t talked to in awhile. Don’t take that relationship for granted.  There is no time like the present.

~I had many things to write, but I do not wish to write you with pen and ink, but I hope to see you shortly and we shall speak face to face. Peace to you … 3 John 13-14

Be blessed,

Don’t forget to check out the Lemon Cake.

 

KISS: Keep it Simple Stupid – Feeding the Flock 23



Kissing was  Tall Cool ☺ne and I’s favorite thing to do when we were in high school. We couldn’t wait to get out of the class we were in and meet at the locker for a good old smooch before we went back to class. He was tapped on the shoulder a good many times by our high school teachers to come up for breath. Ahh, the good old days. Oh, don’t get me wrong, we still kiss, but it’s not like it was when we were 16! ♥

I was trying to think of something different I could write for today’s post and the only thing that came to mind was to keep it simple, stupid. KISS. There was a post I had written ten years ago about kissing in the deli department. I like to think my writing has improved since then. I thrived on controversial subjects and bringing things out in the open. I try not to do that anymore just because I’m too tired to fight about it.

Sometimes God lays things on our hearts” and even if we don’t want to “fight about it, His word doesn’t change. Some things are right and some things are wrong. Sometimes we have to take on the fight and deliver the hard truths. Back then I knew there was something wrong with that incident, but just didn’t know how wrong it was.  Some people know how to deliver these hard conversations in a kind and gentle manner. Me, I’m still learning that empathy thing. He says “If the world hates you, you know that it hated Me before it hated you” John 15:18.

Be blessed,



Don’t forget to check out today’s German potato recipe.

Jake’s Cake – Feeding the Flock 23


This is the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the dog that licked the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the cat that tricked the dog that licked the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the rat that distracted the cat that tricked the dog that licked the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the trap that caught the rat that distracted the cat that tricked the dog that licked the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the lady who yelled “I declare there’s a rat in there!” who found the trap that caught the rat that distracted the cat that tricked the dog that licked the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the chair that held lady who yelled “I declare there’s a rat in there!” who found the trap that caught the rat that distracted the cat that tricked the dog that licked the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the table, that positioned the chair that held lady who yelled “I declare there’s a rat in there!” who found the trap that caught the rat that distracted the cat that tricked the dog that licked the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the cake that sat on the table that positioned the chair that held lady who yelled “I declare there’s a rat in there!” who found the trap that caught the rat that distracted the cat that tricked the dog that licked the bowl that held the oil that soiled the egg that wet the flour that was used in the hour that it took to make the cake that was baked for Jake.

This is the day the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.  ~ Psalm 118:24

Be blessed,

 

Today’s food consists of  chicken, muffins and yummy spread.

 

Interpretation – Feeding the Flock 23


In a virtual world of work at home and social media, interpretation has become so important. How people respond to the written word is much different than how people respond to the same verbal word. Being able to see an expression plays a huge part in understanding what the person is saying. Without that, the written word becomes our own interpretation.

Sometimes if we are not sure about how a person references something we need to ask. Don’t be upset with the interpretation of your own mind. Get clarification from that person. In a world of virtual wanna be noticed, it is easy for the typed word to be misconstrued by the eyes of the reader. Tall Cool ☺ne says all the time, “Say what you mean, and mean what you say.”

God gives all believers spiritual gifts. But we also have spiritual responsibilities. Within those responsibilities, we are to teach other the truths of God (Matthew 28:20) we are to serve one another in l♥ve (Galatians 5:13), we are to walk by faith (2 Corinthians 5:7), and we are to live wisely (Romans 16:19).

Have you ever read something and interpreted it differently than the writer intended? How did you react? Did you bring it to that person and ask for clarification? How was that taken?

Be blessed,



Don’t forget to check out todays Irish Bread recipe.

Ground Meat – Feeding the Flock 23

I’m recycling this post from February of 2013.  Ten years ago and I’m not surprised that things continue to decline with supermarkets.

Recently we went back to our local grocery store to make a purchase of a sale item we found in our weekly flyer.  The lean ground beef sale item that we wanted to purchase was no where to be found.  We called upon the butcher and he directed us to the ground beef that was on sale.  I pointed out that it was not lean, it was 73%.  He responded, “That’s what is on sale.”  I argued that this wasn’t what was advertised.  He went to get his supervisor, who concurred with the butcher that was the meat that was on sale.  It was 73/27%, not lean.  I wasn’t buying it and I protested.  The supervisor then told me he would have to get the store manager.

The store manager was kind and agreed that the meat that was marked as the sale item was not lean ground beef.  He agreed to sell me however much I wanted (ten pounds) at the sale price as long as I would only buy half then and take a rain check for the other half.  Reason being was the store does not package their own lean ground beef (according to the manager), that they purchased it all pre-packaged.  He didn’t want me to buy all of the pre-package lean ground beef because he wanted to keep some on hand.  The sale price was $1.79/lb and the regular price was $4.99/lb.  It was a very good deal.  No problem.  I could do that.

The rain check was only valid for two weeks from that date.  We went back to purchase the last five pounds the next week.  To our surprise the meat counter had a big sign with the words “WOW” and Fresh Lean Ground Beef on sale for $2.99/lb!  All packaged differently than it was packaged the previous week.

The meat that they were selling as lean ground beef for $2.99/lb was 80% lean, at best.  I have purchased enough ground beef in my life to be able to tell the difference.  Of course I couldn’t prove it, and I could have just used my rain check and purchase the 80% beef.  At this point it was the statement I wanted to make.  I don’t know who I was trying to make it to.  Quite frankly the whole idea of a supermarket being dishonest to so many people really infuriated me and I wanted justice to be done.  I wanted the lean ground beef for $1.79/lb.

I decided to wait one more week to get the pre-packaged lean ground beef normally $4.99/lb for $1.79/lb, the same as I had purchased the previous week.  I waited for my advertisement flyer to come in the mail.  It didn’t come.  I had paranoid thoughts that they removed me from the mailing list—that I had been blackballed.  Not that having a printed flyer would stop me.  I went on line and looked up the sale items.

I’ve noticed that grocery stores have away of getting around everything these days.  If the flyer says three pounds, and they don’t have three pounds, you can’t purchase two pounds for the three pound price.  The flyer did not have lean ground beef, it had lean ground round.  Ground beef, ground round, ground chuck, ground sirloin are all names that are used in place of plain old hamburger.  Why do they do that?  Why not just have plain old hamburger instead of trying to make you think you are getting something more for the money you spend.  Grocery prices are ridiculous.  I never did get the additional five pounds of lean ground beef that I was given a rain check for.

It is us who change, letting circumstances toss us this way and that. In a world full of lies and deceit, there is ONE who is constant. If we open our heart to His presence. Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all our heart, lean not on our own understanding, in all our ways, acknowledge Him and He shall direct our paths. Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever. ~Amen,

Be blessed,

 

Don’t forget to check out the food.

 

Dazbar’s Run – Feeding the Flock 23

March 3

Dazbar’s Run

Five bodies buried deep, beneath the snow fast asleep.
What kind of secrets will they find, when Old Man Winter’s left behind?

Love
Respect
Trust
Loyalty
Honesty

Love conquers all who give a care, put them together, they become a pair.
Add Respect and give it a whirl, nothing better between boy and girl.
Along comes Trust with a necessary twist, the perfect addition to this Ménage à trois tryst.
Loyalty brings added pleasure; will Respect and Love will equal the measure?
Honesty is the crucial ingredient essential to a fruitful commitment.

Five bodies buried deep, beneath the snow fast asleep.
Wake them up before they die, true Love needs them it’s no lie.
Respect got lost in all the haste, of seasons changing and new challenges faced.
Trust fell behind in Dazbar’s Run, went instead to have some fun.
Loyalty is lagging but not lost yet, still wants to be part of this duet.
Honesty found another host, and that lack of support is needed most.

Five bodies buried deep, beneath the snow fast asleep.
There is a time for everything, flowers will bloom and birds will sing.
Respect and Love are quite a pair, never apart in this affair.
Trust is every relationship desire, without it the mind will conspire.
Dig it up for it’s not lost, just hiding below the surface of frost.
Loyalty is there just hiding out, needing nourishment in times of drought.

Five bodies buried deep, beneath the snow fast asleep.
Dazbar’s Run has had a go, with these five characters we all know.
Love conquers all to those who care
Respect follows Love to make a pair
Loyalty and Honesty make things work
But without Trust it’s all berserk.

Five bodies buried deep, beneath the snow fast asleep.

 

Galatians 5:16,22 “Walk then in the Spirit, and you will not fulfill the desires of your flesh.  The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and self control.

I think everyone has experienced this in some way, shape, or form. It’s a reminder that we all need.  I know I do on a daily basis.

Be blessed,

 

Enjoy the recipe.

Help Wanted, Apply Within

Freaky Freaking Friday’s Fun Flash Fiction Fairytales and Folklore

The challenge: take the daily Wordle and the Merriam-Webster word of the day and create a short story, thoughts, poem, whatever you like, of no more no less than 100 words. Title not included. Feel Free to play along. Leave a link to your post in the comments below.

Wordle: Gamer
Merriam-Webster: Ad Hoc


BREAKING NEWS—Elite Gamer Desired

TOP SECRET: Authorized personal only. Enter password. Enter six digit security code. Enter phrase-password. Enter four digit passcode.

Please destroy after reading.

Earth’s axis tilted.
Destruction eminent.
Concerned authorities form ad hoc committee.

Requesting notorious gamer individuals.

Specifications: unknown
Time frame: unknown
Salary: N/A
Requirements:
• Must be able to pass security authentication requirements.
• Must prefer to work alone.
• Must be self-motivated.
• Must be self-sufficient.
• Must have the ability to solve complex coding issues.
• Must have strong technical and artistic skills.
• Must be flexible.
• Must have the ability to work with immediate deadlines.


Submit interest below

 

Cheers,

 

 

 

PS:  I would not want the position.

 

Inspired

 

This is the day the Lord has made;

We will rejoice and be glad in it.                                                                                         ~Psalm 118:24

 

I just took this from my front yard. If this doesn’t inspire you today to write something, dream something, imagine something, do something, anything,  I’m not sure what will.

 

Cheers,

Sunday Scriblings – #105 Chocolate




The Confusing Middle has been doing a Sunday Scribblings post which is encouraging others to write on the same topic. Of course I’m way behind…just found the series so figured it’s better late than never.  This week’s word: Chocolate. Those of you who know me know how much I LOVE chocolate.



Come here you little sweetie
How you make our thighs meaty
Oh creamy and luscious you taste so good
Chocolate conscious, we’d eat you all if we could
Organic chocolate? We don’t think so
Leave us alone to our Twix® and Rolo®
All we want is chocolate and coffee to start our day
Then later on we’ll treat ourselves with a cookie tray,
Eventually, “Obese you are” the doctor will say.

 

Okay so random shit…. I’m just trying to stay in the game and blog daily.  Thanks to fellow bloggers who add prompts to keep us motivated.  We nudge each other.  That’s what makes the bloggy blog world go round.

Cheers,

Sunday Sermon

Restless nights,  

disturbing dreams

Sets perspective for lies it seems

Satan delights when I feel filthy
Accuser of believers makes me feel guilty

Back off  Satan!

I have my shield
My faith in Christ will not yield.

His Presence is near
He is always here

I ask for His help, He assures me
He will answer, and I will see

Resist the devil and he will flee
Faith in Christ, my only necessity.

Cheers,