SPIRITUAL SCUM

". . . For he is like a blazing fire refining precious metal and he can bleach the dirtiest garments! Like a refiner of silver he will sit and closely watch as the dross is burned away. He will purify the Levites, the ministers of God, refining them like gold or silver, so that they will do their work for God with pure hearts." Malachi 3:2b, 3.

Before silver and gold, iron and petroleum, or even raw sugar can be utilized beneficially, they must be separated from all foreign substances. After the solids are melted, the refining fire gets hotter and hotter as impurities and scum come to the top of the boiling liquid where they can be be removed. If the liquid cools before all contamination is removed, the slag settles to the bottom and the process must be repeated.

What about the "spiritual scum" in our lives, those things which are unlike Christ? Hasty words. Impure thoughts. Wrong attitudes. Unkind, thoughtless acts. Can you identify with any of them, or with other "scum" that comes to mind? And how can this "scum" be removed?

God frequently uses people as His refining fire. Friends. Family. Neighbors. Acquaintances. People we work with. Offspring. Spouse. We become irritable with them. Get on the defensive. Scold the kids. Nag our spouse. Yell at the cat. Ad infinitum.

We're all God's ministers, as the above Scripture says, in one way or another. And that's when we need to remember we're still in the refining process. When, by an act of deliberate will, we swallow our pride, our self-righteousness, repent and forgive when necessary, God's Divine love will replace our bitterness thereby removing the "spiritual scum" from our lives. Then we'll be more effective ministers for God.

In the New Year ahead, what positive action, in addition to prayer, can you take to remove the slag and scum from YOUR spiritual life?

Preacher's Kid

NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS

Not much time left to ponder what your New Year's resolutions are going to be. I've been thinking about mine off and on all day.

For years I've only made one resolution, and it's nothing to be proud of. My only resolution was that I wasn't going to make any resolutions as they would be broken before the first week of the new year was over.

I know I need to work hard on my dieting. I am watching what I eat and have had minimal success. But I'm not ready to make a bona fide resolution! I can only say I'll keep on trying.

Then there's the question of chocolate. My chocolate cravings are temporarily under control, but only because my sweet "better half" keeps the candy hidden! The chocolate candy, that is. Other candy doesn't tempt me in the least. We've had a dish of various Christmas candies sitting in plain sight for days, and I haven't touched a piece! I could care less! But I like my chocolate candy too well to make any resolution about calling chocolate quits.

I thought of the inordinate amount of time I spend on computer games. First thing in the morning. The middle of the night when I get awake. I'm addicted. I've already started to cut down on game time which gives me more time to spend on my writing. But I haven't brought myself to a resolution of a definite time frame for playing games. It's another area of my life I'm at least watching.

But there's one resolution I can make with all confidence in my ability to keep -- with the Lord's help, that is. And so, I HEREBY RESOLVE TO DRAW CLOSER TO THE LORD IN THE COMING NEW YEAR, AND THEREBY GROW IN MY SPIRITUAL LIFE! Amen and Amen!

Now, what are YOUR resolutions for the coming year? Quick -- you only have a little over 24 hours to decide!

Preacher's Kid
P.S. Maybe if my dear hubby reads this blog, he'll take pity and help me with the resolutions I OUGHT to be making!

I LOVE YOU IF . . .

"Yea I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee" (Jeremiah 31:3 KJV).

"I love you, but only if you let me play with your robot," pouted three-year-old Jennifer to her older brother.

"That's all right, Jennifer," consoled Anthony in a condescending manner newly acquired since entering kindergarten a few weeks prior. "I'll let you play with it anyhow."

What a beautiful picture of God's unconditional love. Love that never fails. Love that is forgiving. Love that accepts us just as we are, warts and all! Love that has nothing to do with the way we feel or the mood we're in. Love with no strings attached.

Divine love keeps on loving even when we selfishly pray, "Lord, this is what I want to do. This is where I want to go. This is what I want to be. This is how I want You to work out this situation." We forget we should be praying, "Your will be done, Father. I want what YOU want."

What a privilege is ours to be recipients of God's unconditional love. And let us remember that His unconditional love carries with it the responsibility of loving others with the same kind of love.

How about a New Year's resolution such as, "With God's help, I will accept others just as they are, and show to them the same unconditional love that You show me."

Read I John 4:7-11 to find explicit instructions on how Christians should express this marvelous unconditional love.

Preacher's Kid

HOW HONEST ARE YOU?

Proverbs 28:9 (LB) says, "God doesn't listen to the prayers of men who flout the law."

I was late for an appointment one Saturday night years ago when the traffic light turned red -- well, amber, actually. Revving the engine, I tore through the disapproving signal, telling myself it was only a "pink" light. Now you and I both know there is no such thing as a "pink" traffic light! Suddenly I thought of the next day's Sunday School lesson: "For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all" (James 2:10 KJV). Although no one saw me, I backed up my car on the deserted street and waited for the offensive light to blaze forth its welcoming green. My Sunday School class and I both had a good laugh when I illustrated the lesson the following morning with the embarrassing incident.

How easy it is to pass over seemingly small incidents with the frivolous excuse, "It's too trivial to matter." A pen or pencil taken from the office without permission. A personal letter run through the office postage meter. A postage stamp; envelopes; stationery; rubber bands; paper clips. Small items, true, but nonetheless it's pilferage.

A Bible Study leader once handed out fifty or sixty xeroxed copies of material to our group explaining, "This is my boss' contribution to the Lord's work even though he doesn't know it. It's time he gives something to the church. After all, he can afford it."

Another Christian acquaintance lost a well-paying position when, after repeated warnings, he continued reading his Bible and witnessing to co-workers during the time he was paid to work. I'm sure he never looked upon his actions as thievery -- but that's what it was, thievery of company time!

No wonder many employers, including Christians, are reluctant to hire other Christians as employees. It's so easy for a Christian employee to take advantage of a Christian boss with the excuse, "He's a Christian, too; he'll understand."

Luke 16:10 (LB) states, "For unless you are honest in small matters, you won't be in large ones. If you cheat even a little, you won't be honest with greater responsibilities."

How honest are you?

Preacher's Kid

Do You Close YOUR Eyes . . . ?

. . . (W)hen you pray, that is!

My husband and I had the silliest conversation this morning! Because it was Sunday, we were rushing around like mad to get to Sunday School on time.

I was sitting at the table taking my blood sugar, getting my insulin and then my vitamins -- usual morning routine. As Rex was getting his cereal out of the pantry, he asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I generally get my own breakfast -- something other than cereal. But on Sundays I eat cereal, too -- only because I'm somewhat lazy on Sunday mornings and I know he'll get it for me which will save time!!!

As soon as he gave me my cereal, I cut up half a banana in it and immediately began to eat while he was still getting his. You see, he uses a different kind of cereal and has to put raisins, protein powder and a few nuts in it! And I wasn't about to wait for all that!

As he finally sat down and saw me shoveling cereal in my mouth at a somewhat rapid pace, he said, "Aren't you going to pray?"

"Nope," I answered.

He looked at me in surprise, for he hadn't seen me bow my head. "I prayed while I was cutting up my banana," I grinned, "with my eyes wide open all the time!"

He said nothing. Just bowed his head and closed his eyes (as a holy, sanctimonious person should do!) and blessed his own food -- all the while continuing to stir his coffee!

"Bet the Lord didn't hear either one of us," I quipped when he finished. "I had my eyes open while praying and you were stirring your coffee all the time you were praying! The Lord'll probably give us both indigestion!"

"You come up with the craziest ideas," was my husband's laughing comment!

I dare say you've done the same thing if you'd only admit it!

And know what? It's now evening and neither of us got indigestion, either!

Preacher's Kid

LEGEND OF THE CANDY CANE

I'm sure you're familiar with the legend of the candy cane that claims a candy maker in Indiana wanted to make a candy that would be a Christian witness. So he made the Christmas Candy Cane and incorporated several symbols from the birth, ministry and death of Jesus Christ. And according to my research, that's all the story is -- a legend. Candy canes existed many long years before the legendary Indiana candymaker!

But why can't we give the candy cane religious meaning and make it a part of our Christmas tradition?

Let's start with the shape of the candy cane which is like the letter "J" in Jesus' name. The shape also reminds us of a shepherd's crook which symbolizes Jesus as the Good Shepherd Who watches over His little lambs. As a hard candy, it is similar to a rock, and Jesus, our Rock, is the foundation of the Church.

The peppermint flavor of the candy cane is a member of the mint family, hyssop, which was news to me. Hyssop was used in the Old Testament for purification and sacrifice. Of course, that represents the purity of Jesus and the marvelous sacrifice He made for all mankind. The purity of Jesus is also indicated by the white color in the cane; and that, too, represents Christ's virgin birth. The red color stands for the blood of Christ, shed for our redemption.

Did you ever notice three fine stripes on some candy canes? Those are significant for two reasons. They represent the stripes Jesus bore at the hands of the Roman soldiers -- stripes, the Bible proclaims, by which we were healed (I Peter 2:4). Those three stripes also represent the Trinity: Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

So regardless of when and where the candy cane with its familiar shape and color first appeared, it is still a symbol and reminder of the meaning of Christmas.

It's not too late to incorporate the Christmas Candy Cane into your holiday traditions.

Preacher's Kid

HOW BIBLICAL IS A CHRISTMAS TREE?

The Christmas tree is a world-wide tradition. There is no Scripture commanding us to use a tree in our celebration of our Savior's birth; neither is there any Scripture condemning the practice. There are some people, however, who refer to Jeremiah 10:3-5 and claim that a Christmas tree is forbidden. But the tree spoken of there is a pagan tradition, and we are not pagans, we are Christians! To the pagans, the tree mentioned there was an idol which they worshipped.

As Christians, everything we do at this precious season of the year should revolve around Christ. Why not start a tradition of our own and point out to our families each year the Christian meaning of each aspect of the Christmas tree?

The tree, itself, speaks of life. Fir and pine trees remain green the year around, symbolizing the everlasting hope of mankind. And did you ever think of the needles that always point upward where our hearts, our thoughts and our prayers should always be?

The lights we use to decorate not only the Christmas tree but also our houses, represent Christ, the Light of the world. As we look with awe and wonder at the millions upon countless millions of lights adorning the countryside at this blessed time of year, we're reminded that each one celebrates the birth of the Babe in the manger. Even those who are not Christians are presenting the glorious Light of the world for all to see even though they are oblivious of that fact.

We often put a star at the top of the tree which represents the fulfillment of God's promise of a Savior. Some people crown the top of their Christmas tree with an angel. And it was an angel, of course, who announced to Mary she would become the Mother of the blessed Son of God. It was angels who heralded the glad news of the new-born Christ Child to the shepherds. It was an angel choir who sang, "Glory to God in the highest, peace on earth, good will toward men."

And have you ever put a candy cane on your tree? A cane represents the crook of the shepherds' staff, the staff that helped them bring straying sheep back to the fold! What a beautiful picture of the purpose for the coming of the Son of God!

Remember, too, that lost sheep are found by the soft tinkling sound of a bell around their necks. That same bell rings today to bring lost men and women back to God's fold. Remember the old carol, "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day?" A phrase of one verse proclaims, "Then pealed the bells more loud and deep, God is not dead nor doth He sleep!" Aren't you glad God is still on the throne today and knows everything that goes on in this sin-blighted world of ours?

Then, too, we often hang a wreath in our windows or on our doors. And a wreath symbolizes the real nature of love, love that never ends, but is one continuous round of affection -- no beginning, no ending. "We love Him because He first loved us." And we give gifts, of course, to commemorate the greatest Gift ever given -- the Gift of the little Lord Jesus Who came to earth to become our Lord and Savior.

Even the holly leaf reminds us of Christ, as it represents the crown of thorns He wore as our Redeemer, while its bright red berries represent the precious Blood He shed for us.

And like the shepherds, we, too, should worship the Lord of lords. Like the Magi, we should honor Him as King of kings and give Him our lives, which is the best gift of all.

So this year let's make Christ the center of Christmas as we not only remember the true meaning of Christmas but also share it with our families and friends.

The Christmas tree is as Biblical as you want to make it!

Preacher's Kid

TELEPHONE LULLABY

Christmas Eve is almost over. In fact, for some of you -- depending upon where you live -- it may already be Christmas Day. If so, Merry Christmas!

I was going to blog earlier in the day, but all I could think of was "Bah, Humbug!" And a Pet Peeve. Neither one, I decided was appropriate for Christmas Eve Day, so I thought I'd bypass the blog another day. Until the Christmas Eve service, that is. I just HAVE to tell you what happened. It was hilarious. At least, now that it's over, it was hilarious!

You see, the Christmas Eve service was what had me in a "Bah, Humbug" mood. Whoever heard of having a Christmas Eve service at six p.m.? 11:00 p.m., yes! That wouldn't bother me. But 6:00 p.m???? And my husband and I, who were participating in the service, had to be at the church by 5:00 p.m. which made it worse yet. When could we have a nice Christmas Eve dinner? Prior to 5:00 p.m. would be too early. By the time the service was over at 7:00 p.m. it would be too late to come home and prepare a special holiday meal. And no use to hunt for a restaurant that would be open that late on Christmas Eve, so we thought. So that's what comprised my Pet Peeve/Bah, Humbug mood!

But what's this Telephone Lullaby all about? Rex and I were scheduled to play a piano duet, A Christmas Lullaby, a medley of Christmas carols. I set the mood by playing "O Little Town of Bethlehem" as a piano solo. Then Rex joined me and together we played "Silent Night" followed by three different tunes of "Away In A Manger." I let Rex take the lead while I endeavored to add the "extras" to make it sound like a music box.

We were next to last on the program. In the meantime, the pianist for the Praise and Worship Band accompanied two flautists in a beautiful rendition of "O Holy Night." Later on, he and his daughter sang a vocal duet while he played the piano.

As Rex and I seated ourselves at the piano, I noticed that John, the other pianist, had left a big bottle of GatorAde sitting on the piano--on the side away from the audience. I glimpsed a small, black object in front of the GatorAde and fleetingly thought it was his billfold. I wasn't concerned for I knew he'd get it after the program.

Just as Rex and I got a good start on "Silent Night," I heard background music coming from somewhere and wondered why no one did anything about it. The music didn't exactly clash with what we were playing, but it sure didn't match! They must be playing in the Key of C, too, I thought, as that's what we were playing in. Then I realized it was someone's cell phone ringing with a music tune and wondered who was stupid enough to leave a cell phone turned on during a Christmas Eve service! As the ringing continued, it hit me -- that was NOT John's billfold lying on the piano. You guessed it -- it was his cellphone, and that cellphone was giving Rex and me some competition. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw John get up from his seat in the back of the sanctuary, walk down the aisle, and up on the platform. He scooted in behind us, reached around me, grabbed his phone and shut it off! Bet his face was crimson as he faced the congregation to return to his seat! How the audience could keep from laughing, I'll never know. But I didn't hear a peep! They were probably too embarrassed for John.

Know what? Rex and I never missed a beat! We kept right on playing. In fact, Rex told me later he never saw John come up on the platform beside us and grab his phone!

And that never-to-be-forgotten incident got me out of my "Pet Peeve/Bah, Humbug" mood!

Preacher's Kid
P.S. We drove around and looked at Christmas lights after the service and discovered that Shari's Restaurant was open. Were they ever crowded! But we had a lovely Christmas Eve dinner.

SINGLES CAN REALLY COOK???

Back to Pet Peeves -- only this isn't a devotional pet peeve. It's a real-life pet peeve.

Last night my husband and I took dinner to a friend who recently fell down the stairs and suffered a most severe broken ankle. She's now flat on her back with strict orders to keep her foot and leg elevated. At church Sunday, they announced we should help out by taking in evening meals. Since no one volunteered for last night, I did. I called to let her know I would take care of her supper (or dinner, if you prefer), and she asked us to join her husband and her for the meal. Said she was not sick, just incapacitated! And she was able to come to the table in a wheel chair.

So I fixed pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, sauted squash, green beans, and cottage cheese/jello salad.

In the meantime, her step son's girlfriend and daughter unexpectedly came and at the last minute (after we got there) decided to stay the night. Fortunately we had plenty of food once we cut the four pork chops in half!

So what's my pet peeve? The unexpected guests? No way. That didn't bother me at all. Then what was it, you wonder.

As you know, I was single for 75 years before I found my Prince Charming. And somewhere along the line, people -- multiple upon multiple people -- have gotten the idea that single gals can't cook! I've put up with comments to that effect all my adult life. Comments such as, "I didn't know you could cook." Hey, singles have to eat, don't they? Or, "Your cooking prowess surprises me." Yeah, cooking has always been more or less a hobby of mine! Or, "How did you ever learn to cook like this? You don't have a family." And therein lies my pet peeve--that folks thought I couldn't cook!

Last night was no exception! I've been married five-and-a-half years, now, and my husband and I do a lot of our cooking together as he, too, enjoys cooking. But last night he didn't do a thing except turn the pork chops a time or two! Our hostess was graciousness personified and complimented me over and over on how good this, that, and the other was. Maybe I over reacted, but in the tone of her voice I heard, "I had no idea you could cook!"

Reminds me of when I attended the Swedish Salvation Army back East. And those Swedes, let me tell you, knew how to cook. Then one day for a potluck I tried a new meat ball recipe, one given me by a single attorney, no less. And would you believe my meat balls disappeared before anyone else's? Talk about feeling good to the point of bragging! And again, the comments came, "You can cook!"

Yes, I can cook. That's why the scales go higher and higher and higher until now they read -- well, never mind! Even my husband's clothes fit tighter since we've been married!

That meat ball recipe? Make your favorite meat balls (a little smaller than usual). Mix a 12-ounce jar of chili sauce and a 12-ounce jar of grape jelly and cover them. Bake for 45 minutes. (I usually brown the meat balls, then dump everything in a slow cooker.) Sounds yucky but is absolutely delicious.

Gotta go. A piece of cake with coconut carmel icing is calling me!

Preacher's Kid
P.S. Maybe Christmas dinner will be better. We'll be with the same couple plus their extended families. I'm taking Waldorf salad. Anybody can cut up apples, celery, grapes and walnuts! That doesn't take skill. So maybe I won't have to endure unwanted compliments!

PROUD AS A PEACOCK

It's difficult to know how to categorize this post: Just Blogging, Devotional, or Bragging!!!!

Someone said to me the other day that she had been practicing Christmas carols quite diligently on her trombone as she plays in the band at her church. She was especially pleased with how well she was able to play "Angels We Have Heard On High" last Sunday and commented how nice it sounded. (I, too, play the trombone -- used to, that is -- and can verify that that particular song IS difficult to play as you have to move the trombone slide back and forth quite rapidly to get all those notes in on "Glo-o-o-o-o-o-ria!) She was also pleased when several people on the platform gave her nods of approval and appreciation. And that's when she got to worrying she was proud, and was afraid God was mad at her for allowing pride to enter her mind!

I reminded her of Romans 12:3 which says that man is "not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think." It doesn't say we're not to think highly of ourselves -- we're just not to overdo it! I also told her that if God has blessed us with a talent, he intends us to use it for His glory, and that it's perfectly OK to be pleased with ourselves when we know we've done our best for the Lord.

Sounds OK to me. And I sure hope it is, 'cause yesterday I got the surprise of my life which left me feeling proud as a peacock and thanking God for using the writing talent He gave me for Him! You see, it's this way:

Gaithers (and the entire Christian world knows the Gaithers!) have a series of annual Christmas books, mainly articles, stories, poems, recipes, etc., etc., written by their various artists. They also include a few stories from their fans. And this year, didn't they use one of my stories on page 64! I just received my free copy of the book yesterday -- that's the first I knew about it!

I just HAD to call my friend and tell her, "I'm proud as a peacock!" And I am! (Didn't get any static from her, either!) Even told my husband I wasn't going to associate with common people any more including him now that I'm part of the "in" crowd!

So you see why I categorized this blog as "Bragging!"

Stopped in at our local Christian bookstore today to buy a copy for a gift only to learn they have already sold out -- but I'm sure it's not because of my contribution!!! (Wow! That takes the wind out of my sails!) I'll try WalMart tomorrow!

In the meantime, use your God-given talent, whatever it may be, for His glory and His alone!

Preacher's Kid

BEANS BURNING IN THE KITCHEN

What's that one phrase at the beginning of the old TV series "The Jefferson's?" Something about "beans burning in the kitchen?"

Well, I hope none of you tried making the hamburger soup I blogged about yesterday. If you did, you've got more than beans burning! You've got everything burning! I forgot the MOST IMPORTANT ingredient -- V8 juice! Yep, after you've got all the other ingredients in the crock pot, pour a large can or a jar of V8 juice over the whole thing! You can also add a couple teaspoons of dried minced onion, if you wish, or brown a regular onion with the hamburg. That all depends on whether or not you like onions and how much. I love 'em. But yesterday my dear, sweet hubby saw me start to dice an onion and said not to use any onion as he had a slight tummy ache. So much for onions! (I didn't tell him, but when he wasn't looking I added 2 teaspoons dried minced onion. He didn't complain and slept well last night. So it must not have bothered him!)

Maybe I should write a book on "Sneaky Confessions from the Cook!"

Hmmmm -- wonder if last night's supper is why he suggested we eat out this evening instead of having left-over hamburger soup?????

Preacher's Kid

THE WINDOWS OF HEAVEN

It's been years since I've thought of the old Sunday School chorus: "The Windows of Heaven are open, The blessings are falling tonight." That is, I hadn't thought of it until Sunday afternoon when I heard Tippy, our cat, singing his version of the song. It was something about the windows of Heaven being opened with large, fat snowflakes lazily falling in humongous proportions!

You see, we don't have snow here very often, but Sunday was an exception. It was one of those beautiful, beautiful snowfalls with the large flakes drifting down in abundance ever so slowly. I used to love walking in such a snow. And had I not been recuperating from this head cold that is still hanging on tenaciously, I would have taken Tippy outside to see his reaction there.

The way it was, he jumped up on the kitchen counter (shame! shame!) to try to figure it out. Then he made a mad dash to the dining room, jumped up on a chair and looked out the picture window. That's when I heard him begin to sing as his little head looked up in the sky, followed the fluffy flakes all the way to the ground and then stared at what is usually green grass. (Don't tell me cats don't know colors!) His little head kept going up and down, up and down as the snow continued to fall, then land on the ground. He was so cute. But, then, I'm prejudiced!

That little chorus, as I recall, ends with "I'm feasting on manna from Heaven, and that's why I'm happy tonight!"

Well, I'm feasting on hamburger soup tonight! That, too, makes me happy! Ever make the stuff? Brown a pound of hamburg and dump it in the crock pot. Add a can of undiluted mushroom soup and a pound of frozen veggies. Salt and pepper to taste and have yourself a feast. (You can cook it in a regular pan on top of the stove, but then you have to stir it now and then and make sure it doesn't burn! So I prefer the crock pot!)

One of these days I'll get back to blogging devotions! I'm just not in the mood right now!

Preacher's Kid
P.S. The snow only lasted about 24 hours!

'TIS THE SEASON

Long time no see, no blogs, no nuthin' -- all 'cause of a head cold that gets almost well but then decides to return! One of our grandsons and his family (in another state) had a cold running through his family according to his wife's blog. I must have caught it from them via reading her blog! Gotta blame someone!

We had maybe an inch of snow yesterday -- something we don't often see. Great big giant flakes floating down so gently but in great abundance. If it's gonna snow, that's the kind I like to see. But poor Tippy didn't know what to make of it all. He jumped up in the window sill and looked up at the falling flakes, then looked down at the white ground that's always been green before! Don't tell me cats can't tell color! Back and forth went his little head, up and down and finally he started meowing! He was so cute.

It wasn't cute later on, however, when I was almost finished with my Christmas letters. Had six more to do when I ran out of printer ink, both color and black. No problem -- so I thought. I just reached up in the storage area of my computer desk and grabbed two new cartridges, one black and one colored. Lo and behold, when I ordered the ink last October I inadvertently put down the wrong number -- by just one letter, mind you! I have a Dell printer, and you can't just walk into the store and get some more ink. You HAVE to order it direct from Dell!!! So here I am surrounded by half finished Christmas letters, a printer that doesn't work, and ink cartridges all over the place! It took a couple hours on the phone this morning to order more ink and get permission to return the unused cartridges. I was passed around from one person to another and put on hold most of the time. And most of the people I talked with sounded as though they lived in Timbuctoo! I could barely understand them! How I hate asking them to repeat!

Then I phoned a friend we'd had lunch with yesterday only to learn she had been taken to the hospital with heart problems! She was perfectly OK yesterday! That didn't help my day any!

On top of everything else, my husband has hidden my chocolate candy and I can't find it! He doles it out piece at a time!!! Of course I blew my diet over Thanksgiving, but finally got back just this morning to within one pound of what I had lost! So I want to lose some more real fast so I can blow it again over Christmas! Isn't life fun?

From out of nowhere a few minutes ago I thought of the song, "'Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la, la, la, la, la!" Guess that's better than "Bah, Humbug!"

Preacher's Kid
P.S. I'll get back to being serious one of these days and start my devotional blogs again! In the meantime, I hope you have your jollies, too!