Dean and I thoroughly enjoyed a musical program this evening at the small church of our in-laws that we have attended on occasion. Dean seems to fit in with this smaller congregation better than our larger home church right now. He misses fellowship with other Christians so much. So I do appreciate the warm welcome we felt in God's house tonight.
And one of the sweetest parts was the ice cream they shared with us afterward. A regular old-fashioned ice cream church social. Served with all the toppings.
The Lord's blessings to us are so sweet. We not only get the basic two scoops in a bowl, but our gracious God showers us with all the "toppings". He isn't stingy in the least. Just look around at all the beautiful nature He has created for our enjoyment. That's one blessing we can all enjoy. Like the toppings on ice cream or the icing on the cake. Not needed, but oh, so welcome.
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Sunday, September 23, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Starving on a Full Stomach
My husband's hunger these days knows no bounds. We had a picnic supper with friends out at a lake yesterday and after five slices of pizza, four helpings of potato salad, a considerable amount of cantaloupe, several brownies, and two sodas, the first thing he said when we got home was "Will you fix me a grilled cheese sandwich?"
This afternoon we went to a local hospital for their annual 50 Plus Ice Cream Social. After two man-size helpings of ice cream with mounds of toppings and sauces, plus three big cookies, the first thing he said when we got home was "What's for supper?"
It's a wonder that we're able to keep his weight steady. I'm sure it's the meds that are making him so ravenous, but you can just imagine the dent it makes in my grocery shopping budget. Should we change his dosage again? I really feel sorry for his constant state of dissatisfaction with the amount of food he eats. No matter how much he eats, he still feels a need for more. Is this what starvation feels like?
Many people are starving for God as well. They know they are blessed with much of this world's goods, but they feel in a constant state of dissatisfaction with what they have. No matter how much earthly success and power they have, how many college degrees or beauty titles they earn, how much money they accumulate and spend, or even how much alcohol and other escape substances they abuse their bodies with, they never feel like it is enough. Yes, without God in our life, there will be an empty place in our spirit that only God can fill. When you find yourself in this category, it's time to change the meds. The Master Physician knows just what to prescribe.
You don't have to starve.
This afternoon we went to a local hospital for their annual 50 Plus Ice Cream Social. After two man-size helpings of ice cream with mounds of toppings and sauces, plus three big cookies, the first thing he said when we got home was "What's for supper?"
It's a wonder that we're able to keep his weight steady. I'm sure it's the meds that are making him so ravenous, but you can just imagine the dent it makes in my grocery shopping budget. Should we change his dosage again? I really feel sorry for his constant state of dissatisfaction with the amount of food he eats. No matter how much he eats, he still feels a need for more. Is this what starvation feels like?
Many people are starving for God as well. They know they are blessed with much of this world's goods, but they feel in a constant state of dissatisfaction with what they have. No matter how much earthly success and power they have, how many college degrees or beauty titles they earn, how much money they accumulate and spend, or even how much alcohol and other escape substances they abuse their bodies with, they never feel like it is enough. Yes, without God in our life, there will be an empty place in our spirit that only God can fill. When you find yourself in this category, it's time to change the meds. The Master Physician knows just what to prescribe.
You don't have to starve.
Friday, March 23, 2012
My Ice Cream Lover
After visiting the doctor with Dean today, he was begging for some ice cream or a shake on the way home. So I stopped at a small grocery store and let him go in to buy some ice cream, since my foot still isn't very walkable. He had to use my debit card, so he wrote the four p.i.n. numbers down on a slip of paper before going in with the card. I was hoping for the best, the whole time he was gone.
The bag looked quite large that he brought back to the car. Not surprisingly, he also purchased a box of candy and a big bag of chips, along with the ice cream. They were reasonably priced, so I couldn't say much. But I was wishing that it was a loaf of bread instead, being so close to the end of the month.
Isn't this how we all are? We see one thing we like, and then can't resist some more of something else that catches our eye. It's called impulsive buying.
I like the Sabbath because it causes us to slow down and reduces this impulsiveness. On the Sabbath we have a purpose and that sole purpose is to worship our Creator. Forget the trinkets of the world, all the junk foods, all the junk toys. It is God we are to remember. With Him you might not even crave ice cream. Wouldn't that be nice?
The bag looked quite large that he brought back to the car. Not surprisingly, he also purchased a box of candy and a big bag of chips, along with the ice cream. They were reasonably priced, so I couldn't say much. But I was wishing that it was a loaf of bread instead, being so close to the end of the month.
Isn't this how we all are? We see one thing we like, and then can't resist some more of something else that catches our eye. It's called impulsive buying.
I like the Sabbath because it causes us to slow down and reduces this impulsiveness. On the Sabbath we have a purpose and that sole purpose is to worship our Creator. Forget the trinkets of the world, all the junk foods, all the junk toys. It is God we are to remember. With Him you might not even crave ice cream. Wouldn't that be nice?
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