Cleanse me with–Rhubarb?

 

Old timers used rhubarb as a high-fiber cleaning agent. I don’t think they’d ever heard this verse.

Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean. (Psalm 51:7a) (Seriously, rhubarb does make one’s bodily organs move in unexpected ways.)

Rhubarb is more than a fruity pie filling. It’s not a fruit at all, but a vegetable from the buckwheat family. Try it in a stir fry. The trick is to slice it very thin and cook it with a bit of sugar (about three stalks rhubarb to ½ cup sugar) then proceed as usual. When you want to use it in salad, mix it with the sugar and roast it in the oven for a few minutes. Let it cool and use it as a kind of crouton.

This year, I made a rhubarb loaf, but I can’t give you the recipe because I modified it to the nth degree.

Someone bought butter for me (that story to follow!)  I ran out of sugar and borrowed from my neighbour; ran out of milk and used melted cherry ice-cream to replace it. So you see that the recipe might be awkward to follow. You can probably use a white cake mix instead. Just mix one cup of diced rhubarb into the dry mix before you follow the rest of the package instructions.

One recipe or another, it’s good to remember that rhubarb is a cleanser. It’s a reminder that we are to cleanse ourselves from what is not.

So whoever cleanses himself [from what is ignoble and unclean, who separates himself from contact with contaminating and corrupting influences] will [then himself] be a vessel set apart and useful for honorable and noble purposes, consecrated and profitable to the Master, fit and ready for any good work.(2 Timothy 2:21, AMP)

Prayer – Lord, help us follow your instructions to the letter. Amen

Farm Truths

Did you know that chickens will peck each other to death, if they get the opportunity? Canadian chickens are not fed hormones. There is no such thing as a factory farm. That term was created by non-farmers. It takes ten goats to give the same amount of milk as one cow. Male calves are raised with great care and only shipped to market as veal when they reach between 4-700 pounds.

Did you know that the $15.00 or so that we pay for a chicken dinner gives a farmer only a dollar?When food prices go up, the farmer’s share does not? Farmers need to eat, and so do we. They care about their animals and their crops. And if we want to keep eating, we need to care about farmers, farming, and the truth about both.

Then all the people of Judah took Uzziah, who was sixteen years old, and made him king in place of his father Amaziah… And he had farmers and vinedressers in the hills and in the fertile fields [of Carmel], for he loved farming. (2 Chronicles 26:1, 10b, AMP)

Prayer – God, we pray fine weather and good crops for all the farmers who provide our food on a daily basis. Amen

My friend is cautious about food, or rather the preparation of it.

My friend is cautious about food, or rather the preparation of it. These are her words:

“Oh ya. I never ‘maul’ the food. Latex gloves. I buy the big box at the drug store and I wear them when I prepare food. I mean, who wants to eat a salad, thinking about how every piece was ‘man handled?’ Latex gloves and spray bleach. I’m ready, baby!”

How well do you protect your food? I mean, we could talk about raw beef versus cooked here. Or we could get down to real truth. How well do we protect our food, our nourishment?

Jesus said to them, My food (nourishment) is to do the will (pleasure) of Him Who sent Me and to accomplish and completely finish His work. (John 4:34, AMP)

Prayer – Lord, thanks for reminding us that your Word is more than words. Amen

Meeting Myself—-review

Every author wonders if readers will get the message. Pure joy floods our heart when they do…

My Dear Friend Lynn just read Meeting Myself, Snippetsfrom a BInging and Bulging Mind. Here are her thoughts. I’d love to read yours as well.

Hey Lady!!!   Read your amazing book, cover to cover when I got home and have been trying since then to find a way to express my multitude of emotions.  First I want to tell you how brave I think you are to be willing to share your journey.  My heart aches for the child you were and the adult that you became as a result of the abuse you suffered. I cannot imagine the strength it took for you to survive the pain you must have felt.   I remain in awe of your faith and the courage it must have taken to let go of your pain and anger. The testimony this book provides must surely be a blessing to everyone who has the privilege to read it.  Thank you for sharing it with me.

Love you
Lynn

 

 

Worry, Anxiety and Fear

Anxiety used to constantly wrack my body. I worried over everything from kids, to jobs, finances, and  eating disorders. I bought a ‘worry bird.’  You were supposed to rub this purple glass bird thing and it took away your fear. I did but it didn’t.

When I asked Christ into my life, I purposely decided not to fear anything, but instead to fear and reverence only him.

I just found this  interesting verse.

Isaiah 24:18- And it shall come to pass, that he who fleeth from the noise of the fear shall fall into the pit (KJ).   What on earth is the ‘noise of fear?’

Noise is defined as unpleasant sound, an outcry, a complaint, a rumour, or meaningless data.

Fear is described as a feeling of anxiety, a frightening thought, or worry.

Apparently, the noise of fear is nothing but worry over meaningless data. According to this verse, many of us run from it and then fall into a big hole, a pit. That’s pit-iful.

I’ve lived in lots of pits. New opportunities present themselves every day. Right now, it’s widowhood.

Some might even tell you that I did live in a pit ….…..for a little while.

But I didn’t stay there and you don’t have to stay there either. No matter what your pit, God offers a rescue plan. Just reach up and he will grab you, lift you out and put your feet on solid ground. How do I know that? God said so and I’ve experienced it.

Psalm 40:2- He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand (NIV).

Prayer- Father God, thank you that your plan for us is better than any we hatch up on our own. Give us the courage to grab onto what ever you give us, by grabbing onto you. In Jesus’ Name. Amen

Meeting Myself Info

Click on this link and find all the latest about my new book…

I am blessed to have comments from award winning authors, Nikki Rosen and Michael Bull Roberts on the back of the book!

Meeting Myself will soon be available in several types of E books as well!!!

 

https://www.greatcanadianauthors.com/authors/113

Meeting Myself-the read

I didn’t want to….I couldn’t make myself do it….too busy crying from the minute it arrived at my house.

What’s that? Didn’t want to read my own new book? Cared not to see the words in actual print? No. Read it 100 times while writing, editing, preparing for book launch.

Worked myself into a frenzy of grief from 2:00 when it arrived, till 7:20 pm…..ate plenty to ‘comfort’ my heart. Here is news again for all…your drug of choice does not make your heart happy….

Anyway, finally at 7:20 common sense reared its pretty little head once more —-because the icecream was all gone—-and I picked up the book and opened to the dedication page.

For Ron, who walked with me every step of the way.

Ron read Meeting Myself: Snippets from a binging and bulging mind. Then I sent it into the Word Alive Press contest last summer. He died shortly after that and then a week or so later I got the winning news.

And the thought came to me that Ron knew that his job was done here. He’d seen me safely into healing and completeness. He knew that I knew that God has made all things in me well. He knew that bulimia and its related attacks had no more power over me. He knew I had the strength to carry on because I’d found the Christ, the truth of all life.

And then I realized that I’d better live like it…….

A Binging and Bulging Mind


Here is a sample from my new book–Meeting Myself, snippets from a binging and bulging mind…..soon to be on the shelves

Luke 6:27, 33But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even sinnersdo that. (NIV)

When I read verses like this, I knew that God expected me to forgive my (now dead) abuser. And I did. But when He told me to go to the cemetery, lay hands and flowers on the tombstone to complete the job, I balked. Some 25 years passed. Circumstances placed me in that graveyard and God spoke the same words to me again.

Body trembling, I forced myself toward the memorial stone. Aloud, I prayed forgiveness for him and healing for me. “God,”I said, “I am sorry. I don’t have any flowers.”I turned to walk away and found two silk flowers lying on the path I had just entered. “They’ll blow away, Lord,”I said, “but I’ll put them there anyway.”Then I noticed two small holes, equally spaced, at the stone’s base. I put the mauve flower in one. The mauve stood for mourning, for surely God mourned with me in the midst of sins committed against me. I put the white one in the other opening. White, for purity, because He had made my heart pure by wiping it clean of all bitterness.

Dear Ones, let us not postpone when God tells us to do something, for in that something lies our healing.