Happy Thanksgiving

Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift. 2 Corinthians 9:15

Taking a short break to be with family. I pray you all have a warm and happy Thanksgiving! God bless.

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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

The Perfect Herbicide For Bitter Roots

Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled (Hebrews 12:15 KJV).

 

Kudzu is an invasive vine that grows sixty to a hundred feet in each growing season. Introduced as an ornamental vine, it was planted by farmers and conservationist for forage and soil conservation on about a half a million acres. However, it soon became known as the “vine that ate the South” because of the ability to cover everything in its path. Finally, people began to curse its existence after they began losing farm and timber to its prolific tendrils. No longer an “acceptable cover crop” Kudzu was demoted to “weed status” by the Department of Agriculture. (New Georgia Encyclopedia)

While writing last week’s post, Delays-Disappointments-Detours, the thought occurred to me that if anyone had a reason to become bitter in their journey, it was Joshua and Caleb. I thought about the years spent as slaves in Egypt, the deliverance, the espionage assignment, and the faith-filled report. They never wavered in God’s ability to keep His promise. But for all their belief, and their obedience they were sentenced to forty years in the wilderness with the rest of the disobedient and unbelieving. Forty years!

Can you imagine? To be so close to the promise, only to have it snatched from your hands must have twisted their insides, if only for a moment. Bitterness could have taken root and flourished.

What’s the harm in a little bitterness when falsely accused, mistreated, abused, or misunderstood? When others succeed, it seems, without years of rejection. When we are overlooked for a promotion or raise in salary. Surely, we are justified in our disappointments. So what is wrong with a little bitterness?

Like Kudzu, bitterness doesn’t stay in one place. It creeps around, shading out the sunshine, attaching itself to everything it touches, eventually killing all in its path. The problem, is we don’t see its destructiveness until it’s too late. What starts out as a justified seed of hurt, sprinkled with unforgiveness, soon becomes a raging nuisance. We soon feel its effect as every fruit of the Spirit begins to wither, replaced by darkness and decay. We may hide it in our actions, but not in our tone. Our words become caustic, seeds of destruction spread abroad wherever we trod.

So, how can we keep the vine of bitterness from taking root? My experience is thankfulness. Being thankful for the present experience is a guaranteed herbicide of bitter roots!

To read more about Kudzu visit:

Wikipedia  Kudzu in the South

New Georgia Encyclopedia Kudzu