Sincerity. The very sound of that word conjures up a gentle softness, and honest like-ability. There's not one iota of persuasion attached to it. No cajoling, no forcefulness, no proving a point. Sincerity is a genuine light of purity and goodness. It's kind of like a spontaneous hug--from heart to heart.
Romans 12: 9,10 commands, "Let your love be sincere [the real thing]; hate what is evil [loathe all ungodliness, turn in horror from wickedness], but hold fast to that which is good. Love one another with brotherly affection [as members of one family], giving precedence and showing honor to one another." (Amplified)
"Let your love be sincere". Sincere. The real thing. Without wax.
At the time Paul wrote this, many statues were being made and sculpted of goddesses and gods. Whenever the sculptor chinked the marble or stone with miscalculation, a chunk off the nose or a chip on an ear-lobe could result. To cover the mistake, the sculptor would melt wax and fill in the spot. No one would be the wiser unless the sculpture was placed in the heat of the noonday sun. Should it be placed in that light, the wax would melt and reveal the flaw. The word "sincere" in this passage is the same as "without wax". Sincerity has no flaws, no hidden motives, no covered pimples, no deceitful flattery. Sincerity is without guile.
Sincere love is pure and trustworthy.
"Love 'thinketh no evil,' imputes no motive, sees the bright side, puts the best construction on every action." Henry Drummond ~~The Greatest Thing In The World
Do we love like that? Can we love like that? I think we all do at one time or another. But consistently, continually? Only through the Spirit of God.
Paul tells us what to do. Practice that love. Work at it until it becomes second nature, then first nature. We must so surrender our own importance, our own status, reputation and opinion that only pure love is shown to every brother and sister in Christ. Why? So others will know Jesus by our love for the brethren--every last one of the brethren. We are not allowed to pick and choose which brethren to love.
"From the fruit of his words a man shall be satisfied with good, and the work of a man's hands shall come back to him [as in harvest]." Pr.12:14
Can people see a pure holy God when we treat each other with disdain? Can people see the love of Christ when we show contempt and disgust for our brethren? Can a lost world desire to know Whom we serve as Lord when we bow to man, or to society? Can we exemplify sincerity with our schemes, back-biting, finger-pointing, tale-bearing and strife? Can we add one person to the Kingdom of Heaven with our deceit, our waxed-over sin?
According to Drummond, sincerity "is the self-restraint which refuses to make capital out of others faults; the charity which delights not in exposing the weakness of others but 'covereth all things'; the sincerity of purpose which endeavors to see things as they are and rejoices to find them better than suspicion feared or gossip denounced."
Oh that we could be so self-restrained! Oh that we could be so sincere! May all my flaws be visible to me, oh Lord, as You light the darkest corners of my heart. Let me bring them into Your presence that You might cleanse me of all iniquity and prune the useless branches from Your Vine that Your fruit would be given Life to harvest in the time You have appointed unto me. selahV
Lately I've witnessed some bloggers embattle others in a war of words regarding who is the "worst" of men in the kingdom of God and the ministry of the Gospel (yes, the "worst"--not the best). I've read comments and lurked in the shadows of sadness. As I did so I wondered what one could do about such war between professing Christians. If it bothers me, wouldn't it also disturb the Father in Heaven? Doesn't He despise those who stir up strife? Even for a just cause?
In 1 Corinthians 3 we see Paul taking the Corinth church to task regarding their allegiances to himself and Apollos. He urged them to guard their actions, words and thoughts. Their wisdom was nothing if used with a prideful heart.
"To have a high opinion of our own wisdom, is but to flatter ourselves; and self-flattery is the next step to self-deceit. The wisdom that worldly men esteem, is foolishness with God. How justly does he despise, and how easily can he baffle and confound it!" Matthew Henry Commentary
Such is the merry-go-round of conversations among those who seek to be "right", who seek to publicly reprove, who lash out with posts to defend oneself when one's own words condemn them already. What is so hard to understand about the false teachers of this day? Is it necessary to pour gasoline upon their flaming heads? Would it not be better to pray God bless them and heap coals of fire upon them? Is it not more beneficial to eternity to watch our own words, attitudes and actions? To attend to our own diligence, patience, and perseverance? Is it not more pleasing to our Lord to simply share the Gospel as He leads us to share and leave another's growth or demise to God?
I think of David who had the opportunity to kill Saul (his adversary), as he slept; instead David didn't touch a hair on his God-annointed head. Then there's Joseph who had the power to destroy or imprison his brothers for what they'd done to him years prior. Instead he forgave them and loved them. As Christians we have the opportunity to live in such a way that everything we do can bring eternal reward. Sometimes silence is heard more loudly than shouts of righteousness.
"For no one can lay a foundation other than that which is laid,which is Jesus Christ. Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw—each one’s work will become manifest, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each one has done. If the work that anyone has built on the foundation survives, he will receive a reward. If anyone’s work is burned up, he will suffer loss, though he himself will be saved, but only as through fire." 1 Corinthians 3:11-15
In our effort to follow the Lord, do we build upon His life within us, or upon the works and words of man? Do we flaunt our own wisdom to prove another wrong or right, or humble ourselves in the sight of the Lord? Do we lift up and esteem some person or belief more than we bow down to our Savior? What is our motive for doing and saying and writing what we do? Will it all be burned away "in the Day", or will it follow us through eternity? selahV
Last weekend, Hubby tried to teach everyone how to bowl with his fine form and precision-like throws. No one got the bend and release motion. Instead, balls crashed onto the alley with loud pops. I was sure that at any moment the bowling attendants would come throw us all out of the alley.
I felt like I'd bowled twenty games instead of simply watching four little girls and a husband bowl a mere two games. I wondered if my muscle-pain was due to pain-by-proxy. Empathy pains? The contortions they all made to get their heavy balls to roll down the alley and clobber bowling pins reminded me of pretzels making their way down an assembly line.
I wanted to bowl, too, but I discovered on my third throw that my neck wouldn't allow me the privilege of bowling with my grandkids. Fortunately for me, the girls loved taking turns when it was Grama's time to bowl. Corporately, I had pretty good scores. Yet even with all four girls bowling collectively for me, my score still didn't top my youngest 4-year-old granddaughter, Kinsey's score of 82. Yeah. Tiny little Kinsey would grab a 7 or 10-pound ball, lug it over to the alley, drop it on the floor, then give it a shove down the alley. Then she'd sit down and wait to see what happened. That ball would take an entire minute to reach the pins and topple 5 to 10 pins with one whack. It was hilarious. Of course the bumper helped her when balls ricocheted off the padding. But everyone used the same lane, so it was all even-stevens.
Gutter balls and splits abounded. Spares and strikes were sparce except for Grampa. Still, every pin that came down was highly celebrated with cheers and high-fives. Who needs trophies when we have one another to encourage and affirm our efforts?
It kinda reminds me of Hebrews 10:24 "...let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds."
Bowling affords great opportunities to teach addition, cooperation, sharing, patience, perseverance, encouragement and the plain old joy of being with one another...don't ya think? selahV
It's amazing what blessings one can accumulate when vigilantly observing one's grandchildren. I went to Texas to get my son's girls, Brooklyn and Abby, on Friday. I never know what I am in for when I pick them up. This weekend they each shared impending deadlines they faced at school on Tuesday. Brooklyn needed to put together a Rube Goldberg project (huh?) with at least five steps that ended with a constructive conclusion. When she announced this I said, "A what?"
"Rube Goldberg." Honestly? I had to google that one. When I did, I found a bevy of complicated movements of balls and levers bouncing and plopping to create a complex series of events. Books and dominoes fell down. Little cars scooted across ramps and light bulbs turned off and on. I passed the buck.
"Guess you'll have fun with your parents coming up with that, huh?" No such luck. Brooklyn sat and brainstormed ideas on what to do and how to make it happen. She settled on a heavy ball dropping into a cup which, in turn, lifts a tissue out of a tissue box. My little genius of a granddaughter was undaunted in how to make this occur. She just needed help putting it together. She listed the litany of materials she needed us to contribute. The entire project was her idea, right down to the first step being a marble to roll out of a wire bingo-machine. Tunnel down a paper tube, drop onto another tube cut into a trough, then against a wooden wall, richocheting into another tube with enough force to emerge onto a block of wood with a carefully placed domino that knocks a heavy brass ball into a styrofoam cup. The cup drops and pulls a string and the string pulls a tissue out of the box with a clamp.
Each and every step required testing the marble's pathway to ensure the correct placement of the next step. At one point the marble wanted to bounce out over the wall of the trough-like tubing, but Brooklyn bent it inward so it flowed through with ease. It was an amazing project and great trial-and-error learning experience with our 6th-grade granddaughter. Her cousin said, "I'm a senior in high-school and never had to do such a complicated assignment!"
It was so wonderful to have my husband there to help saw, nail, drill, staple, and screw the pieces of her project together. Brooklyn directed every step and was thrilled when she saw her imagined invention complete its task. We all learned something. I learned:
--That it's great to have a curious neighbor across the street who comes over to see what you're building in your driveway, and has an endless supply of items to create nutty contraptions.
--It's super to have a patient husband who will screw and unscrew and rescrew eye-screws to help Brooklyn get her string in just the right place to lift her intended target.
--Good teachers really do want to help our children think outside the box of routine and facts when they come up with assignments to stretch their learning experience.
--Parents enjoy the fruit of grandparents' labor, loyalty, patience and ingenuity in assisting them in raising their children.
--Grandparenting is not just fun and games, candybars and video viewing. It takes real wisdom, intellect, and problem-solving skills to do our job. So glad we had 40 years to learning these skills.
--Nothing can quite compare to the joy you see on a granddaughter's face when a difficult assignment is finished and you are responsible for assisting her in its completion.
We took her yoke upon us. We were quick to listen and slow to speak. We rejoiced in the Lord and marveled in His ability to help us do all things through Him. selahV
Sometimes life doles out the most difficult circumstances. Crucial. Threatening. An innocent action coupled with foolishness can be one's undoing. Consequences may loom that has one quake in fear of the unknown. The pit can be so wide and deep the possibility of getting out of it is beyond any control or ability we may assume we have. We can only bow our heads, bend our knees and pray for mercy. Like Joseph, sometimes what others mean for evil, God means for good.
Sovereignty. God is in control. Always. Sometimes He simply wants to remind us that only He can make the difference in our lives. Sometimes He wants to show us how much He truly loves us and hears our pleas for His divine intervention. When our stupidity leads us to the edge of an abyss, He indeed holds our hand when we slip and stumble.
I stand amazed at the mercy of God. Over and over again, He pours out mercy when we deserve none. I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever. May I continue to offer to others what God so readily gives me and mine. May we give Him all praise for every detail of our lives. Every single detail.
Thank You, Lord, for friends who pray when I need them.
Finally! My Malibu is going to the salvage auction. So sad. It looked so pretty and handled really nice on the test drive today...but in the end, I didn't want to keep driving a car that had so much spent on repairing it. I'm sure it will be on the road in no time, but someone else will be driving it...not me. Allstate and I reached an agreement, and my check should arrive soon. I feel absolutely drained of stress. Whew...glad that part of the claim is over. Now, it's on to find a vehicle. Then the medical claim to settle. Allstate called me mid-afternoon yesterday and said I could keep the car till Thursday night. So after that, I'm walking till I find a car. Hee hee. Not.
Any suggestions on a vehicle that has great gas mileage? is not outrageously priced? has a history of quality and retains its value like a Chevy Malibu? selahV
We have one day here in my neck of the woods before we get hit with another blizzard. The one last week was rather paralyzing to us. The weather wreaked havoc on my weekly ritual of visiting my Iraqi friend. So annoying.
Everyone just wants to get back into their routine. I do, too. However, I've kinda lost sight of what "routine" is for me these days. Just when I think I'm getting a routine, something happens and it's knocked out of sync. After my accident last month, I stopped my Tuesday painting classes. Too dopey to drive.
I've never really been much of a planner. I've always sorta gone with the flow of the day. I may plan to clean closets but have hubby or a friend call and ask if I want to have lunch, and the messy closets are left for another day. Today I must have Haylee and Kinsey over for some grandma time. We usually spend two or three days a week together--painting, eating Chinese at the mall, and visiting our Iraqi friend and her little boy.
It occurs to me how my routine ties into the routines of others. Sometimes when I can't do something, it prohibits another from doing something that has become routine for them. It breaks the pace and flow of a normally smooth day or week. When this happens we have to make changes, allowances for what we'd originally scheduled or hoped to do. Sometimes we feel frustrated, annoyed, or angry because our lives are turned upside down.
We shouldn't. We need to be so rooted in the plans and will of God that we see the changes as tiny corrections to make His purpose come about. When NASA plans a space launch to the moon, they coordinate that launch with weather, the orbit of the earth, and many other factors. Once the rocket lifts off, the techs in charge are constantly making little corrections to keep them on course for the final destination. We do the same thing when we drive across town. We make tiny corrections to avoid potholes, to allow another to cut into our pathway, to avert accidents--in order to reach our destination.
I thought I was getting my car back last week, only to be told Allstate is going to total it. When I searched for a car this weekend, the only Malibu that could be purchased with the amount of money they are offering is three years older than mine and has an additional 20,000 miles on it. It doesn't seem fair to me that I should have to downgrade what I had before the accident. But life is not always fair. It snows on most all of us. It rains on all of us. We all have our plans interrupted, our goals pre-empted, our hopes dashed.
Today I was called from Enterprise and told I have to return my rental car. Allstate will not pay for it anymore. I have no car, and they have decided they have no more obligation to me. I'm truly not sure what happens from here. What I had planned for my routine has been circumvented by Allstate's routine. It is the way of things. I can only pray for grace to accept things as they come. And am so comforted that the Spirit brings to my mind, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not unto thine own understanding, but in all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths." Prov. 3:5-6. selahV
Not really. The U.S. Government bought all the clunkers and crushed them...which drove the cost of used cars to sky-rocket.
However, I just had to tell ya what happened when hubby and I went shopping to see what I can get with the $9,007 Allstate wants us to accept for our 2007 Malibu. I called a dealer on Thursday and the lady told me she definitely had the 2007 Malibu I'd seen on their website. Her 2007 Malibu was listed for $11,995. Uh...that's about $3,000 more than Allstate is offering me.
THAT isn't even the funny part. I go inside the dealership and we asked to see the car they have and he says he can't show it to us because it is in the body shop. I asked, "What happened?" I called on Thursday and told the salesgal that I'd be in to see it.
"It had a little accident," he explained.
"What kind of accident?"
"Don't know. But it's been in the bodyshop for 3 weeks."
Now I ask you folks...what in the world can a person do when the comparable vehicles are in worse shape than my car and they are asking more for it than I am being given?
But that ain't all.
We went to another dealership and checked on other cars and they didn't have any 2007 Malibus. They only had 2010s. However, they had a 2004 Malibu(Yes, that is a "4", I didn't mis-type it), Malibu with 82,000 miles on it and it was selling for only $1,000 dollars more ($9,999), than what Allstate is offering us for our 2007 Malibu with only 64,000 miles on it.
Friends...we are living in a very very strange world. I'm thinking about buying a horse. selahV
The Blizzard of February 1st blessed me with the presence of my husband for three whole days. We hunkered down and enjoyed one another's company. We've sipped hot coffee, dined on egg-sandwiches, gorged on chicken stew, nibbled on cinnamon-raisin toast, and simply reveled in a time of rest and quiet. For breakfast yesterday, Hubby made French Toast for me. Such a sweetheart God has blessed me with! He's got the "gift of service" and a heart of love. Today he braves the 20-degrees and goes to the streets once again as a courier. May God keep him safe.
My son-in-law came over yesterday and shoveled off our driveway and front porch. Now we can easily open the front door and get the newspaper. He even salted the sidewalk and porch. It was 12 degrees yesterday. Brrr-rrr. That is a concerned and caring son-in-law, don't you think? May God pour out multiple blessings upon him for his unwavering use of his "gift of service".
Our diligent newspaper man delivered our newspaper every single frigid day. I often hear the paper hit our front storm-door at 3 a.m. when he stops his four-wheeler at the street and tosses it onto the porch. It's always within a foot of the open door. He is a diligent, conscientious man. We are blessed to have such service. A big tip is going his way this month. May God bless this man's life with goodness and comfort.
My sister-in-law from Florida emailed me and told me she is sending us several pounds of Acini de Pepe. What's that? It's a teensey round pasta we've used for nearly 46 years of marriage to make homemade chicken soup. When I lived in East Hartford, Connecticut, we use to go down to the Italian Store on Main Street and scoop out as much as we wanted from the open barrels of pasta. Mmmmn, mmmn, good! That was pasta! But I am so blessed to have a sister-in-law who cares enough to take the time to purchase the pasta we cannot find here in Lawton, Oklahoma City, and Wichita Falls, Texas, then wrap it up and mail it to us. (Yeah, we've asked the grocers to order it...not helpful. Hard to believe we can't get it here when Italian Wedding soup is so popular.) Nevertheless, I can hardly wait to make the soup and hear my granddaughters' glee when they get the soup with "little balls" in it. May the Lord multiply blessings to Valerie for this act of kindness to us.
I also have a praise for all you readers. I've had record site-views the last few months. Am grateful that even though you may not comment, that you find my thoughts worth reading. Many of you have searched my archives when my writing was inconsistent due to my accident. I realize that lately I've done a bit of whining and complaining about the insurance thing. But I assure you that I'm only venting the idiocy of it all. It just makes so little sense to me that God gives us brains and we "strain at gnats and swallow camels" when it comes to treating one another with fairness and caring. I realize that the people I am dealing with at the insurance company are just following the rules and instructions of their company's bidding. They are just people....working and trying to put beans on their own tables each week. I tell them I know it is not their fault when I debate the "issue" and claims with them. God loves them and asks us to "walk humbly and treat others kindly" even when things are difficult. We are not exempt from doing right when "right" eludes us. I can't imagine having their jobs. May God bless them with goodness and wisdom to make the right decisions under pressure.
Little things--blessings and praises--have a way of multiplying and growing taller than the mountains of difficulty we may have in life. It makes sense to "count it all joy when we encounter trials." These trials and difficulties are God's sandpaper to strengthen our faith, develop our patience, and deepen our trust in His all-sufficient grace and watchcare. The mountains of difficulty are made into molehills when we count our blessings and look at the little things of life for which we can offer praise to our Father, the Most High God.
You all may recall how I've told you about the Yo-yo, roller-coaster ride that Allstate Insurance has had me on since I was hit by one of their insured customers on December 9th last year. It got worse. Just when I think I am about to get a call to come pick up my repaired vehicle, Allstate throws me a curve-ball to beat all curve-balls. What I'm about to tell you is one of the most ludicrous situations of insurance stupidity I have come across in a long while.
From the day of the accident, the guy who towed our car away told us that my Malibu was totaled. When we had it towed to my body-shop man (Billy), wrote up a detailed estimate for Allstate Insurance. He had that estimate into Allstate within one day of receiving the car at his shop. Weeks later we hear from the insurance company and they told Billy and me that an adjuster from Allstate said it was "unrepairable". Totaled. So, I began fretting over finding a car and wondering what they will give me for my Malibu. Will I be able to replace it with the money they give me? Will I even be able to find one that is in equally good condition?
Meanwhile I submit my hospital bills to Allstate and do not hear back from them. I call and leave messages. No one calls back. So I call again and get a new claims adjuester who tells me they won't pay them until I settle the claim with the first adjuster I talked with. (Tell that to the hospital who wants their money for services already rendered.) I digress.
So Allstate won't tell me what they will give me for the "totaled" vehicle until it is towed to Oklahoma City and another adjuster looks at it and determines its "conditional value". They are going to determine how much it is worth. So I get nervous. I can't think straight wondering where we'll get the money to replace it if Allstate doesn't give us what it costs for another.
Then out of the blue, another Allstate adjuster (Ruby), changes the game plan. Ruby determines it is "repairable and not totaled". My body-shop man, Billy, argued with her that it wasn't financially feasible to repair it with all the safety features and collision damage and towing charges and rental car fees. Ruby poohed poohed him and told him to take this off the estimate, and that off the estimate. When I argued with her that is wasn't repairable and they were only interested in getting off without paying me enough to fix my car properly or replace it, she told me if I didn't like the way Allstate was handling the claim, I could submit it to my own insurance company. Uh...I hung up on her.
So the car gets shipped back to my bodyshop here in Lawton. I don't call. I don't ask anymore about the car. I'm irritated. When it gets back to Billy, he discovers the towing company must have allowed the car to bottom-out and it broke my struts (which now also have to be repaired). Then Billy is finished with the repairs. However, when he hooked it up to GM's diagnostics, it said I had to have a front-seat passenger-side seatbelt replaced, too. Without that replacement, my airbags would not deploy if I had another accident. So what does Allstate do when they get the supplement invoice for that plus the damage the towing company did to my car enroute back to Lawton?
Allstate calls Billy and tells him they are now going to total my car. It's called an economic total. Uh...are they crazy? They have to pay Billy $8,500 dollars for the repair work he's already completed. All that was necessary to put it on the road was a mere $200-dollars for the seatbelt. Instead, they are going to pay Billy his money and offer me $9,007 dollars for a car that is selling for nearly $12,000 dollars plus tax and licensing. So instead of giving me the $12,000 from the beginning and settling on the totaled car, they are paying out nearly $23,000.00. Yes...TWENTY-THREE-THOUSAND dollars to settle the collision claim. And I am out a good quality car and must pay out of my pocket for a car that was paid off and spend who knows how long finding one. I could have bought a Prius with 23,000 dollars, for crying out loud. (And you wonder why insurance companies charge so much for insurance, eh?)
When Allstate called today, their adjuster apologized for the roller-coaster ride I've been on. Chad--the adjuster, told me that "this claim has been terribly mishandled from the beginning". No, duh. The arrogant Ruby (who told me to submit my claim to my own insurance company if I didn't like the way Allstate was handling it), is no where to be found. Yet, I'm suppose to accept her "conditional value" offer for my car when she couldn't even determine it was totaled in the first place???????
Let me ask you, folks. Should I believe this company when they chant "You're in Good Hands with Allstate"? Should I believe they will handle my medical claim any better than they have this vehicle claim? I already know they are "investigating" my medical claim because I am seeing a chiropractor for the pain in my neck and back. Will they figure out a way to dismiss my anxiety, sleeplessness, pain and suffering when they settle that claim? Are they going to find something wrong with my medical bills in their "investigation" of my claims? Who knows? Only time will tell.
I'm glad the Lord is on my side, I know I'm in good hands with Him. Allstate on the otherhand? Not so much. Just saying. selahV
Can't believe January has already come and gone. Until now, we've been quite fortunate here in my part of Oklahoma. Just last week I was boasting of our 75 degree temperatures. It was wonderful. Then wham bam, on February 1st, we got slammed with the rest of the country. Seven inches of snow (lying on a sheet of ice) closed churches, schools and many many stores. My chiropractor called and rescheduled my appointment. Good thing. Don't think I dare waddle out onto that icy mess.
Don't know if the mail has come or not. We haven't ventured down our driveway to find out. Can barely push the door open to get the newspaper. Snowdrifts. However....
We are so blessed. We've had lights, heat, water and television. We had a bit of frozen pipe in one of our bathrooms, but a blow-dryer fixed that. I lost internet service till today, but that was just as well. Don't need to knock my neck out of joint when I can't see the chiro till Friday (maybe...depends on whether we thaw out or not).
They predict record ZERO to greet us tomorrow morning. Right now it is 2-below with our windchill factor. Forecasters say our thaw begins on Friday. That's far better than our relatives in Connecticut can hope for.
My brother's wife has no place to put all the snow that's piled up from their record storms this winter. I got an email from my sister-in-law from Florida. She's so grateful she moved south. Her son called from Connecticut and told her he had to climb up and shovel off his brand new roof. The weight of the snow must have wiggled its way through some crevice and caused a leak into his master bedroom. They get snow by the foot--not the inch. I loved it when I was young...but have come to truly appreciate southern Oklahoma as I've grown older. We may have cold for a few days, then it's gone. New England has is for months.
Couldn't believe over a thousand cars were buried on Lakeshore Drive in Chicago. Thousands stranded for hours upon hours. Unbelieveable that anyone would go out with all the storm-warnings we had. Man makes a habit of ignoring warnings. The Psalmist began his work with warnings:
"Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers." Psalm 1:1-3
Seems many see no need to heed warnings. Storms are coming: Smoking kills. Texting while driving kills. Driving under the influence of alcohol kills. Sin kills. And when we ignore the warnings of God, we have only ourselves to blame. He warns us to stay away from so much--not to hurt us, but to protect us. Yet, we ignore His Word, dismiss His instructions, quench His Spirit and go our own way. We walk where we shouldn't. Linger when we should run. Surrender when we should resist. Then we wail and cry for Him to help us out of our self-imposed plights. Yet, even in our sinfulness, He stands faithful to forgive--filled with mercy to pour out each morning. Such grace. Such love. You'd think every stone-cold heart would melt, wouldn't you?
I have so much to talk about. Hopefully, as I am able, I'll be writing more frequently. However, I'm learning to pace the time I spend at the computer. While I sit here at my laptop, I place a little stuffed puppy behind my neck to relieve my neck. The chiropractor is really helping me avoid taking pain meds. Hate those things. Make ya feel loopy...not to mention what they do to your liver and kidneys. How do I know? They have "warnings" on their labels. Allstate wasn't too keen about me seeing the chiropractor. But that's okay. I'm not too keen about taking a bunch of drugs. After all. I've been warned. selahV