Monday, October 29

A new feeling...and my first AWARD!

I wanted to thank Sharon at Sit With me Awhile for her "Blood Sisters" award. It is the first award I received, but I feel uncomfortable posting it because of the picture...not that it is a bad picture, it is lovely. Women walking arms intertwined (being a close family)...but because of my beliefs in regards to hair and dress, I can't bring myself to post it. But I am thankful for the thoughts behind it. Which her award seems so much in line with my thoughts in regards to my church this week. (she understands my veiwpoint--or at least listened, responded and respected it)

At church yesterday, the whole atmosphere felt different. People seemed more humble, more real, more approachable. I felt the wall at the very least, being examined. Many people were intrigued by my analogies and actually said they were going to try to tear down walls. I felt so relieved. Their prayers made me cry because I knew the thoughts behind them from the phone conversations through the week. Thank you Lord, for allowing me to be used by You.

This is the time of year where my family begs me to come and visit them. I have a hard time going because there are certain unspoken rules when I go to see them. #1 is they think my homeschool is inadequate--or at least they used to. #2 I wear dresses always and some how that makes them uncomfortable just that I wear them, not that I think they must as well...and most important or bothersome #3 God--don't preach. So, when I leave, I ask myself why I ever went...

#3 is the worst for me, because I rarely preach. It's not my place as a woman but I do speak what is on my heart, who I am, what I believe. My dad talks fishing, I talk God. My mom talks TV, I talk God. My sister talks kids and family, I do too, but I talk God with it...I think you get the idea. I can't tell them what I did last week or last year, because --oh, my-- I might mention CHURCH!! So, they want a fake, superficial me. They want me to put on some facade that somehow makes they feel comfortable. On the other hand, I love them so much. They are my family. But when it comes to them being my blood family, I feel the family ties I have through the blood of my Savior is so much stronger. My church family loves me for who I am, we have things in common. I don't have to pretend to be something I am not. If I don't understand them, I can ask a question and not feel I am going to be judged just because of my question. I can talk, laugh and cry with them, because they know who I am as the sinner I am.

Jesus asked, Who are my brothers, sisters, ect?" And He said those who do the will of my Father. And what is the will of the Father?? John 6:40 says

“For this is the will of My Father, that everyone who beholds the Son and believes in Him will have eternal life, and I Myself will raise him up on
the last day.”

Awesome, hey? My brothers and sisters are those who will be raised up on the last day because they believe...I really feel that...It's not just that I say "these are my brothers and sisters in Christ" NO, these people who have trusted in the blood of Christ to wash away ALL their sins...they really ARE my family...While some of my family are more obvious in their disobedience, we all are disobedient in some way shape or form, they are all my family. The tie that binds me is not in doing or being obedient to God, but the blood that washed away the consequence of my disobedience. It is that common knowledge that makes them and I unified. (I know many nice people from other religions that behold Christ, but they think they are good enough to go to Heaven, and I don't have that bond and love and unity with them...Maybe I am babbling...)it is the blood that binds not how spiritual I sound...

So, when given the choice to spend the day with my mom, watch her get drunk, and spout out all my childhood sins again and again, then leave with the stench of cigarette smoke permeated in my skin, burning mine and my children's eyes, or spend the day with my church family praising God and sing hymns of glory and honor to Him who shed His precious blood for me...The choice seems so easy...

I know God sees my priorities as right.

Wednesday, October 24

A dream...

Monday, I told a parable or analogy. I am not one to just sit on something. I am a doer, not just a hearer. Maybe I am crazy, but here is what I did yesterday in regards to my parable. I called almost everyone in my church and asked them if they would like to be part of "my anonomous poll." I asked if they felt the church was divided and they all said "yes." (I only called people who I kinew would say "yes" so as not to cause problems for those who would say "no") So then I said for them to think of that division as a wall and to give me two ways the wall is being built. They told me two (or more) ways other people were building the wall. I did my best to council them in their reasons. Talking about how our attitudes are sometimes a hinderance in these sort of situations and blah blah blah...Then, a little bit later said "oh, I forgot the last question!"

" Tell me one way you are building the wall."

Most said, "I'm not"
The answers did not surprise me. But one person said, "what?" So I repeated the question. "I am not building teh wall, I am merely maintaining it. Is that an acceptable answer?" I replied, "I can't say it was acceptable, but it was definitly expected."

Out of all the people I asked only one, other than myself, gave me a way they were building the wall, and one called back an hour later to change his response from "I'm not building it," to something else. Then I had to add a new question, becasue of the lack of taking responsibility for the wall...I asked, "What is one way you are trying to tear down the wall?"

One person asked me, "Are you doing this just to get us to think?"
I don't think I was. I really planned to give the list to the people on the other side of the fence. (During my poll, I shared why the other side felt the wall was there. That's kind of where I got the idea for a poll) I must say I have learned through this who's hearts are harder to reach and who's still seem pliable. I still have a few more to call.

Today, a close friend of mine came up with a great idea. She said we should give people pieces of paper to write one thing they are thankful for or appreciate in each person in the church. Then we would compile books for each person and share them at the yearly Thanksgiving dinner. I really liked her idea. As I've went doing my thing it felt so negative and gloomy but her idea is so much more positive. She said she came up with it while she was coming up with her answers to my poll. That after coming up with the negative answers, she made a list of the positives and it made her see the other side of the fence in a much better light!

We are all part of the body and God put us where we are so we can bring something positive to the other people. And while I do not know what I bring, I sure hope I bring something and if I don't, I have some serious spiritual issues, I think. I really feel that God is going to work this out.

Martin Luther had a dream of unity and so do I!

Monday, October 22

Walls come tumbling down with God's help...

I don't think I've ever really talked about my church. It almost seems wrong to just call it my church. Afterall, it is my family. It is a small group, and I would say an overall tight knit group. I love these people. They all have a heart for the Lord. They all are the most faithful people I know in the world. Most are so much more faithful that me. They are my Pauls. (Paul always said his sheep were to be examples of him as he was of Christ)

But to be honest, it seems the grip to one another is loosening. And I suppose that is inevitable in any active church. Some move along the paths while others prefer to hang out where they are. And Satan only messes with the faithful. The unfaithful are of no harm to him...

Here is my parable...

At this moment I see my church as having a fence. Some on one side and some on the other. The details of why the fence has been built is of no concern. The point is that the fence is there. I feel like I am sitting atop the fence. Some days I lean to one side and other days I lean to the other but then there are days I feel I am pulled to other. I know one side of the fence is moving ahead, pushing themselves to do better, but I also see the other side doing the same, just not at the same level as the other side of the fence. Both sides are alive. It's not like one is sitting on dead grass--although, I do see one side as greener than the other...Both sides are building the fence between them higher and higher and of course both sides claim the other side is building it higher and not them.

And me...I just want to blow up the stupid fence. I HATE the fence. I mean, why does there have to be a fence and seeing as there is one, why can't I just happily sit atop the fence!! Why do I feel that the fence needs to go? And why can't someone else be the one to even deal with the fence! I HATE the fence...

I doubt I am making any sense to anyone. It doesn't matter. I feel better telling my parables!

I must say though, that today a small piece of the fence was knocked down...well, maybe a better way to put it is that I am not on the fence by myself anymore. There is someone I care about a lot sitting there with me. I am thinking that for now I am going to stay sitting atop that fence and hope that I can pull the others over the fence so we can all knock it down together! I don't know what else to do. I suppsoe I could just hop the fence...but I love them and don't feel right just leaving them behind...but if they don't want to hop the fence or bust it down, what option do I have?

I feel very torn...

Wednesday, October 17


I love these sort of emails...a friend sent it to me and I want to share...

Pardon the interruption, Lord, but I have a question...

Being omnipotent and all powerful as You are, able to make impenetrable mountains and raging seas, umm...can You please explain why You made me so weak and faulty?
I try so hard to be good, and yet I make so many mistakes and fail for all the world to see. And the inside is even a bigger mess than the outside.
I am as weak-- as dust scattered in the wind, as needy as a newborn.

Any chance for a recall?”

You want to question My design?”

“Uh, that’s not what I meant…”

“You are exactly the way I made you to be. The earth and the sea have no need for Me. Yes, you are fragile in comparison, but you have something they don’t. You have a need for My grace and Mercy. It’s a need that you fight now and then; yet it is one that you can not avoid. Yes, you are as weak as dust, but I made you that way so that you would need Me. "

“But look at this dust all around me. I can’t clean it up…”

“I know. Do I look worried? I have the only broom you’ll ever need.”

"Are You sure? I’m a big mess.”

“I have a big broom.”

Wow, God is so good to me...

I have a tendency to look at my life and think I am spoiled. I don't think that people on the outside looking into my life would agree, though. Maybe they would. I don't know, nor does it matter.
As a little girl, I think I always dreamed of the white picket fence--doesn't every girl? And I have one. Although its paint is chipping and in most cases rotting and falling over... BUT I have a white picket fence!
Then, when I got to be in my teens, the movie Pretty Woman came out with Julia Roberts. Gee, I loved that movie! I always dreamed of my knight in a tux and limo! Well, no tux, no limo, but I did get the knight! I am so blessed.
Then, I got some blessing in disguise. To be honest, I never wanted kids--mine were not planned and well, I was so selfish, I just didn't want them. Then I got saved (spoiled again) and suddenly my children were precious to me. Two little faces I can't help but smother in love.
Also, as a younger than I am now adult, my friends were few and I really never believed they were my friends. I always felt they were my friend becasue I was the one with a car, or the house, or the beer, or the whatever and NOT becasue they actually wanted to be my friend. Since understanding salvation and finding a fellowship of true believers I have so many friends that are real! I know they are real too, becasue they don't just tell me what I want to hear but also the yucky stuff I need to hear-- like the verse that says faithful are the wounds of a friend.
I appreciate the wounds from my friends, when they have motives to help me in my spiritual walk. I never had that before. Like with my kids, I discipline them becasue I love them, if I didn't, I'd let them do whatever they want when ever they want to do whatever it is. I am so spoiled. So blessed.
Last night we ate leftovers--blessed with the abundance to have the same meal twice! I have clean water. I have warm blankets at night, and more shoes than I could ever need. I have strangers who pick up my garbage every week that it doesn't pile up in my yard. Too many clothes too. Spoiled. I am just so spoiled.

Saturday, October 13

Thinking of Breakfast in Bed

Yes, I still feel miserable. I started to do the cough till your chest hurts (all night)...not fun.

Last night as I was sitting on the couch with the latest edition of Real Simple magazine, my daughter started asking me questions.

"Mom, if you could have oatmeal or cereal for breakfast, which would you have?"
"What's your favorite tea? English toffee, apple cinnamon, eggnog, or Healthy tea?"
"Do you like you toast light, medium or dark brown?"
"If you were to sleep in, when would you want to get up?" (this one threw me off a bit!)
And, "Do you like orange juice with your breakfast?"

I answered all the questions and needless to say, I kind of figured out what was going on here. Becasue I am so sick, she was going to make me breakfast in bed.

So, at 6am or so, I heard her alarm clock go off, her get out of bed to shut it off, and what I did not hear is her go downstairs to make breakfast! It was pretty cold in the house this morning.

Then, I got up eventually and went downstairs. I think it was around 8am.
I went into the bathroom to do the morning routine... I heard my lovelies outside the door. I mentioned, while in the bathroom, that with all the questions last night I thought maybe someone was going to make me breakfast...Like, ok, you still can... Then I heard outside the door the conversation between the kids.

Colton said "Amanda, you were supposed to get up early!!"
"My alarm never went off!"
This is all so funny if you were there...
When I got out, I said, "your alarm did go off and you turned it off" She shrunk back knowing she just fibbed to her brother...So Colton looks at me, seemingly irrated with me and says "And YOU were supposed to sleep in!!"
It was so funny! She made me breakfast afterall, just not in bed, like she meant to! And I love her just the same!

Wednesday, October 10

Live out loud...

I read on a blog about someone going to a game show to be a contestant and then was also discussing with someone else the need to talk about Christ and this song came to my head.

While it's not very deep, it is good in the sense that we have been given so much when Christ paid for our sins and while we don't have to speak of Him or even act like Him to go to heaven, when you see yourself as the wretch God sees you as, it's almost like you just can't help yourself. Your soul overflows (*wink* to Jessie) with the desire to tell everyone about God's awesome power of forgiveness.

Sometimes, when we go witnessing and someone says, "well you can't just live however you want" I will hand them a booklet (on not losing you salvation usually) and ask, "when is this yours?" A lot of times, they say, "now" and I have to say "no, I'm holding it out for you, but when is it actually yours?"
It's like a light bulb goes on and they emphatically say "When I take it!!"

Now, after accepting the gift of Christ paying for your sins, there is a choice to be made (day by day, minute by minute). You can take that gift and stuff it in your pocket, keeping it all to yourself. No one needs to know you have it or you can shout from the rooftops and tell everyone! (much better choice!)

Then, when you get picked on for it, you make the choice again, to stuff it away or continue shouting--no matter what, you still have the gift because you didn't do anything to keep it.

Some people may say here that they can give it back...Besides that being dumb--(giving back a free ticket out of hell??) It's impossible to unbelieve. I believe or know that 2+2=4, you could never convince me it is 5 and the sky-- it's blue, not green. And Christ, He paid for all and all is all and free is free.

I know this. I don't hope it; I know it.

Usually, a person who believes they can unbelieve is actually trusting in their works to go to heaven rather than God's payment on the cross. Satan is a tricky little guy...And how does a person give the gift back, you may ask? The person who believes this will say "by going back to living like the world." Works to stay saved.

Wow, I got a little sidetracked there, eh?

Here's the song!

Is this ok?

I saw on the news that a family homeschools their boys and has them take paparazzi pictures. The kids want to take the pictures to be close to the stars, girls and make money. (The dad drives them around in his Porshe). They "do school" two days a week. In one breathe I want to say it's good. The boys are learning business. But they aren't, are they? They are learning that money and these famous people are what the world revolves around and to me, they are feeding the beast. And the parents, are enjoying the money as well. I don't know, I have mixed feelings on this.

Then another family homeschools their twin boys and has them engulfed in skateboarding. The boys skate all day every day just about and they have 78 skateboards given to them from manufacturers. I guess if their board gets old, they can just call the manufacturer for a new one and they just ship it off to them. And they make money every time they get media attention.

I see this as exploitation of your kids. It seems wrong to me. You can't tell me that those kids know the capitals of the states, the Bill of Rights (maybe to keep them from being arrested in the case of the papparazzi kids) or Algebra...Don't get me wrong, I think that this would be ok as long as the kids put their school first. Esspecially with the skateboarders. But they won't always be champion skateboarders. I suppose with the papparazzi kids, there'll always be "stars" and as the nation falls deeper and deeper into sin, the people will just want more dirt on those stars to make themselves feel better about their empty life without Christ. Sad world we live in...


I think I will start today with some thoughts on forgiveness. I often am on the giving end when it comes to my stressed out hubby. He has a lot on his plate and being his wife, he feels much more relaxed around me than others so I tend to be his scapegoat. I get an apology for him being crabby to me and then 10 minutes later, I feel I should be getting another one, if you know what I mean. And sometimes I feel his apologies are not sincere because of that. But, 7 times 70 is how many times I am to forgive him according to God. He is such a good man. To be honest, in most cases I have aleady forgiven him before he has ever actually asked for the forgiveness.

Tuesday, October 9

I will still be thankful...

Good Morning God!
Good morning World!!

Yesterday, I was overtaken by a cold. Or maybe a sinus infection. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Very quickly.
Ever since those antibiotics, nothing in my body seems the same. There are some things that seem better, though. Like I have endometriosis-- that feels the same I think, but I also have IBS and that seems worse.

Sometimes I wonder if the IBS is actually an overgrowth of yeast in my intestines. I still think that and that would explain too, why the symptoms seem worse since all the antibiotics. Because before the antibiotics my body was finally feeling normal again and now I feel like I did 7 years ago when I spent all that time in the hospitals having tests to find out why I was in pain all the time. Because now the bad bacteria is winning over the good. It probably took 5 years before there was enough good bacteria to win over the bad and make me feel decent. The only good thing is that when I was in pain, I lost a lot of weight!! *giggles* That's my way of looking at it from the greener side of the fence! I t also makes me remember how healthy I have been and still how healthy I am compared to a lot of people who don't have it nearly as good as I do!

On a completely different note, my siding still isn't done! I am trying to be patient but this seems really ridiculous!
Oh, and the one guy is kind of freaking me out a little bit! Maybe I am getting bothered by nothing. Well, the guys never come in my house, they go to the basement to get their tools but never into my house. But the other day there was some problems with the outlet they were plugging into for power that I moved it into the kitchen so the one guy, Geno, had to come int he house to plug in--no biggie. He kind of stood there a moment, with a little small talk and then went out.

Yesterday, I didn't have school because of all the banging so I was researching this crazy religious organization on the computer and after staring at the screen reading so long, my eyes were kind of buggy, so I put my head in my arm to rest them just for a second. When I looked up, Geno was hovering over me, bent over me staring at the computer screen, and asks, "whatcha doin'?" My thoughts were, none of your business, go do my siding! But I said I was studying this religion and that my eyes were bothering me, so he said I should take a break. And that he was going to lunch, asking me to watch their tools. Fine, a little odd, but fine.

Then, I left to get away from the pounding--went to Goodwill. When I got home, they were gone. It had rained for 10 minutes so they packed it up and left. Whatever! urg.. Anyway, I had unpacked my bags and my phone rings. Not recognizing the number, I said "hello?" He says "This is Geno, who is this?" I said "Becca?" like why are you calling me?? So he asks me "How did your number get into my phone?" I said "Gee, I don't know, I've never called you.." So he started saying something about how he had just woke up and f- this and f- that and my f-in number was in his phone (he's not mad here, just can't come up with a more intelligent adjective here, I guess that the f- word) Then he says "Where'd you go?" "Umm...Goodwill?" I am wondering why he is asking me..."Find any deals?" he asks..."Yes, I did, some clothes for my son" (and an awesome rug for $15, but I didn't tell him that!) I am still wondering why he is asking me all these questions...Then I piped up, "I know how my # got in your phone! The first day you were supposed to come Duane gave you guys my number to let me know when you'd be here...although you never came nor did you call" (this was a mild rebuke for their being inconsiderate that first day by not calling) He didn't catch it, though. "So, okay, have a nice night...c-ya tomorrow" "Oh, ok, yeah, c-ya" I immediately got up and locked the front door.

So, is it me? Or is it a little weird?? Maybe he's just nice...Trying to be congenial?

Monday, October 8 eat or not to eat...

Good morning God!
Good morning, world!

I know I am supposed to eat breakfast. After all, it is the most important meal of the day. But I have very poor habits. I rarely eat breakfast. I rarely eat lunch. For me, I usually only eat dinner and it is way too late at night. The earliest being around 6pm and the latest has been 11pm. I am always bothered by my lack of discipline in this area of my life.

I have many excuses why to not eat breakfast. I don't like cereals--too sweet and I don't have time to cook a real breakfast. And milk gives me a sour stomach first thing in the morning. Granola bars aren't really ideal for breakfast either, but that's about the best I do (mint Caribou Coffee ones--yum). I thought to myself, if I am going to force myself to eat this dreaded meal, it should at the very least be healthy! So, a couple months ago, I bought some Kasha. I read on the box that it was tasty and good for me. Needless to say, the box lied. It tasted like cardboard. I added raisins. I added almonds. I dumped in sugar. That cereal was beyond being salvaged. I threw the bowl of cereal away and kept the box for about a month before I finally gave in and threw it away as well. $4 down the drain...

Then I read on a blog about Grits and how good they were. I'd never had them. Didn't even know what they were. But the day after reading that blog, I was in line at the store and the lady ahead of me had a package of grits. She was rather thin so I rationalized in my head she had to be thin because she ate grits! lol And I ran to buy some! Only $1.50 a box.

I got them home and my husband gave me his goofy look of what in the world are you eating now?... I like hominy, and grits are hominy so of course I will like them! Well, I added bacon, butter, salt, and to be honest, the flavor wasn't improving. To teach my children not to waste. I forced myself to finish the bowl . I finished it by around 2 that afternoon. Ah, but I did finish it. And I guess another positive was that I ate lunch that day as well! lol (these are still in my cupboard...)

Yesterday, I went to Sam's Club (I love Sam's) and I found a box of this hot cereal. It was an attractive box, in that it looked healthy. As if a box can look healthy. But it did. There was not a price sign above it so I was hesitant to buy it not knowing if it would break my bank or not. It is called Quaker Simple Harvest Instant Multi grain Cereal. Again, I am so picky! But let me tell you, at only 160 calories , 25 from is yummy! I only had the Vanilla, Almond and honey flavor. ( 9 grams of sugar which is a titch high, but who cares if it gets me to eat breakfast!) Listen to these ingredients: whole grain rolled oats, whole grain rolled wheat, rolled barley, whole grain rolled rye, sugar, almonds, whole flax seed, oat flour, natural flavors, salt and molasses. I can pronounce ALL the ingredients!!

I still don't know what I paid for the box, but I just don't care. It's worth every penny!

Friday, October 5

Look at this!

This is my daughter's drawing! She's 11 and I think she has the gift of art. She made a multi layered border out of construction paper (I think we need to work on cutting
Now what are some ways she could use this talent to benefit God?? Any ideas?

Wednesday, October 3

Thoughts for today...

We've been reading Thessalonians. I really appreciate how God was so pleased with what they were doing as a church. But one thing that stands out is that Paul said to them, "although you are doing well, STILL EXCEL MORE"

That is what we need to always do as well. Obviously, not to go to heaven but becasue if we love God as we claim to, His commandments should not be burdensome to us. That means *all* of them, not just the ones we want to obey. We need to also remember to have joy in all the trials God puts us through. That it is His way of molding us and making us stronger disciples.

I always have to take a look at myself through God's eyes. I need to look at myself and my sin through His holiness (sprinkled with His mercy *wink*) to get an honest idea of where I need fixin'. It sounds like such and easy thing to do, but for me, my pride can stand in the way of my honesty...

Tuesday, October 2

Some old pictures...


I shuddered at the thought of witnessing the first few times I did it! I always chuckle when someone says I am bold. I suppose I am, only because sometimes people don't like me--I call it not "being chicken (aka-biblical definition is probably "ashamed" *wink*)" and sharing the love that was once shared with me!

And when you think about all the things that the apostles and the Christians during the Inquisitions went through...I mean, the way things are going, we might get arrested for talking about God publicly, but as of right now, there isn't any fear of torture. The worst that has happened to me was I was spit on. That is nothing compared to Christ having his beard ripped out, being punched beyond recognition, and THEN being spit on. I was just spit on.

For me too, I see my sister-in-law with cancer, only having one leg left, standing on a corner with her walker handing out tracts. If it's too windy, she can't do it because the wind will blow her over---seriously. I see it as shame on us if we don't. And God sees it that way too. I think it's in Ez. where it says that if we don't share with people their blood is on our hands. Can you imagine if God were to have you actually push every person you had opportunity to witness to but didn't, in to that Lake of Fire??? Can you imagine? *sigh*

So, for me, to witness, it's a breeze! And when a question gets asked I don't know how to answer, I go home and find the answer in my Bible! Either the word benefits them, me or both of us, depending on the open-ness of the spirits, I guess.

Just think, every person around you, if they do not know what Christ paid for their sins--ALL of them (can't lose your salvation) they will die most thinking they have a Savior, but in their minds, Christ paid for only SOME of their sins and therefore, according to the Bible, will have to go to hell to pay for the ones that they believe Christ didn't die for. Satan is so crafty...

We aren't raptured immediately after accepting the gift because God has work for us to do here. And that work is to share His gift with other people. My husband says God gave him a precious jewel that he is privileged to carry in the garbage can of his human sinful flesh.

So, now are you all fired up with the zeal of the apostles to go out and share with somebody??? Well, then JUST DO IT!

Daniel 12:3 " Those who have insight will shine brightly like the brightness of the expanse of heaven and those who lead the many to righteousness like the stars forever and ever."

(I want to be like a flood light when I get to heaven, not just a 15watt bulb!)

I must be a whimp...

I broke down last night. I got up at midnight to go to the bathroom and was awake for 2 hours in pain before I went to the urgent care to be treated for a UTI. I had been drowning myself with cranberry juice to no avail. Last night the pain was unbearable. I gave in.

I actually feel like a failure. I was so adamant I wouldn't go in, that I would take the slower, natural route. Without a 4th round of antibiotics. *sigh* Gotta do whatcha gotta do. I had to go to an urgent care regardless, because without insurance, no doctor will see me here--even if I pay up front. But the urgent care is so expensive...

The antibiotics they gave me are supposedly only for treating the problem and aren't a broad spectrum type that penicillin and the clamyicin was. Guess I'll be good as new in 3 days. And it was cystisis (bladder infection), not a step worse is a kidney infection. And they are so very painful so I am really glad I went in, I think.

I know that my sister-in-law will be disappointed in least I feel like she will be. She has the will-power of champions and has fought through years of cancer and I gave in to my minor ailment. I am going to continue the treatments of the probiotics she recommended and still drink cranberry juice. As a preventative measure. I also have not had sugar in 3 days. All those foods in the cupboards with sugars in them, I have bypassed (except maybe a eensy weensy snitch here or there...)

So, I am on the way to having a healthy body. MAybe with cutting out the sugars I'll see those 130's on the scale again?? *giggles*


The Maker of all human beings is recalling all units manufactured, regardless of make or year, due to a serious defect in the primary and central component of the heart. This is due to a malfunction in the original prototype units code named Adam and Eve, resulting in the reproduction of the same defect in all subsequent units. This defect has been technically termed "Subsequential Internal Non-Morality," or more commonly known as S.I.N., as it is primarily expressed.

Some other symptoms include:
1. Loss of direction

2. Foul vocal emissions

3. Amnesia of origin

4. Lack of peace and joy

5. Selfish or violent behavior

6. Depression or confusion in the mental Component

7. Fearfulness

8. Idolatry

9. Rebellion

The Manufacturer, who is neither liable nor at fault for this defect, is providing factory-authorized repair and service free of charge to correct this SIN defect. The Repair Technician, Jesus, has most generously offered to bear the entire burden of the staggering cost of these repairs. There is no additional fee required.

The number to call for repair in all areas is:

Once connected, please upload your burden of SIN through the REPENTANCE procedure. Next, download ATONEMENT from the Repair Technician, Jesus, into the heart component.

No matter how big or small the SIN defect is, Jesus will replace it with:
1. Love
2. Joy
3. Peace
4. Patience
5. Kindness
6. Goodness
7. Faithfulness
8. Gentleness
9. Self control

Please see the operating manual, the B.I.B.L.E. (Believers' Instructions Before Leaving Earth) for further details on the use of these fixes.

WARNING: Continuing to operate the human being unit without correction voids any manufacturer warranties, exposing the unit to dangers and problems too numerous to list and will result in the human unit being permanently impounded.

DANGER: The human being units not responding to this recall action will have to be scrapped in the furnace. The SIN defect will not be permitted to enter Heaven so as to prevent contamination of that facility.

Thank you for your attention!

Please assist where possible by notifying others of this important recall notice, and you may contact the Father any time by "kneemail".