Plastic, Bugs, and Hot Irons

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. Proverbs 17:22

This past four-day weekend found me in a meeting. As I sat looking at my notes, I pushed up my glasses and my fingers brushed against something hard next to my temple. All thoughts of commenting left me. Upon further exploration, I found it attached to my hair!

Plastic Hair 17b-1I fought the immediate urge to scream maniacally while visions of critters danced in my head. (Have you seen how much hair I have on this head?) I finally worked the piece out only to find I had no clue of what it was. Even though my head felt like a thousand bugs were crawling in it, I knew it wasn’t nits. I took a moment and gave thanks. After examining the foreign substance, I calmly began searching the rest of my hair. Sure enough, there were smaller pieces attached throughout the strands.

Finally, the appointment ended, and I hurried home to investigate. The first place I looked was my head! After brushing—pulling—out the tiny pieces, I found a larger piece at the base of my neck. Eventually, I pulled it out. Then I parted my hair down the middle, pulled it forward and found a wad around the occipital bone. To save myself a lot of hurt, I cut that piece out.

Next place I went was to my hot iron. And there I found my answer. At the top of the barrel was a cooled substance from a plastic container sitting on my sink. Sigh. Thankfully, hair grows back!

#cosmetology101 #removeallplasticsfromsink #thankfulitwasn’tbugs #thankfulIstillhavehair #sharingthelaughter

Submitting to the Master

Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:1-2

Baby TwiggyTwiggy came to us a skittish underweight two-year-old. Our first priority was her weight. The second was helping her become comfortable around humans.

Each morning when I entered the stall to feed her, Twiggy would stand in the far corner afraid. So, I changed tactics. I opened the door and waited. When she realized I wasn’t coming in, she took a few steps toward me. Every morning she came closer and closer until she began taking a mouthful of feed from the bucket. Finally, I was able to reach out and stroke her neck.

 

Twiggy

Fast forward nine months in the field with Susie, a thirty-year-old who loves attention, Twiggy has come to learn the wind in the trees isn’t so scary. Dogs can be fun. A person coming in the stall is normal activity. And if there is a problem the human will fix it.

She still has a long way to go. She isn’t broken, yet. She doesn’t know what a burden feels like. But she will. For only when she submits to a master can she be a useful horse.

TwiggyIt won’t be easy. But who said life was easy or fair? Life is what you make of it walking hand in hand with the Lord. Twiggy, just like me, has the choice to submit.

At first, she will fight the rope, hate the saddle, preferring to prance and run free. But hopefully, she will come to see there is freedom in submission. The Master honestly does know best.  And when we lay aside our need for control, we find His yoke is easy and His burden light.

 

TwiggyYesterday, I watched Twiggy as she ran the field, gaining speed, slowing down, whirling around trees, and stopping for a breath—her movements graceful and precise. (She has all four feet off the ground!)

It reminded me of the race we’re running. Some days we gain speed. Others we navigate the obstacles. And still other days, we pause to catch our breath. Yet, there is joy along the way if we know where the joy can be found.

 

Twiggy

To find that joy we must learn to cast our cares aside. Trust in the Lord with all our hearts and lean not to our own understanding. Submit everything to the Master.

The secret: It takes love for the master before we can submit. Without love, we will always fight for control.

 

 

TwiggyFinally, realize life is more exciting if we keep our eyes on the joy before us and bask in His light until we reach home.

 

This race is too short to run it alone. Invite the Lord along and watch how weightless you will begin to feel.

 

Death and Chili

Today I’m mourning the loss of a friend. For the past six years, when pressed for time, my friend would pick up the slack and prepare meals for me. All I had to do was supply the ingredients and leave it for her to finish.

I loved my friend. She was warm and dependable. Her unwavering support for my work schedule was her best attribute. I know I will never find another to replace her. But as with everything in this transient world, there comes a time we must bid farewell to the old and move on to the new.

So, I am now looking for a new Crock-Pot®! Preferably chrome with a dark red crock. The red makes me happy. 🙂 Four settings is a must. Off. High. Low. Warm. No mamby-pamby pot for me.

Her magnum opus was Chili. The last serving is now sitting in a Rubbermaid® red-topped bowl in the fridge.

This particular recipe was an accident I stumbled across when I didn’t have the ingredients for my original recipe. Thinking to save time during an unusually busy day, I decided to forego the stove-top and began throwing ingredients into the crock. I soon realized I had no tomato sauce or paste.

And I refuse to add ketchup. Ugh.

Anyway, after I threw together the following, my family informed me they liked it better than my other recipe. Oh, well. Glad someone finally said something. 🙂

Recently, a friend asked me to share the recipe. So, I thought I would post it today for all those dealing with temperature shock. Brrrrrr

 

Ingredients

2 lbs. ground beef (I use extra lean because I’m unable to drain off the fat.)

2 cans Rotel (mild or hot)

1 can petite diced tomatoes

1 jar of Marinara Sauce (I like Newman’s Own.) Yep, Marinara Sauce. Trust me.

1 packet of Chili seasoning (I also make my own. You can find the recipes on Pinterest.)

Salt

Optional

1 can Chili Beans

1 can Black Beans

1 small can corn

1 whole onion

 Directions

Place in crock. Turn the dial to high. Let cook all day. That’s it!

Forgot to thaw the meat the night before? No worries. Fix it and forget it.

Serving Option

I crumble a handful of Doritos in a bowl. Top with Fiesta Blend cheese. Add chili. Top with Sour Cream, jalapeno, and a splash of Chipotle hot sauce.

Southern Comfort at its best. Promised to warm even the coldest consumer!

Happy eats, y’all!

Gail