Lets Give Them Something to Talk About

I can hear it in the back of my mind with every sip of delicious coffee I take this morning.   My mom…   she is telling me about the woes of partially hydrogenated oil that is in my “Crème Brule Coffee Creamer”.   I have one of the coolest moms you could ever ask for.   She has seen her fair share of pain and friends with cancer.   Therefore, my mom has adopted a super healthy lifestyle.   So things that I would never have thought of before, such as partially hydrogenated oil, ring through my head from her telling me about them.   I haven’t had coffee creamer for a long time and I was actually looking for a pumpkin spice type, so I decided to splurge and get this special treat one time.   Every sip I take though, I feel guilty. Have you ever had something like that, something that you KNOW you shouldn’t be doing, everyone has always told you that you shouldn’t do it.   Like staying out past curfew when you were younger, or watching a show th...

Going to the dentist is never a fun experience.   But it gets even worse when you have a couple thousand dollars worth of work to do on your mouth.   As I was sitting in the chair, hearing the whizzing drill and feeling water shoot through my mouth, I was thinking.   (Thinking is what I had to do since Novocain doesn’t work very well on me.)   Sometimes our lives are like teeth.   We try our hardest to maintain it by ourselves.   We clean it and polish it.   We get it cleaned at church and ultimately, if we maintain it properly, there are no problems.   Inevitably though, we get a cavity.   YIKES!   Something that is causing our life to decay.   Something that is eating away at the good strong tooth.   With our teeth, we dread the words, “you need a filling” like it is someone telling us that we have to eat straight vinegar.   Finally, when you go to get that filling done, you get laid back in the chair and a needle is br...

Swinging like a monkey from our play set as a young child, she looked more monkey than human.   My little sister got herself into some of the craziest situations.   One time, she pulled a TV on top of herself, another time she ate a bottle of super glue when my mom was trying to break a figurine that I had broken of my friends.   She tried to do gymnastics off the side of her bed and ripped a piece of her nose off.   She never let anything stand in the way of a good time.   She was probably around 5, (although according to her, her entire childhood happened between 6 or 7), when she was playing on the swing set.   Using it in ways “normal” kids wouldn’t.   She was hanging by one arm, climbing on this or that scurrying around like a little monkey, long hair flying this way or that.   She was down the hill playing with our neighbor friends and the next thing we were aware of, one of those neighbors came up and told my mom that she was hurt and my mo...

I had just sent my co-worker to lunch and was settling in at the front desk when she arrived.   She was around 5’4” skinny as a rail long brown hair pulled up into a tight pony tail.   Behind her scurried a woman of 50 or so, carrying a pumpkin seat and looking frightened.   As she walked down the hall I could hear her before I saw her.   She was telling her companion to hurry up, be sure to keep that baby quiet, and she was cussing every other word.   She came in, attitude oozing out of every pore, and informed me that she wanted a job.   At this time, I was working at a staffing agency as a manager of this office.   I started to explain our application process and she continually rolled her eyes.   We had an in depth application process, and she interrupted me with a “how long is this gonna take?” in a very perturbed voice.   After seeing how she was interacting with me and with her companion, I informed her that it took around an hour, b...

I heard a blood curdling scream from the other room, followed by the cries of my other child and then a smack.   I had been sitting at the computer, and leaned my head back closed my eyes, took a deep breath and went to encounter the argument head on.   Apparently my youngest daughter was playing with a stuffed giraffe that my oldest daughter sometimes sleeps with.   Amidst the crying and tears, I was able to formulate the events that took place.   My youngest daughter had gone to the toy room and gotten the giraffe (a green 16” giraffe with brown spots) out of the room and brought it into the other room.   Here, the older sister saw that the coveted giraffe was not in her room and grabbed it from her sister.   The younger one screamed and bit the older sister who then cried and hit the little sister.   As I took another cleansing breath I began dealing with the issue at hand.   It is very difficult to reason with a 2 and 3 year old and let alone ...

Have you ever felt like Noah?   Have you ever felt like you were called to do something.   Noah was CALLED to build the ark.   He didn’t have to, but God had plans for him.   The Bible says in Genesis 6:9-12 that “Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of is time and he walked with God. Noah had three sons; Shem, Ham and Japheth.   Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence.   God saw how corrupt the earth had become, for all the people on earth had corrupted their ways.”   So here Noah is, surrounded by a bunch of people, that haven’t really seen rain before.   They are already evil and corrupt, they are already laughing at him from before, and God calls him to make this Ark…   God tells Noah to build a boat.   A BOAT!   And not a small boat either, a HUGE boat.   So his neighbors and friends are looking at him as a quack.   Do you think that Noah ever questioned God?   Do you th...

This song has been running through my head non-stop lately.   There is always a lot of gossip, a lot of talking a lot of interesting things that goes on in a church, and this is the song that I sing every time that I have been getting involved in it.   It is so easy to say, I know that song, and skip over reading the lyrics, but have you ever really read the lyrics? When the music fades And all is stripped away And I simply come Longing just to bring Something that's of worth That will bless your heart I'll bring You more than a song For a song in itself Is not what You have required You search much deeper within Through the ways things appear You're looking into my heart I'm coming back to the heart of worship And it's all about You All about You, Jesus I'm sorry Lord for the thing I've made it When it's all about You It's all about You Jesus King of endless worth No one could express How much You deserve Though I'm weak...