I owe my success and wealth to God’s mercy and endless blessings. I believe it is important to be in His word each and everyday. To encourage others to read the Bile I will be posting daily verses along with excerpts. Join me in the study of the Bible.
As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him: Colossians 2:1-11 KJV
1 For I would that ye knew what great conflict I have for you, and for them at Laodicea, and for as many as have not seen my face in the flesh;
2 That their hearts might be comforted, being knit together in love, and unto all riches of the full assurance of understanding, to the acknowledgement of the mystery of God, and of the Father, and of Christ;
3 In whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.
4 And this I say, lest any man should beguile you with enticing words.
5 For though I be absent in the flesh, yet am I with you in the spirit, joying and beholding your order, and the stedfastness of your faith in Christ.
6 As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him:
7 Rooted and built up in him, and stablished in the faith, as ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving.
8 Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.
9 For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
10 And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power:
11 In whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made without hands, in putting off the body of the sins of the flesh by the circumcision of Christ:
The video below covers the verses above. I enjoy watching pastor Arnold despite the age of the video. He always reads the Bible verse by verse and provides a deeper understanding of the Bible.
This prompt reminded me of a previous letter I wrote and published.
The echoes of my inner child reverberate through my soul. Her story is etched into my bones. Tucked away and out of sight but proof of distant days. A memory long since forgotten, yet fragments of essence remain. Tiny pieces of who I once was entwined into what I am today. I close my eyes and there she stands just before me. Mentally I take note of her features and write her a letter, It reads:
Dear little girl that whispers in my head, I have never seen snow white hair and big blue eyes quite like yours. It appears to be the whitest of whites and bluest of blues. Your tiny ears and button nose are mirrored on our daughters. It is funny how I can see pieces of you in their reflection. Your big bright smile that demands attention and spreads infectiously. Your deformed toes that most would never know are not quite perfect. You carry around a heart so big it could contain the whole universe. A heart so pure that always has good intentions.
I love your innocence that you feel is stolen. I love your caring and nurturing nature, always happy to help and eager to please. I admire how you plan ahead and are always preparing. I adore the way you are so empathetic and put everyone’s needs ahead of your own. I have great regard for your unwillingness to give up and seeing the best in people first. That is an attribute that seems lacking in others today.
I cherish your tendency to use people’s favorite color as a way to honor them, our daughter does the same thing. I adore your imagination and how it takes you to new places. I love that you can get lost in a book and transport yourself into a story. Books always make better friends anyhow. They are always close and willing to listen, They never complain or judge harshly.
My favorite thing about you is that you enjoy writing. Such a simple pleasure but one that is conveniently enjoyed. It is by far the easiest and most doable hobby as a mother. I would be lost without it. Although it does seem meaningless at times. Nothing more than something to pass the time, like watching a movie or enjoying a sunset. On the other hand what would life be if we didn’t take time to enjoy little moments like these? Dull and boring I suppose.
This letter is a forever reminder you are a sweet, lovable and a good little girl. Never see yourself as inferior because you are more than enough, even if you don’t feel like it. I love you just the way you are and are so proud of you. Every day remember who comes first. Never quit dreaming and believing in yourself, everything else will fall into place.
Every person has one, no matter their social status. Some will say a certain animal or heights or maybe the dark. Others will insist they don’t have one, unable to admit it even to themselves. Me, I have many fears, but only one that rattles my soul when I think about it. I am terrified of failing as a mother.
I have three children, therefore I have three little humans counting on me to do my job correctly. Failing as a mother could lead to countless negative consequences all throughout their lives. Every choice I make, in every single moment, has an impact on their future and future generations. How do I know when enough is enough?
I homeschool my children. I have been exploring homeopathic medicines. I strive to prepare well rounded meals. I try to live a healthy and natural lifestyle. Despite all these efforts, at the end of the day I replay the events in my mind. I should have done this, I could have done that. My overactive imagination critiques every decision made. I should have spent more time explaining something. I should have taken the time to read another story. I should have put more limits on screen time. The never ending list puts on a show before me highlighting my shortcomings.
I fight these thoughts of inadequacy knowing that I am harder on myself than I should be. I know that each and everyday I pour my heart into my children, striving to be and do the best I can. Some days I fall short and others I miss the mark by a mile. But most importantly every day I am there, showing up and being a parent. I don’t know what the future will bring but I know one thing for certain. My kids will always be my greatest accomplishments.
To all the parents who show up each and everyday without fail, you are doing a great job. Raising children is rough and by far the most challenging and complex job in the world. Don’t take it lightly, our actions today shape habits for tomorrow.
Ariana shivers at the unusual sight before her. She backs out of the room, hoping the one she is looking for lies behind the next door. Her trembling hands make it impossible to lock the door. She fumbles with the key until the smooth metal finish slips between her fingers. She tries desperately to catch it before it contacts the wood floor. As a last ditch effort, she shifts her foot forward, intending for it to land on her shoe. Instead, her noble efforts result in her kicking the key. Bang, bang, bang. The sound of the key is like explosions in the silent house.
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Sally and Bob were a typical American family, four kids and a dog, with a two-story house and a white picket fence. They were the picture perfect example of the American dream. One evening, Bob noticed that Sally had been under the weather lately and decided to treat her with a special surprise. “Maybe a day trip to the beach will show her how much I appreciate her and give her a break from the mundane household chores.” He thought. He brought the idea to Sally, who smiled and quietly agreed. She drained the water from the sink and pushed the dishes aside until another time. Bob was proud of himself for noticing his wife’s unspoken need. Meanwhile, Sally hurried away to prepare for the unexpected change of plans. She began by searching for each child’s swim wear, finding them all in odd locations. Joe’s was in the kitchen. Sarah’s was in her toy box. Jack’s swimsuit was under the couch, and Sue’s was stuffed in her snow boot. She counted each one as a small victory and then moved on to assembling outfits to change into after swimming. After that, she packed lunch meat sandwiches, snacks and cold water to be consumed at the beach. In a large bag, she placed beach towels, sunscreen, water shoes, sun hats, sand toys and water blasters. After packing and preparing everything, she dressed each child, fed them breakfast, and fed the dog. Sally then summoned Bob, who packed the beach goings into the car and secured that house while Sally ushered the children to their seats. Exhausted, Sally slumped into the passenger seat and mentally prepared for the surprise adventure ahead. At the beach Bob relaxed in the sand and soaked up the sun while Sally built sand castles with the children. He was certain she would be happier and more like herself tomorrow. The day had been an easy going, family fun filled day, just as he had hoped. Once again, Bob applauded himself for being so insightful and attentive. He watched his family with admiration and reflected on the wonderful wife and mother Sally was. At the end of the day, Sally crawled into bed with one thought on her mind. “I am so tired. It would be amazing to have just one day that I don’t have to clean something, cook something or plan something. Just 24 hours to do absolutely nothing. In fact, one day where I didn’t have to make any decisions sounds wonderful.” Drained, she quickly slipped into the world of dreams. The following morning, Sally opened her eyes and instantly recalled a problem that needed a solution. Bob’s birthday was in two weeks and she struggled to come up with a viable gift idea, and time was running out. She felt it should be special and memorable because this year was the big 4-0. She wanted it to be an undoubtable declaration of her love and appreciation. Her husband was not perfect in any manner of the word, but she loved him nonetheless. She also believed everyone deserved to feel special on their birthday. After much thought, an idea hatched in her head. Skydiving! He had mentioned once that it would be cool to jump from a plane. Excitement and relief stirred inside of her as she used her phone to search for local businesses. Within minutes, she found a listing, some 40 miles away. Immediately, Sally called and booked an appointment for the next weekend. With a huge weight off her chest and a lingering secret in the air, she returned her attention to the million other things that demanded her attention. Bob was certain Sally had noticed the color drain from his face when she mentioned skydiving. However, her bouncing enthusiasm would suggest otherwise. Sure, he has mentioned once that skydiving would be fun, but that was in theory. He never dreamed he would actually do it. He had flown a few times, but jumping out of a plane was a whole nother story. He should have told Sally about his crimping fear of heights, but certain embarrassment always stopped him. What was he to do? He couldn’t tell her now and disappointed her, especially since she had already bought the ticket. “One would think being married to someone for ten years they would have a better idea of what their spouse would like.” He thought. With no other option before him, Bob plastered a smile on his face and thanked Sally for the thoughtful gift. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Sally handed over the ticket, along with one more present. Inside the beautifully wrapped gift box was a GoPro. Now he could record his experience and bring it home for the family to watch. Bob drove to the airport white knuckled and nauseated. He prayed the entire way, begging God to intervene in some way. First, he prayed for rain, surely they won’t continue in the rain. Then, he prayed his vehicle would have a mechanical failure. He prayed for the instructor to be stricken with diarrhea, and the pilot to have eaten a bad lunch. Nothing too serious, of course, just bad enough to prevent him from getting on that plane. Despite his desperate pleas, he pulled into the airfield and saw that the plane was parked and ready to go. Bob felt his knee knocking and hands shaking as he climbed aboard the aircraft. The instructor gave a brief demonstration while he strapped Bob into the parachute. He tried to listen, but his throbbing heart sounded over the man’s words. One by one, the other participants jumped from the plane. With no other place to go, the instructor pulled Bob’s arm, directing him to the gaping hole in the side of the plane. Bob started to retreat back into the belly, but the man forced him out and into a free fall. Bob cursed his wife all the way to the ground for such a despicable gift. “Never again!” he shouted as he shimmied out of the harness. He smashed the GoPro on the ground and vowed to say it was damaged during all the excitement. Later that night, Bob recapped the day’s events for his family. Everyone listened eagerly as he retold a braver, more manly happenings of events. Sally was disappointed to hear about the GoPro but was pleased that Bob had a good time. She marked it off as another successful birthday. Over dinner, she spoke to Bob about a new member of the church. She was a young girl with a baby on the way. The father was present, but the couple was struggling to make ends meet while preparing for a baby. Sally offered that maybe the young man could come work for Bob around the house to earn some extra money. Bob agreed that he could use an extra set of hands. The next day, a young man showed up at the house and Bob put him to work. The entire house had a complete makeover by the end of the week. Bob was grateful for all the help, but another cash payment would be tough. The bills piled up quickly with four kids and they didn’t have a lot to spare. Regardless, He knew that if he had to do the work alone it would have taken him months, if not longer. When the young man mentioned his engine blew on the way to work that day, Bob had the perfect solution. He had an old S10 that still ran well just sitting in his barn. It would be several more years before his kids were old enough to drive, it would be nothing for Bob to give him it to him. He hardly drove it anyway, just the occasional trip to the fishing hole and back. Bob handed him the keys and explained it was compensation for the work done that day and an advancement for another week. He watched as the boy drove away, smiling ear to ear. The young man returned home and told the young lady about the broken car and receiving the truck. Worry and relief showed on her face as he told the story. She was so happy to have a vehicle so she could get to her appointments and her husband could make it to work. It was a small truck, but enough for her small family, it appeared. With her due date quickly approaching, she urged her husband to get the car seat strapped in and ready to go. Unfamiliar with the proper way to strap a car seat in, he looked to the owner’s manual for guidance. The article provided in the manual made it clear not to put a rear-facing car seat in the front. However, the only seat in the back was a small pull down seat that sat sideways, which was also not suitable for a rear-facing car seat either. “So, where does that leave us?” The young girl asks. “That leaves us with a vehicle that is not safe to haul an infant. Our only option is to sell it and hope we can find another one.” He answered. Her excitement dwindled as she wondered how to deal with the new dilemma. “I am sure Bob meant well. He must not know a rear-facing car seat can not be installed in this type of vehicle.” The man explained. “Doesn’t Bob have children?” She asked. ” Yes, four. We will figure out something, dear, I am sure.” The young man offers. A few months later, Bob had all but forgotten about the terrible skydiving gift. He mindlessly scrolled Facebook until a listing for a Harley Davidson caught his attention. His father often said that one day he would own a Harley. It had been his lifelong dream. Bob thought back to all the sacrifices his father made being a single parent. Uncountable times his father put his needs before his own. He deserved to have at least one of his dreams come true. Bob was grateful to have such a selfless father, a trait he could relate to now that he was also a father. Pride swelled in his chest as he discussed when and where to meet with the owner of the motorcycle. One look and Bob knew he had to have it. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. After exchanging assets, Bob loaded the Harley onto his truck and drove home. Excitement bubbled inside him at the thought of how his father would react. A short time later, Bob parked the motorcycle in his father’s driveway and called him to come out, he had a surprise. About ten minutes later, his father appeared in the doorway. Carefully, he maneuvered his walker down the ramp and across the driveway. In contrast to his body, his face and eyes lit up with vigor and youth. Tears welled in his eyes while his trembling fingers glided along the smooth, cool metal. Bob helped his father climb onto the bike and steadied it with a hand on the rear. Bob choked back the tears as a harsh reality set in. Regardless of his intended purpose, his father was too old to start riding a Harley. Bob apologized, but his father smiled even bigger. “Sure, it would have been great to have this 20 years ago, but thanks, son. It means the world to me.” That evening, Bob reflected on everything that had happened. He thought about how hard he tried to show his father his gratitude, but still managed to come up short. He had been looking at it all wrong. In fact, all he accomplished was reminding his father of his failing body and the bitter end that was soon to come. Then Bob remembered the horrid skydiving adventure. For the first time, it dawned on him how hard Sally had probably worked on that surprise. He was positive that, just like him, she had the best of intentions. But sometimes best intentions are not enough. Sometimes they do more harm than good. It required a certain level of maturity to master the slippery slope of gratitude, one that Bob had unquestionably lacked. Another reality check came to light when he recalled the beach trip. Guilt and condemnation rattled his body. He rushed to Sally and quickly explained his epiphany. Bob apologized for his lack of understanding and compassion. He urged his wife to forgive him and allow him an opportunity to show her how much she is loved and appreciated. Soon after, he called his father and expressed his new understanding. “What would make you happy, pops?” “I just want a day with you along the river like we used to do when you were a boy. Just two men fishing and watching the water go by.” “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, Pops.’
Aluminum foil. aluminum foil is not made from 100% illuminum. It is made from aluminum alloys which contain trace elements of nickel iron and silicone. It starts out in aluminum ingots called pigs. Next, it is rolled and pressed until it reaches the desired thickness. Then it is cut to the desired size specification. It was first produced in France in 1903 and is now a product that has reached every corner of the globe with the estimated consumption amount to be over 6 million tons annually.
Glass. Glass is a liquid, – almost. Glass cannot be classified as a solid nor a liquid. Instead it is called an amorphous solid. This means that it is missing the important ordered design of a solid but its structure is too rigid to be a liquid. Glass is made from silica or sand and colors are made by adding certain minerals to molten glass. For example, purple is created with magnesium and blue can be achieved with cobalt.
High heels. The popular primarily female footwear was originally made for the opposite sex. Yes indeed, they were invented by a man and for the needs of men. It is believed that long ago when sewer systems were non-existent and waste would run along the streets, these nifty shoes were used to keep your feet higher than the filth.
YKK zipper Everyone has something in their house that has a zipper on it. Whether it’s clothing, shoes, or bags we have all seen the YKK logo. What does it mean? The initials YKK stand for Yoshida Kōgyō Kabushiki gaisha (吉田工業株式会社, lit. “Yoshida Manufacturing Corporation”). It is the largest zipper manufacturer in the world.
Napkins. The first napkins were used by the Greek, it was a type of bread used to clean their fingers. The Romans frequently used two napkins, a smaller one and 6 inches and another about 18 inches. Both served different purposes and instilled different etiquettes. $964,450 is the highest price ever recorded being paid for a napkin.
Alarm Clocks Long ago before electricity was a common commodity, people would stick nails strategically into a candle for an alarm clock. As the candle burned, the wax melted and wound down to the nails. Each one would fall on the metal candle holder below, starling the person to awakeness. Other methods used in the past were window knockers. People would pay individuals to knock on their window or throw a pebble to wake them at certain times.
Toothbrush. The toothbrush we know today was invented in 1938. Archaeologists have found many different forms of toothbrushes around the world. Some were known to use animal hairs for bristles and bones for handles, others used frayed twigs and branches. Today most manufacturers use nylon bristles with 100s of different variations and options.
Salt. Salt has origins that can be traced back to the beginning of mankind. It has always held some kind of value throughout history and in every country in the world. It has been used as currency many times in human history and will continue to be important to everyday society. There are 13 different salts that are edible, each one offering a unique flavor and mineral content.
Pillow. Each person has their preference on the firmness of their pillow. Some like a firm hard pillow and some want a soft plush one. Regardless of the feel, all humans seem to find comfort in a pillow. Whether it’s the stone pillows from the elite of Egypt or the wooden Japanese pillows, they can be traced back to over 9000 years ago.
Mouthwash. The common household brand Listerine was originally invented to clean floors and as an antiseptic after surgery. The first patent for mouth wash was submitted in the 1800’s. Different versions of mouthwash can be traced back to ancient times. Several reliable texts document using things such as salt and vinegar, goats milk, and concoctions of different herbs.
The echoes of my inner child reverberate through my soul. Her story is etched into my bones. Tucked away and out of sight but proof of distant days. A memory long since forgotten, yet fragments of essence remain. Tiny pieces of who I once was entwined into what I am today. I close my eyes and there she stands just before me. Mentally I take note of her features and write her a letter, It reads:
Dear little girl that whispers in my head, I have never seen snow white hair and big blue eyes quite like yours. It appears to be the whitest of whites and bluest of blues. Your tiny ears and button nose are mirrored on our daughters. It is funny how I can see pieces of you in their reflection. Your big bright smile that demands attention and spreads infectiously. Your deformed toes that most would never know are not quite perfect. You carry around a heart so big it could contain the whole universe. A heart so pure that always has good intentions.
I love your innocence that you feel is stolen. I love your caring and nurturing nature, always happy to help and eager to please. I admire how you plan ahead and are always preparing. I adore the way you are so empathetic and put everyone’s needs ahead of your own. I have great regard for your unwillingness to give up and see the best in people first. That is an attribute that seems lacking in others today.
I cherish your tendency to use people’s favorite colors as a way to honor them, our daughter does the same thing. I adore your imagination and how it takes you to new places. I love that you can get lost in a book and transport yourself into a story. Books always make better friends anyhow. They are always close and willing to listen, They never complain or judge harshly.
My favorite thing about you is that you enjoy writing. Such a simple pleasure but one that is conveniently enjoyed. It is by far the easiest and most doable hobby as a mother. I would be lost without it. Although it does seem meaningless at times. Nothing more than something to pass the time, like watching a movie or enjoying a sunset. On the other hand what would life be if we didn’t take time to enjoy little moments like these? Dull and boring I suppose.
This letter is a forever reminder you are a sweet, lovable and a good little girl. Never see yourself as inferior because you are more than enough, even if you don’t feel like it. I love you just the way you are and are so proud of you. Every day remember who comes first. Never quit dreaming and believing in yourself, everything else will fall into place.
Forever Love, Your older self.
What would a letter to your younger self look like?
It is amazing the transformation a woman goes through during pregnancy. Each day upon waking she must adjust to a different weight, a bigger belly, a different walk and balance. Not once after she conceives will she wake up exactly the same as she was the day before.
She learns to live with new struggles like bouts of nausea and favorite foods turning repulsive. The harsh realizations of not being able to pick something off the floor, or a favorite outfit no longer fitting. New aches and pains from growing pressure from deep within. Unfamiliar worries and fears as thoughts of the future always play through her head.
Her entire body chemistry changes resulting in physical changes. These changes affect the organization and structural makeup of the brain, causing her to be more moody and forgetful. The changes affect her equilibrium, heart and liver function, blood flow and cardiovascular systems. Along with these chemical changes, physically, her organs are slowly displacing. Almost every organ shifts an astounding 45 degrees by the end of pregnancy.
Then after 9 months of continuous sacrifices of her body she endures the tremendous pain of childbirth. Her body opens up to an average of 13 inches as bones separate to make room for the infant to transverse the birth canal. It has been said that there is no true comparison to childbirth because in any other such instant the person would perish. It is God’s great design and the mother’s love and determination that brings the child into the world, and allows her to push past the breaking point.
In an instant, she is no longer pregnant. The kicks and pokes that she came to expect and count, ceases to exist. The belly that she was accustomed to accommodating is now gone. The only thing that has become familiar, now is absent. The essence of life inside of her is at once replaced with an unsettling void. Vacancy lies heavy in her belly as her mind scrambles to make sense of the tiny bundle before her. Love flows like a raging river but so does her hormones.
It takes a moment for the body to realize and adjust as vital organs shift back into their intended places. It takes even longer for the mind to catch up chemically. Once again every aspect of her internal working changes. From biological to sleep schedule, circulatory system to cardiovascular, all functions have to find a new rhythm to operate. All this is happening while her body uses every available resource to heal itself from inside out. During this time she is still expected to feed and nurture the newborn, which she does with joy and eagerness.
Oh how desperately awful that void can feel when it once was filled with such preciousness. How confusing all the happenings can appear when each day is a new and different challenge. Gone is the baby bump and what is left is a woman that is not the same as she was before and never will be again. It can not be expected of her to know how to act or what to do because she is a different person everyday. Each morning the face staring back in new.
So be patient with the new mothers, they are trying their best I am sure. Sometimes the whole story doesn’t show on the surface and things are harder than they seem. In-between wishing her blessings, remember to offer a helping hand. We should all be in this together as only mothers understand.