March Begins with Madness

Yesterday was only the 2nd day of March, but it looked like I’m in for a crazy month! Here’s the skinny (which is not to be applied to my waist, as you will see!):

The weather has alternated unseasonably from a warm–then chilled-to-the-bone day. I sit here wearing a spring floral shirt–and a wool cardigan, which I keep pulling closer together.

As we haven’t been to the local grocery in a few weeks, pantry supplies are a little low and only make for odd combinations. This morning, I searched through the pantry to find items to make a dinner for two with one solitary chicken breast. Righting a toppled bag of dried cranberries, my hand unearthed something forgotten and unexpected: a bag of Rolo’s! Never mind that they were Fourth of July Rolo’s! (Could they really expire?) In a world where chocolate has long been forgotten (cue the melodramatic music!) this was GOLD.

To be honest, we’ve only been out of cookies, Hershey bars, or chocolate chips for the last week. It just seemed longer. Still, it’s with sad repentance that I confess my behavior over the last 24 hours.

  • Breakfast? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Waiting for the tea kettle water to boil? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Making the grocery list? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Waiting for our dog, Teddy, to come back inside? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Finished folding the laundry? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Working on a blog post? Have the last four Rolo’s.

YES! The LAST four Rolo’s!!!!

Now normally, I love the taste of chocolate, but those last four were NOT appealing. In fact, I found myself cringing while I unwrapped the last one. The thought of more of that mild, now blah chocolate–did not fill me with joy and delight, not to mention that the combined amount of sugar was undoubtedly enough to trigger a sugar coma.

Excess is not a blessing.

I know that in other areas. I actually enjoy routinely weeding through my closet, our bookshelves, the kitchen drawers. . .

. . .but excess of sugar is different. With food I’m not as diligent as I am with closets, bookshelves, and drawers. May I remember this lesson learned! God did send along a visual aid for this slow learner.

Sitting at this desk, I often watch an energetic, bushy-tailed squirrel in our back yard. His (or her) whole life, it seems, revolves around finding, burying, and digging up nuts. But even this squirrel appears smarter than I am; he doesn’t pull all of his precious nuts into just one of my deck plant containers. He spreads them around and disrupts the soil in all six of them! So, he’s not just hiding nuts in parsley; he’s hiding nuts in parsley and mint and thyme and rosemary and pansies and ornamental cabbage!

Now, if I consider each of those pots as a symbolic food group, could God have sent this little squirrel on a mission to revamp my idea of a meal? Well, as He is sovereign, it certainly clicked in my crazy, sugar-overloaded, “squirrely” self.

Taking care of my body–taking care of your body–is a godly thing. We are blessed with the body God has given us–our hair, our eyes, those special mannerisms, even the aches and pains that remind of us to be humble, patient, and look forward to the joy of heaven. How we treat our bodies is under God’s authority.

Consider 1 Corinthians 6:19-20:

“. . . do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.

Now Paul was specifically addressing sexual immorality to the Corinthians, and it’s is a chaste warning to us, too. Our body is a temple–God put the Holy Spirit within us. Now look at the “Whys” of that reality.

The first “Why” is “You are NOT YOUR OWN”.

Consider the prophet Nehemiah’s summation (Nehemiah 9:6):

“You are the Lord, you alone. You have made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host, the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all that is in them; and you preserve all of them; and the host of heaven worships you.”

David gives us another glimpse of God’s creative power in Psalm 139:13:

For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.

The second “Why” is “You were BOUGHT with a PRICE”.

This concept is prophesied in Isaiah 53:5:

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”

and remembered in 1 Peter 3:18:

“For Christ also suffered for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, that He might bring you to God, after being put to death in the fleshly realm but made alive in the spiritual realm.”

Two great “Whys” to remember the next time I encounter a full bag of Rolo’s or any less than healthy food. I need to daily remember that I am not my own–I am God’s–and that I was “bought with a price”–Jesus’s sacrifice–and I am commanded to glorify God in my body:

with modest clothing and behavior

with the exercise of service

with the rest of prayer and scripture

with healthy food.

And now I’ll start anew. It’s still the first week of March.

Join us for a healthy dinner of chicken, carrots, peas, onions, and rice?

 

Cooling off in the Heat

Long time, no post, right?! Don’t think for a moment that I forgot about you; I’m ever thankful for the opportunity to encourage and strengthen you.

It’s just summer, with its extra activities and odd schedules.

But now I’m sitting in part shade (very important in these hot summer days) on my old wooden bench outside. Sit down a moment with me. Let’s see if we can cool off and be encouraged together.

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Imprints and Other Images

Think way back–or to last week if you’re still in school! Remember finding the author, publisher, place of publication, and date for the book you were using for that pesky bibliography? These days, it’s easy to plug in the info on an auto-formatting site, but you still need to have the info.

That info is called an imprint. It’s the information about the maker–the one who causes something to exist, to be, and defines its being.

The other day, I had a run-in with a different imprint maker, deep in the heart of an upstairs closet. There I was, sitting on the floor, pushing aside hanging clothes. and rearranging heavy bins. Suddenly, something bright caught my eye.

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