When I was Young

I remember when I was young and believed everything that I was told, because why would anyone tell you something that wasn’t true? Well, I’ve grown up some, and found out that doctors aren’t really God, and the Government isn’t always for the people, and many people have their own agenda. So, we keep those closest to us that we find have Godly character and value. We try our best to be a good example. We stumble and fall and get back up again with the hope of learning a better way from our mistakes. We keep the treasured knowledge from our ancestors like a pot of gold held securely to pass onto our future generations. We walk forward, one step at a time with God right by our side. The wisest advice, I have ever received is to rise early with God’s word. Love the Lord your God with all your heart. Treasure your family, they are the ones who will be there through thick and thin. Work hard, be diligent, honest, and kind, but most important is to keep these three in this exact order.

What’s Your Local Farmer Up Too?

Being surrounded by working farms keeps me connected to my roots and to the reality of the first phase of the process of where our food is obtained. We not only are surrounded by milking barns but the countless fields that it takes to provide for their feed and inevitably our food source. The corn and soy are planted in the early spring when the farmer can start the process of plowing and planting his fields after the rains. This year the fields looked particularly brown before planting time. It seemed different than other years with an earie death and beelined stillness that harbored the fields. It’s true that any amount of green that once peeked through the spring soil is killed before a new crop is planted. There needs to be no competition for the new seedlings that are trying to thrive along with any outstanding weeds that may choke out their new existence. It is a process all too common to the farmer who is constantly looking at his bottom-line and the profit he will make in the upcoming year.

I really hadn’t given much thought to this yearly ritual, until I took my morning trek across our back field to feed and water our ducks. While returning to the house, I became extremely disorientated. My eyes and lips burned and my survival instincts kicked into high gear. The morning sun was beginning to pierce its way onto our dew lite pasture. I was wearing a light jacket and my fuzzy thoughts were that I needed to remove it before I lost consciousness. No one was home and the reality was it would be some time before they found me. My thoughts became more hazy and unclear but I kept my usual path to the house, stopping occasionally to hang onto a fence post. It seemed like I entered a realm of slow motion as I finally reached the front porch with a threatening feeling of brain damage. I finally entered the house and spent the next two weeks in a constant haze.

In what I consider to be my older and wiser years, I have learned to research before going to a doctor who I know would inevitable order a vast amount of testing and probably put me on some drugs that would get me through this event, but have secondary contraindications, that would tax my organs, and immune system. I have learned to implement plan A which is natural and homeopathic means first and then follow up if needed with plan B or traditional medicine as a last resort. My instincts knew that I needed to Detox my body from the poisons that I had ingested from the high exposure to the neighboring farmers field.

Research was excruciating while trying to navigate with extreme brain fog, but I was able to locate the diet that I had used previously for thyroid detox by Dr. K. which I started immediately. A few days later, I made an appointment with my wonderful Christian Chiropractor realizing the importance of being in alignment for my body to react properly to the detox diet and healing that I was about to embark. Next, I scheduled an appointment with my massage therapist who is a lovely Godly gentle soul with not only gifted hands from God but an educated gifted mind toward healing the body naturally. My hour-long session was painful as the toxins were flowing through my body and I ached from head to toe. She worked on me to release what she could in the first session and asked me to come back a few days later sending me home with instructions to soak in a warm- hot bath with 3 cups of Epson Salts for no more than 20 minutes daily. Between this diet, my daily baths, and my once a month visit to my chiropractor and message therapist, I am slowly returning to normal. Life is once again looking exciting and I have a new-found perspective on keeping my body healthy and eating to live rather than living to eat.

In perfect timing, my yearly visit to my physician was right after this event. I explained what had happened, she listened intently not only what I had lived through, but how I treated this toxic event naturally, but most importantly, she looked intently at the information I shared about the practices that the farmers were encouraged to use on our food sources and told me that I unequivocally needed to go somewhere else during next year’s planting season.

CONCLUSION: As I drive through the lush green fields of towering green corn stalks and miles of deep green low-lying fields of soy beans, I can still see the beauty as I travel the miles of green coverage, but for me they hold a different meaning that has been devalued over the course of time. It’s seems that little thought has been taken into consideration that we are slowly poisoning our self through our air, soil, and through the food chain all for the bottom-line of the greed funneled through the American farmer that has been given a free pass through the FDA and our government run Pharmaceuticals at the expense of our health and existence …

 Our Cups Runneth Over with Love...

 

I recently visited a hatchery with the prospect of ordering some additional chickens. I was most impressed with an idea that they offered . While placing an order you can add an additional laying hen free of charge. This particular hatchery is basing this transaction on the honor system. Their statement provided the information of the amount that one little hen could provide in eggs to a family in need for one calendar year.  The average number of eggs laid by one hen in a year is 259 eggs.
 Imagine, the impact we could make if we took our giftedness, provided for our own family and extended that gift to one family in need. If an entire church became committed to this concept an unprecedented amount of lives could be impacted  by the blessings of our overflowing bucket of love and kindness towards our fellow man.

What is your field of expertise, passion, or hobby? Take a moment, write it down on a piece of paper and ask God to open the door to whom you should extend your gift from God to. Ask for Him to supply the desire in your heart, to bless your provision and to lovingly extend your hand to whom, He has laid on your heart.

Here is a couple of examples:
A gardener supplies his family with fresh produce and brings and additional basket to church or to neighbor in need.
A mechanic repair's cars for a living, repairs cars for his family and hears of a individual or family who is having car problems and does not have the income to provide maintenance. Here is a perfect opportunity to extend his talents for those in need.

"My Cup Runneth Over" is a quotation from the Hebrew Bible (Psalm 23:5) and means "I have more than enough for my needs"

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows  (Psalms 23:5 NASB)

Washington DC

Yesterday, we went to Washington, DC to celebrate Daisey's 21st birthday. In my sixty-one years on this earth, I have never seen Washington or it's monuments. I ended up in tears as we exited the tunnel and I saw all the homeless people. I had to reassure Zhenya that I was the Queen of Hearts. Daisey had the day planned. She was excited to find some discounted tickets through Groupon for the Spy Museum. Right before we entered, Daisey asked the time and Zhenya flashed his watch. It was 11:11. My heart skipped a beat as I have not wanted to be a  part of this scrutinized phenomena. http://www.11phenomenon.com/bible_prophecy_the_11_mystery.html
                                    
We had a fun time and then went to a lovely lunch at an Irish Pub. After lunch, David decided that we had time to walk to the White House. The entire walk resonated with the constant sound of emergency sirens and flashing lights. It reminded me of Las Vegas where you can never escape the sound of a slot machine. David pointed out the armed men on top of the buildings. There were police everywhere in uniform and in plain clothes. They didn't hide that they were corresponding with one another as they raised their wrist as if they
were speaking into their watches. This all seemed normal routine but from my vantage point seemed more like an espionage movie. It is quite the land of marvelous brick architecture and history of a Godly country that once stood.

We finally made our way to the Washington Memorial. A large white tent with clear windows sat adjacent. A masculine voice resonated the song, "Mighty to Save".                                   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR8rlTIU8_Y
I walked down the bricked path joining in singing and paused to speak with David. We grabbed hands and prayed that God would elect a Godly President and He would restore our nation to, One Nation Under God. It was a powerful day...

I Know You Not

We live in world that is bombarded by flash. We are blurred by the acceptance of Pagan ideology and have covered our sins by calling it grace. We have overshadowed the gospel so that we may live with new found set of rules that are no more than the Better Homes in Gardens of Christianity. It's acceptance increases each year like the publishing of a new translation. We have forgotten what Godly looks like and sounds like. The American blonde haired, blue eyed Jesus has substituted the dark skinned Jewish Messiah that was said to be unbecomingly. He walked blamelessly and left us with His example and also with His unchanging word. The words we are to live by. Why is it, that we no longer question a culture beyond look good, smell good, and taste good. We have been immersed in consumerism and emotionalism and are flushing the remainder of our Christian values into the abyss. The strength of His spoken word resounds through out the ages, "Do not fear: For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled" Mathew 5:18 (KJV). We should shutter that there will be those who say, they believe and even call Him by name and He will answer: "Verily I say unto you, I know you not" Matthew 25:12 (KJV).

Submit - Resist & Flee

               

This past week I read one of many devotionals. One in particular was stored neatly away in the archives of my mind to be retrieved when God deemed to bring it to fruition. The basis of the topic was that God brings people or topics continually until we acknowledge the point He is trying to make in our lives.
Yesterday, I was waiting at the front of the grocery store for my daughter when a man approached me. I had never met him or seen him before. He smiled graciously and said, Would you mind turning around?" Because of his pleasant demeanor, I decided to play along. My hair was neatly placed in a braid and he began to give it a light tug. I turned around and said, OK with a questioning tone in my voice. He began by telling me that this all correlated with a sermon he heard recently in church. Now, he had my attention! He proceeded with his tale as a young boy reaching for the pigtail of the young girl that sat in front of him in school. He would then place her pigtail under the wooden top of his desk causing her to let out a yell.This of coarse alerted the teacher who would proceed to discipline him by smacking his hands with a ruler. All this didn't seem to deter him from trying this same escapade from time to time. He always received the same reaction from the young girl and his teacher. Alas, he moved away but returned four years later. Upon his arrival, the teacher sat him behind the same pigtailed girl. His absence had not found him to mature in his thinking or his actions. His first thought was, "Here we go again"! Once again, he proceeded to grab hold of her pigtail and shut it in the top of his school desk. Although this time, he received a different response. She ignored him! He tried a few more times but to no avail. As he came to the end of his story, he correlated his rambunctious youth with the sermon he had heard, "The Devils Temptation". He glimmered with one last smile and said,"Just like that girl, we often get better results if we just ignore him and he will flee".
James 4:7 Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. (NIV)

On Bended Knee

On Bended Knee

    I often ponder of the vast changes my Grandmother witnessed while walking on this earth. Being raised in the 1800’s and growing up on a farm homesteaded by her father.  She knew that each day contained time, and they used it wisely to provide for their existence. The wood from the trees would build their homes. The wheat was planted, thrashed and sold. The cow was milked and the garden planted and harvested to be canned for their survival. Her mother would spin wool from a spinning wheel and all of their clothing was handmade. Their lighting was by candle or a lantern. They used plow horses for their fields and drove buggies for their transportation. My grandmother saw the first motorized car and many, many years later would fly on a jet airplane.
   I have had a glimmer of what it was like to be without electric. I was glad I had some provision of wood, water, and food to sustain my family during that short week’s time. It’s never been a bad idea to be prepared. I was prepared to play Little House on the Prairie, but grateful when all the conveniences returned.
   I never thought that I would witness the changes that I have seen take place within these past years, months, and days. The Biblical foundation of our country and its beliefs are being washed away. So much has been taken away before my very eyes. These changes echo the words that I read years ago, "If we can change the minds and hearts of one generation, we can change the course of history”. "The Humanist Manifesto"
  With all of this, I still hold dear to the example of this little couple from Sweden that rose early to read their Bible. The sweet memories of the rumblings that were heard by my mother in the stillness of the night; as she peered into the candle lite room to witness her grandfather on bended knee… talking to God.