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Today, I woke up with a numb limb. I couldn’t feel a lot of my fingers. And my pinky felt dead.

I sleep on the sofa, because I’m separated from my husband.
It has been hell on my shoulder.

All morning long, I’ve been feeling everything come back alive.

It was scary.

Now, dear readers, I want to tell you something that happened.

While I was massaging my pinky, soemthing (Someone) told me, on the inside, “if you keep massaging it, it will feel life”

I was scared to even look at my pinky. I was sure it must look black.

I even had an inward feeling that I SHOULDN’T look at it, or I would not have the faith to believe in a positive outcome.

In the dark, it looked darker than the rest of my digits.

Okay, I’ll admit it… I was scared.

But as I began massaging…

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Plan your Work…work your plan

Proverbs 4:26

“Ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways be established.”

Proverbs 10:4 | He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand: but the hand of the diligent maketh rich.

Proverbs 12:24 | The hand of the diligent shall bear rule: but the slothful shall be under tribute.

Proverbs 12:27 | The slothful man roasteth not that which he took in hunting: but the substance of a diligent man is precious.

Proverbs 13:4 | The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.

Proverbs 21:5 | The thoughts of the diligent tend only to plenteousness; but of every one that is hasty only to want.

Proverbs 22:29 | Seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings; he shall not stand before mean men.

Proverb 27:23-27 Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks, and look well to thy herds.

24 For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation?

25 The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered.

26 The lambs are for thy clothing, and the goats are the price of the field.

27 And thou shalt have goats’ milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, and for the maintenance for thy maidens.

 

Should Christians go to Church?

 

Posted on October 17, 2013

Every since I can remember, I have heard the following statement made over and over by Christians and non-Christians.
“God doesn’t care whether I go to church or not”.
For the non-Christian, this statement was always prefaced with. “The world is my church. Nature is my sanctuary.”

For the “Christian”, it was always followed by “Church-going is a legalism. God only cares about my heart.”

I am concerned about this mind-set and would like to discuss it.

Yes, it is true that some people who go to Church are hypocrites.
Yes, it is true. If you read your Bible, and pray, you can hear from God. At home. Like a lone ranger.
And, also, it is entirely possible, if you attend a place of worship filled with non-committed, backbiting, hateful people, you can avoid all associated emotional pain and hurt, by staying at home.

Amazingly, some of these scholarly types who claim to learn so much on their own, have never read the verse about not forsaking the assembling of yourselves together as believers.
And while, if pressed, they will admit they don’t really go to church anymore, most of them will make reference to some church, as their home church, if asked by another interested Christian “so where do you go to church”.
That’s because, most Christian deep down know that there really is no good reason they can’t find a great church in our free, Christian nation.

It does require effort. You have to get up and stop making excuses, before 11 a.m. on the weekends. You have to focus, and ask yourself, hmmmm. What assembly sounds like a good one to take a chance on today.
If you are out of practice, and don’t have a routine established, you’ll need to iron clothes, scrub your kids, get directions and do any of a dozen things ahead of time. Things that might not be convenient. Oh, and did I mention. Kids. As in maybe you have several. And they need breakfast. And it’s 10:30. Maybe you are running late.
Or the baby spits up. ON you. Three sunday mornings in a row.
Don’t you think for one minute Satan’s not going to throw every curve ball he can at you.
It will take time to get it all together.
(You know you need to go.)
Be patient with yourself.
Pick a casually dressed assembly if you don’t have dress clothes. Oh my goodness, there are so many choices.
Do you really have a reason? Not a good one.
Let’s all go to church this week.

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Hi. I’m Sue. I’m a mother of three, an artist, and an internet marketer. I have the joy and privilege of teaching my children at home, so I am big on self-education. I think to be a success as an educator, you need to teach the student how to teach themselves; asking the right questions; doing their own research.

This is exactly the philosophy I followed when learning how to market on the internet…..self-education. Many of you are the same way. You scour the internet for hours looking for free (albeit, disconnected) information. Maybe you sign up for numerous free “news”letters, hoping to glean info in between the sales pitch. Maybe you listen to other marketer’s stories and try to emulate their sales style. I understand your frugalness. With so much free info on the web, why would you ever pay for any? I mean, it’s free. The…

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Kwitcherbellyachin’!

Don’t you hate it when you click on someone’s blog, and all they do is whine about how hard their life is, how hurt their feelings are, and they want to tell you every single nauseating detail?

Yup. It disgusts me too. Makes me wanna reach through my monitor and slap a good mood back on them. “Kwitcher-belly-aching, woman!”

I’ve often wondered why any psychologically balanced person would want to post their everyday mental bric brac up for public display.

Who cares how bad your morning went? Do any of us really need to know that you were slighted by your neighbor, or cut off in traffic? How can such trivia possibly advance me as a human?

There are as many stray, pitiful blog postings as there are abandoned animals. I was always amazed when the local newstations would post pictures of way side waifs, and the multitudes would call them offering a home. “What” I asked myself “is so big about one more recovered mutt? It’s like all the rest of them.”

But, then it happened. Yes, even to me, the lady who looks at life through rose colored glasses.

I, Mama Sue, had a horrible, down in the dumps, will I ever feel better type day.

Maybe your like me…maybe you look at blogs as something sinisterly sentimental–dangerous–a source of over-indulglence for self-absorbed people.

I always have. Just like I used to think pets were for strange people who couldn’t connect with real people.

Till I got one. You see, pets are like blogs. Until you really interact with one, they all seem like so much useless drivel, a pathetic waste of time.

Then, it happens; you find a match. It swoons at you through the glass of the pet shop, whimpering pathetically in it’s 4′ x 2′ space.

How can you resist?

And there you find yourself, numbered among the ranks of soppy, emotional pet owners. You cradle it in your arms, whispering silly names to it as you load it in the mini-van like a blithering fool. Your day has come.

And so, dear reader, it is with this introduction that I offer you my soppy, piteous, “feel for me” rendition of my thanksgiving.

This is also my last post . (In regards to my personal life, that is).

Being surrounded on this site my a plethoria of interpersonal dialogue, and being human myself, I, tough Sue, am biting the bullet and finally beginning a (gasp!) touchy feely like blog.

The rose blog will remain intact, sanctified of all personal musings and mental meandering (I hope). I will continue to give rose advice in a personal tone, but for the sake of being a serious rosarian, I must move my private mind space elsewhere.

Please check back for my first post (coming soon on new blog).

NOTE: Have now completed 2 blogs. My news one is really hopping. Check it out at breakingchristianews.com  and my personal blog at feelmyzeal.blogspot.com

What is a survivalist.

A survivalist is someone who has their ear to the ground, their eye on the times, and their heart connected to the Spirit.
In short, a survivalist is someone who has enough discerment to hear the thunder of the end-time gallop of the four horsemen, evidenced in the fallen morals of a nation which has forgotten God.
She has a keen eye of discerment that can read past the rhetoric of the headlines, and between the lines;ferreting out what they want us to think, from what “they” already know…perilous times are coming.

You Can’t Eat a Rose

All right, technically, you can; plenty of gourmet bakers doll their delicacies up with tiny little candied rose petals. But for all practical purposes, roses are not a staple food.
Why am I writing this? After all, this is rose blog, not a site about food-storage.
Well, the other day, as I was feeding my roses, I looked over at one of my cucumber plants that was whithering from the heat. I had a thought–the same thought which prompted the title of this post: What if someday my family found themselves in need of groceries; would I wish I’d been just as focused on the garden food as I am with the roses garden?

I think most of us can guess what started me thinking on that possibility.

We’ve all been hearing about the coming famine. Grain prices have been going through the barn roof. If you are at all preparedness minded, then you know how important it is to have a good supply of storable food. But how many of us do? Or can even afford to?

If you are feeling overwhelmed with the prospect of funding even a year’s worth of pantry supplies for your family, then there’s a secret I would like to share with you—it’s called:

The Family Garden
Yes, I know, it sounds like an unrealistic, quick fix. And even if you thought you should have one, how would you do it? Besides, wouldn’t it just be easier to buy a bunch of food, rather than grow your own?

These are questions that most beginning “survivalists” ponder; i.e. is the time and effort involved even going to pay off?

Well, yes and no. No, the time and effort involved won’t be worth it if you go about it without a plan. But with a little research, and some advance planning, you can absolutely make a go of it.

Okay. But why would I want to? I mean, really, what are the chances that the food supply is going to dry up tomorrow?

To bottom-line this entire debate, I submit two words for you:

“The times”…as in, the times we live in.

Maybe a better choice of words would be “The Headlines”.

Consider this:

1. Customers are turned away from Costco after trying to buy more than the one bag limit of rice
2. Wheat triples in price
3. Bank customers, trying to withdraw funds, line TWO CITY BLOCKS in Los Angeles, after hearing that their bank has folded.

If you have one eye and an ear, then you know the world is spiraling out of control. With rising gas prices and escalating grain prices, you can’t guarantee that the food will arrive, even if it stays affordable. You need a family garden. So what’s the first step? How should one proceed in this venture?

Ask God

Yes, the One who made it all is the only One who can give you the perfect game plan.

I and my family have decided to plant all of the corn we can. Globs, buckets, handfuls. Everywhere.

I do mean everywhere. By the roses, among the roses, around the trees, throughout the yard, in spare tires. Seriously. And I mean very seriously. A famine is coming, and you need to be ready.

But Where Do I start?

Ask the Father.And start with what you have. Your needs and abilites, your situation, your future, and more might make your plan different from mine. Only He knows exactly what will befall you and your family. He impressed on my heart to grow corn. If you fear you “just can’t grow anything”, a bag of dry beans costs under a dollar, and you can grow them just about anywhere. That should build your confidence. Garden seeds, at the dollar store, cost practically nothing, and can be started with minimal effort. If all you have time for is scattering some seeds on your lawn, then at least start there. That may be all you need to blast the lie of “gardening’s for farmers”. Phooey.

JUST DO IT.

Find seeds inside your food at hand. We grew a substantial pepper garden from the ripe seeds of a store bought bell pepper. Just pick one up at the market (big, ripe and red) and cut off the stem and topmost portion. There in the bell cap, you’ll find enough seeds to grow several hundred bell peppers).

It tastes better.

It’s a very satisfying feeling to have handfuls of homegrown peppers for cooking, salads, and hand eating. It’s a culninary and horticultural satisfaction matched only by plucking your own bowl of fresh garden greens right before supper—knowing you grew them.. And in case you haven’t yet tried one, let me tell you how good homegrown tomatoes are—the first time I tried one, I was shocked. It tasted so, well…fresh.

Once you grow your own produce, you’ll never go back to store-bought.

WHY YOU MUST HAVE A FAMILY GARDEN

Two years ago, my little child was crying for something to drink. It had been a long, hot car ride, and everyone was tired. And scuffling around to put up our purchases. Little Scrump (my youngest) was suddenly wailing, and pulling on my shirt. She screamed, in anguished tones, “I tirsty, mama!” In a flash, I saw pathetically what it will be like for those who are not prepared. Nothing will be worse than seeing your family suffer in a famine.

I’m a lady; I Don’t Go Dumpster Diving

I’m a lady—I don’t go dumpster diving

This might not seem appropriate for a rose blog, but I don’t care…It’s a subject heavy on my heart, so here goes…last night, my husband rented some movie about the afterlife.  I knew immediately that it was going to be filled with mysticism, and theories about eternity that don’t jive with my beliefs.

I believe in one God, maker of heaven and earth, who made us all.  I believe in Jesus Christ who died for my sins, and rose again.  I asked Him into my heart when I was 12 years old and today, He is the focus of my life.  I don’t believe in re-incarnation, nirvana, or limbo.  “It is appointed unto man once to die, and after that, the judgement.”

I’ve really been struggling with submitting to my husband and not taking the bull by the horns. It’s hard, especially when he is making decisions that I don’t feel are good for the family.  Sometimes, for the sake of what is right, I do need to counter him.

Last night, I felt like I was supposed to just leave him alone while he watched his movie.

I know I could have thrown a fit, and been a hellion, terrorized him, stormed around, etc, but I just felt like God was showing me that that approach would not work.  So, I left my husband alone, and took the kids downstairs.

When I came up to get something, I paused and listened to the trash he was watching.  Half naked women, some guy from the afterlife saying that there is no judgement, we all come back as something else.  I watched women disrobe before his eyes, and him take it all in.

No.  It’s not true that that had no effect on him.  Go dive in a dumpster.  Tell yourself “I’m just there for the treasure at the bottom”.  That may be, but you will still smell like garbage.

There’s an old saying “garbage in, garbage out.”  I think that a lot of people believe when they watch a show, that they can control what goes into their belief system, and sift things out at will.

But the truth is, everything that you watch, and feed on has an impact on you.

So, this morning, when my husband was holding me as I cried, he said “Honey, I really think that if you would watch this show, you could glean a lot out of it.”

And then I said “I’m a lady.  I don’t go dumpster diving”

He paused and considered.

I hope you consider too.

Loosening up Compacted Soil

There are a variety of ways to break up your compacted soil, but the best plan is to avoid compaction all together with a “raised bed”.

To loosen up compacted soil, back-turn it with a fork, take out any visible clay, and add peat moss to lighten it. That’s the most elementary cure. There are more sophisticated ways, but they are not nearly as practical as starting fresh with…

Raised Beds

Soil compaction doesn’t generally happen in raised beds, because the soil is above the ground and out of foot-traffic. And because you are building it from the ground up, you completely control what goes into it, eliminating the clay altogether. As long as you steer clear from “yard dirt”, and don’t use heavy top soil, you aren’t going to have dense dirt. (Check out my link on “layering your soil” for an easy planting formula).

If you build it with the right dimensions (i.e. narrow enough for you to reach each plant), then you should never need to walk or lean on it at all. This eliminates all compaction due to traffic or pressure on your soil.

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So, there you have it–your two main causes of soil compaction,
traffic and heavy soil, completely eliminated with a raised bed.

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Now, it is important right now to cover one other topic, and that is the natural shifting of the soil when you water.

Have you ever had a big mound of dirt around something like a new tree, watered it, and watched the mound go down? That’s an example of this. Not only did the dirt go down, but when it settled, the pores of the dirt compacted slightly. You can’t avoid this in nature. This is not a cause of “serious” soil compaction, but it is technically a mild case of it; and it happens everywhere in your garden.

So, while I (and most honest gardeners) would not label “watering” as a true example of soil compaction, it is important to mention it here. After all, if we want the fluffiest soil possible, then we need to look at everything.

Mostly, I want my post here to be accurate when I tell you that a raised bed eliminates all soil compaction. Technically speaking, nothing can. But for all intents and purposes, raised beds do.

And by the way, if you want to loosen up the soil in the raised bed without lifting a finger, just dump in some nice night crawlers. They’ll loosen your dirt for free, and leave some fertilizer for you