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Miss America, Cheese, and True Love

10/17/2018

Have you seen the Miss America parodies in the movies or on TV?

A cheesy host asks the contestant, "If you could have one wish, what would it be?" The young woman simpers and answers in a sugary voice, "World peace."

PictureBeauty pagent contestants at National Rice Festival, Crowley, Louisiana, 1938

I'm not bashing the Miss America contestants. They're intelligent, talented, and beautiful.
I cheer for those young women...even with my cellulite thighs and bat-wing triceps flapping.
And even though I've experienced many times when I didn't feel intelligent, or talented, or beautiful.

Or worthwhile.
Or loved.

Have you ever felt like that?

Hold onto your Kraft American singles because this may sound as cheesy as the mock Miss America host.
If I could have one wish, I'd want everyone, young and old, to know this:

You are special.
You are loved.
You matter.

Since the Miss America Fairy won't be swooping by to grant my wish, consider this.

You matter so much that God says to you, “I’ve never quit loving you and never will. Expect love, love, and more love!" Jeremiah 31:3 The Message bible.

May that truth bring peace to your world.

Photo courtesy of commons.wikimedia.org. Beauty pageant contestants at National Rice Festival, Crowley, Louisiana,1938. Photo by Russell Lee.

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Thor at the Door

8/21/2018

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After a volatile marriage and an ugly divorce, I'd sworn off love. But the book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Miracle of Love, reveals the true story.

The judge banged his gavel, and I followed my lawyer out of the courtroom, past my glaring now ex-husband. My steps echoed down the polished marble corridor. Each footfall took me further from the pain of betrayal, infidelity, and alcohol abuse. I almost danced with elation. The attorney eyed me strangely. “Most people are distraught when they get divorced.”

Distraught? I felt like I’d escaped from a horrible prison. Caring for my fifteen-month-old daughter Patty was my top priority. Now she wouldn’t suffer growing up in a dysfunctional, abusive home. We’d been set free.

A few weeks after the divorce my best friend Debbi asked, “When will you start dating again?”
“Never,” I replied. “My new mantra is, ‘Every man on the planet is a conniving sneak, existing only to wreak havoc on unsuspecting women’s hearts.’”
Debbi laughed at my irrational words. “You don’t mean that. Someday you’ll find true love.”
Love? No thank you. I didn’t want a new relationship. I didn’t even want to look at a man.

Until a Norse god walked out of my neighbor’s home.

Tall. Tan. Fit. Gorgeous.
A modern-day Thor was visiting Frank, my middle-aged neighbor? I looked away from the enticing vision and repeated my “all males are evil” mantra.

A few days later Frank stopped by while I weeded the lawn. “Hey Jeanie, I’m letting the neighbors know my buddy is staying with me for a while. He works night shift. He’s a super guy.” OK, Thor was a super guy staying with Frank. Fine. It had nothing to do with me.

The next day I glanced out my bedroom window and spotted Thor standing next to a black pick-up. He looked up and down the empty street, then hopped into the truck bed. What was this guy up to? Thor removed his shirt and stretched out to nap in the summer sun. His muscles seemed to reflect the light. I stared open-mouthed. Whoa, did this guy pose for romance book covers? Yeesh.

I dragged my hormones away from the window and practiced my man-hating mantra. Perhaps a bit overboard since this guy was way out of my league.
Still, there was no harm in looking. Spying on Thor’s afternoon tanning sessions became a daily ritual. I’d climb onto my mattress and peer out the small rectangular transom window above my bed.

After a week, guilt forced me to stop. I established Commandment Number Eleven:

Thou shalt not ogle thy neighbor’s guest.

A round of deep house cleaning would take my mind . . . and hormones . . . off my neighbor’s virile friend. While Patty napped I threw on a ragged sundress and pushed my hair into a messy ponytail. No sense putting in contacts or using make-up.
An hour of scrubbing later, I grabbed the window cleaner and headed toward the bedroom. “Just to tidy up,” I told myself, “not to peek at Thor.” Sure. Even I didn’t believe myself. But Thor wasn’t in his usual spot. A knock on the door interrupted my spying attempt.

Thor stood at the door. Had he spotted me ogling him? Fresh sweat beaded my upper lip. I wiped it with a sudsy glove and stammered, “Oh. Yes. Hi, um . . .”

When I fell silent, Thor gave me a shy, easy smile. Wow, this guy put toothpaste commercial actors to shame. “Hi, I’m Jake.” He pointed over his shoulder at my neighbor’s house. “I’m staying with Frank.”
“Uh, that’s nice.” I inwardly cringed at my inane response.
“Frank talks about what a nice lady you are.”
“Um . . . thanks,” I said.

He looked down for a moment, lifted his head, and blurted, “Would you maybe go out with me sometime?”
I stared into his electric blue eyes. It felt like I’d touched a high voltage line. I glanced at his wide shoulders. Too tempting. I lowered my eyes. Bad move. His shorts revealed his long muscular legs. I blinked hard and admitted, “Look, I just ended a bad marriage. I’m not interested in dating.”

Thor—Jake—blew out a relieved sigh. “Same here. My girlfriend and I broke up last month. I’m not ready for a relationship. I hoped we could go to the movies or something. Just friends.”
“I’ll go out with you if my babysitter is available. But remember, just friendship. Nothing more.”

Jake lit up like a Christmas tree in Times Square. “Great! Here’s my number. Call whenever it’s convenient for you.” He waved goodbye. I closed the door and wondered why such an attractive man would invite me out. A glance in the mirror revealed my full bedraggled glory.

I looked like a sweat-doused monkey in rubber gloves. Yep, his line about “just friends” explained the invitation.

That weekend Jake treated me to a movie and dinner even though it wasn’t a date. “Hey, I appreciate you going out with me. I’m glad to pay,” he said.

Despite his handsome appearance, Jake was endearingly humble. We talked non-stop. During dinner Jake said, “You’ve only eaten a few bites. Is the food OK?”
“It’s great. I’ll take it home in a doggie-bag.” Paying the sitter would bite into my limited budget. My leftovers would provide three delectable meals for Patty. Since I wasn’t eating much, Jake politely stopped eating too.

He drove me home and I invited him in. “Patty’s been asleep for an hour,” the sitter said. She grabbed her pay and left. Patty awoke just as Jake and I sat down on the couch. I walked her out and warned Jake, “Don’t be offended. Patty shies away from men.”

Patty pulled her tiny hand from mine and toddled straight to Jake. He patted the sofa and asked, “Want to sit with us?” She held up her arms. I froze, shocked.
Jake scooped up Patty and sat her on the couch. She snuggled against him. Jake grinned at me and patted the cushion again. “Are you joining us?”

We spent the evening chatting and laughing. When Patty grew sleepy I tucked her in bed and returned to Jake. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too,” he said.
I scooted closer. “Just to remind you. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Me neither.” He laid his arm across the back of the sofa.
I leaned toward him, “Just friends.”
He brushed my cheek softly with his thumb. “Friends.”
We gazed into each other others eyes. He cupped my face like precious porcelain as I lifted it toward his. Our lips met for a heartbeat of eternity.

The next day Jake knocked at the door, his arms laden with bags. “You seemed to like the restaurant’s food last night. I wondered why you didn’t eat much. When you tucked Patty in I checked your fridge.” His gentle kiss eased my embarrassment over the empty refrigerator.

Jake spent the next months proving his trustworthiness. His honesty, generosity, and love silenced my man-hating mantra. When Jake proposed the following year, I don’t know who was more ecstatic, me or Patty.

After thirty-three years of friendship, love--and unabashed ogling--I still thank God that “Thor” came to my door.

Jake, Jeanie, and Patty's son

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Look Back and Move Forward

5/23/2018

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Have you ever felt like, no matter hard you try, you're not getting anywhere?
That's where I've been lately.
It seems that no matter how much I do, I fall farther behind.

And I'm missing the here and now because I'm fretting about what needs to get done.

Last month our thirteen-year-old grandson was out of school for two weeks with a fractured knee. After a week and a half on heavy painkillers, he finally felt well enough to do some schoolwork.

My husband brought home the books, worksheets, and report packets from each of our grandson's classes. We piled them in a towering stack next to his chair. His eyes bugged out. "That's Homework Mountain. How am I supposed to do it all?" he asked.

I told him, "Don't worry about doing everything. Just pick one subject and work on it when you feel up to it."
He heaved a sigh and grabbed his science book.
An hour later he put the book and completed worksheet packet on the opposite side of Homework Mountain. "One down, ten to go," he muttered.

But after resting he picked up another book. This time it only took twenty minutes to finish. He plopped his work on the finished pile and crowed, "Oh, yeah!"

For the next two days he chipped away at Homework Mountain. He'd glance at it, then look over at the work he'd done.
He called me over each time he completed a subject so we could celebrate. Soon the pile of finished reports and worksheets reigned in middle-school splendor.

He said, "Hey Grandma, I kept looking at what I needed to do, then looked at what I'd already done. And I finished two weeks of work in two days!"

Sometimes we need to look back to see how far we've progressed.

I decided to take a cue from my grandson.I've been beating myself up for not writing more. But when I looked back over the past few months, I see progress.

My stories are in three of the latest Chicken Soup for the Soul books.

Another story is coming out in LIVE magazine, as well as an article for Inspiration Ministries.

Instead of focusing on "I'm so Far Behind Mountain," I'm determined to look at accomplishments, no matter how small they seem, and give God the glory for it all.

How about you? Where do you see forward momentum in your life? What will you celebrate?

Even if we don't feel we've accomplished much, the bible offers this encouragement from Zechariah chapter four:

"Do not despise these small beginnings..."

After all, even a baby step forward moves us in the right direction.

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God Hears You

3/27/2018

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Do you ever feel like God isn't listening?
Take heart, because He even hears our whispered prayers. I shared one testimony about it in a recent Chicken Soup for the Soul release, Miracles and More.

My daughter Patty writhed on the maternity room’s rumpled sheets. She clutched her distended abdomen and clenched her teeth. Her sweat-matted blonde hair and pale face bore testimony to the pain she silently endured.
I held back my tears and faked a calm demeanor.

Patty’s story reflected that of many young women. Meet a man. Fall in love. Love turns sour.
Patty’s courtship had spiraled down into an abusive nightmare. She decided to end the dangerous relationship rather than subject her yet-unborn baby to it.
Which led her to this teaching hospital. Crews had renovated the Labor and Delivery unit somewhat, but this room screamed, “Hospital,” from the dull white paint and disinfectant smell, to the wall of medical equipment.

Equipment I’d soon be grateful for.

Patty had arrived early that morning to have her labor induced. Hours had passed with no progress.

The worst OB nurse in the history of the world attended my daughter. I privately dubbed her NurseZilla the Hun.
To each of Patty’s requests, “Can I get up and walk?” or “Can I turn onto my side?” NurseZilla the Hun would brusquely respond, “No. We have monitors lines on the baby. Just lie still.”

A police interrogation cell would have held a more welcoming atmosphere.

To our great relief, after hours of NurseZilla’s, “No, no, no’s,” Super Nurse took her place. She smiled at Patty and said, “Let’s make you more comfortable.” And commenced doing everything NurseZilla had nixed.

Patty’s doctor was out of town, so a variety of staff members came to check her throughout the day until he arrived.
One doctor examined her and frowned. “You’re not dilating as fast as we’d like. We’ll hold off on the epidural for now.”
Patty grimaced. “The pain’s pretty bad.”
“We’ll keep checking you,” he said, and walked out of the room.

Patty groaned and drew her knees toward her chest. I held out my hand. “Squeeze it,” I urged. “Squeeze as hard as you need.”
She shook her head. “No, Mom, I’d crush your hand. I don’t want to hurt you.” Patty gripped the bed’s side rails in a white-knuckled hold instead.

Time slowed to mocking crawl. Shadows shifted across the walls as darkness fell. Footsteps echoed past our quiet room. The monitors tracked Patty’s and the baby’s vitals. I wiped away the sweat trickling down Patty’s agonized face, and longed to ease her suffering.

More pain-filled hours passed. Finally, a doctor examined her and pronounced, “Good news. You’re dilating. You can have that epidural now.”
The anesthesiologist arrived and prepped Patty’s back for the spinal injection. “Sit up and hold still,” the young man cautioned. He worked carefully while Patty fought to stay motionless. After what seemed an eternity the man said, “Done. It’ll take effect soon.”

A relieved smile spread across Patty’s face. “Wow, I feel so much better. Thank . . .” She slumped to the side in mid-sentence. The tech caught her and laid her back on the bed. Her head lolled on the pillow.

A niggle of dread traversed my spine “What’s happening?”
A concerned look crossed the anesthesiologist’s face before his profession mask dropped into place. “Nothing to worry about.”

The monitor showed Patty’s blood pressure dropping steadily. I pointed to it. “Really? Is that normal?”
Her vital signs became erratic, and he called for help. A nurse appeared, checked the monitor, and made another call. The next person came in requested more back-up. Super Nurse hurried in and laid a comforting hand on my arm. “It would be best if you stepped out. You can wait in the family lounge.”

Instead, I slipped back into the corner. More staff members rushed into the room. They ignored me as they entered full “save the patients” mode.

Every motherly instinct screamed, “Go to your daughter!” The rational part of my mind warned, “Stay out of their way so they can help her.”

There was only one thing I could do for my precious daughter. I clasped my shaking hands together and prayed, “Lord, Jesus, please save Patty and her child.” Softly, quietly, I sent my whispered prayer past the confines of the chaotic hospital room.

The unnerving racket of clattering instruments and beeping monitors filled the air. The fast-moving medical professionals surrounded Patty, urgency in their actions. They called instructions in increasingly loud tones.

I remained in the corner, whispering prayers.

After what seemed an eternity, Patty’s precarious monitor readings leveled out. Faint color tinged her cheeks. She opened her eyes blearily, and the medical team visibly relaxed.
Patty’s doctor arrived soon after. He examined her and smiled. “Ready to bring your baby into the world?”

After that, the labor and delivery progressed normally. I experienced the incredible joy of witnessing my grandson’s Asher’s birth.

Patty looked like she’d been through a battle. But with her newborn son cuddled to her chest, she radiated absolute joy. She looked into her son’s eyes and crooned words of love.

When the nurse took baby Asher out so Patty could rest, I smoothed the tangled hair from her forehead and thanked God she and her new child were alive and healthy.

Patty reached out “It’s safe to hold hands now,” she joked. Our fingers intertwined and she drifted toward sleep.
“I love you Mom. And I know you’re going to stand there and pray,” she murmured, “But please pray quieter this time.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“After the epidural I just wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t. You were praying too loudly.”
“Honey, things got pretty hectic when you collapsed.”
Patty looked at me, uncomprehending. “Mom, what are you talking about?”
“You passed out. The staff worked frantically to save you and the baby. It got really noisy in here.”

Patty’s eyes widened. “I don’t remember any of that. I only heard you praying super loud.”
Astonished, I asked, “The beeping, the clattering, the staff yelling instructions to each other? You didn’t hear that?”
Patty shook her head. “No. I only heard you praying. It sounded like you were shouting.”

Realization jolted through me. God had used the prayers to get Patty’s attention, and tether her to life when she was drifting toward death.
And those prayers she perceived as being so loud? I’d never lifted my voice above a whisper.

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TV, My Sweet Nemesis

1/25/2018

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Oh, my sweet, sweet nemesis--television.

In March 2014 I publicly admitted my weakness. I'd created a late-night TV and junk food comfort zone. "Comfort zone" sound much better than "addiction," right?
I thought I'd conquered television's dreamy pull, but recent late-night reruns lured me back in.
Shows from the past half century unfold before my delighted (and slightly glazed) eyes.

The Twilight Zone. Alfred Hitchcock Presents. Perry Mason. The Rifleman . . .

Midnight finds me ransacking the fridge like a rabid wolverine. After stuffing my face I fall asleep to the TV's lulling drone.
The next day I wake bloated, groggy, and kicking myself for making such a foolish choice.
Again.

Last night I prayed for help. Instead of a sudden disdain for chocolate or a potato chip aversion, the Lord reminded me of Galatians 5:22-23.

One of the fruits of the spirit is self-control.
God had already given it to me, but I needed to exercise it.

Say WHAT?

Late night TV offers a slew of workout DVD's promising to strengthen my abs and glutes. Unfortunately, none for exercising self-control.

So I prayed, "OK, Lord, I need strength to exercise my self-control." Soon after I came across this passage,

"As soon as I pray, you answer me; you encourage me by giving me strength." Psalm 138:3 NLT
And He did. Last night I snuggled in bed instead of the recliner, and held a book in place of a remote.

You might be saying, "TV addiction? Seriously? That's nothing compared to what I'm facing."
Fair enough. So what are you struggling with today?

Drinking?
Smoking?
Drugs?
Pornography?
Stealing?
Eating disorder?

The list is almost endless, but no matter what we battle, the bible offers good news.

"The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure." 1 Corinthians 10:13 NLT

No matter what you're struggling with, it's not bigger than God. He's an ever-present help in time of trouble.

Bring your situation to Him.
Dig into the bible to find answers to your issue.
Be accountable to trustworthy people.
Be honest with yourself about the problem.

And I'll do the same with the TV/late-night food obsession. The trail of Nacho Cheese Doritos would give me away anyhow.

Turkey photo courtesy of vectorolie@freedititalphotos.net
Chain photo courtesy khunaspix @freedigitalphotos.net

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Ease Christmas Pressure

12/11/2017

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Does preparing for Christmas resemble a Hallmark movie or a horror flick?

Years ago a TV commercial showed a frantic woman scrambling to simultaneously deal with a ringing phone, screaming children, barking dog, and a delivery person at her door.

Finally in desperation she throws her hands up and cries, "Calgon, take me away!" Immediately she's luxuriating in her bathroom tub, discreetly covered in Calgon bubbles from the neck down.

Evidently, behind the scenes in Happy Commercial Land, the dog stops barking to answer the phone, the delivery person baby-sits the children, and Betty Crocker and the Keebler Elves get dinner under control.

How about you? Do you feel overwhelmed? Could you use a Calgon moment? I'm pretty sure the Fed-Ex man and Marie Callender won't show up to help any time soon, but there's some good news.

There's a God who loves you. He wants to help you.
Here's what He says:

           "And call for help when you’re in trouble--
               I’ll help you, and you’ll honor me.” Psalm 50:15 The Message

We can go nuts with Christmas tasks: shopping, baking, cleaning ... Or we can focus on Jesus, who truly is the reason for celebrating Christmas.

"For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16 NLT

So when Christmas preparations start to bury us under a multi-tasking avalanche, we don't have to crumble under it. Let's call to God for help. He's available 24/7.
Betty Crocker and the Keebler Elves are already busy in my kitchen.

Photos courtesy of stockimages @ http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

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#1 Way to Beat Thanksgiving Blues

11/20/2017

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Does Thanksgiving at your home resemble a Better Homes and Gardens feast? Maybe, like us, it's closer to a Duck Dynasty free-for-all.

Each Thanksgiving my husband, Jake, and I host an open house for people who'd spend the holiday alone.

One year we broke tradition and had a hot dog grill-out in the back yard. (Yeah! Thankful for fewer dishes to wash.)
Frigid Nebraska temperatures prompted us back inside the following year. (Yeah! Thankful for heat.)

Abraham Lincoln's 1863 Thanksgiving Day proclamation read, "They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God..."

Maybe this holiday it's hard to see God's gifts. Perhaps you're grieving the loss of loved ones, or struggling with illness. Maybe you feel alone.

If sorrow overshadows thankfulness, here's some great news.

You can have a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 18:24
He'll never leave you. He'll never forsake you. Hebrews 13:5
His name is Jesus.

If you're lonely, hurting, or discouraged, this 2 minute video
could transform your life.

Wouldn't that bring a true day of thanksgiving?

By the way, if you drop your beautifully roasted turkey, rinse it off and carry on. It'll make a great story for next Thanksgiving.

Turkey photo courtesy of tiverylucky@freedigitalphotos.net
Other photos Courtesy of stockimages@freedigitalphotos.net

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Oh Mercy!

9/20/2017

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photo courtesy of digitalart @freedigitalphotos.net

A while back my husband, Jake, bought 2 dozen feeder goldfish for his afternoon of fishing. But some were too cute to become bait, so I begged, "Please let me keep them as pets."

Those three, named Faith, Hope, and Love, remained. My long-suffering fisherman hubby even bought them an upscale aquarium plant for their tank. A nice one, not the cheap plastic kind I would have picked up.

The other goldfish became bait,
but we showed these three mercy.

Fast forward two years. Jake trapped a possum, which we cooked and ate as related in a previous blog. Seriously. Click here.

Side note: Anytime people eat something unusual they say it tastes like chicken.

     "Rattlesnake? Tastes like chicken"
     "Ostrich? Tastes like chicken."
     "Possum? It tastes like a collision of ham and chicken."
It's delicious...once you look past the fur and feet.

photo courtesy of jiggoja@ freedigitalphots.net

Enter possum #2. This little guy wound up stuck in the cage without food or water for a day. Jake looked at its sad little face and fed it a McDonald's hamburger.

Disclaimer: Fast food in not part of an optimal diet for possums. Or humans.
Nevertheless, Jake not only fed and watered it, he released it. "Jethro" the possum ambled away, safe from the stew pot.

Possum one became dinner.
Possum two received mercy.

Photo ccourtesy of iosphere @freedigitalphotos.net

Think about God's great mercy. Unlike us, He holds out mercy to all. He doesn't grab anyone and say, "OK, you're bait. I'm dumping you in the river to catch something better."
He never decides, "Hmm, you're not appealing enough. Into the oven with you."

God always extends his mercy to us.
He always gives us another chance.

"The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning." Lamentations 3:22-23 NLT

photo courtesy of Sura Nualpradid @freedigitalphotos.net

photo courtesy of KEKO64 @freedigitalphotos.net

Have you seen God's mercy at work in your life? It's new every morning, special for you.

Since God has shown me so much mercy, I'm heading out to extend some right now. Jethro the possum is asking for his McDouble and fries.

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Tornadoes and Trees and Inner Storms

7/20/2017

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Two tornadoes swept through our Bellevue, Ne community last month, two days before Father's Day. The aftermath made our neighborhoods resemble a war zone. Collapsed roofs, siding torn from houses, streets blocked with tree limbs and debris.

Children's bedroom in neighboring subdivision

Branches snapped off the three giant cottonwoods in our backyard, wreaking havoc on our neighbors' properties.

One of our smaller downed cottonwood limbs crumpled the neighbor's fence.

One huge limb smashed a hole into the backside of our next door neighbor's roof, punched another in the front of it, then crashed down lengthwise across his boat and Jeep.
Enormous branches filled the other neighbors yards.

Damage to our home? Zero. Nada. None.

My husband surveyed the neighbors' wreckage and shook his head. "Our trees need to go."

He'd been saying that about my beloved cottonwoods ever since we moved into our home eleven years earlier.

Day one of tree trimming. (Jake bought home 3 Symphony bars to sedate me.)

Even though I love basking in their shade, I also know those trees are old, shallow-rooted, and potentially dangerous.

Looking at them made me wonder what other potentially dangerous things I cling to.

Grumbling at my family?
Complaining about slow drivers blocking my path?
Grousing when things don't go smoothly enough to suit me?

Those things don't seem dangerous compared to a rampaging twister, but

Murmuring and complaining keeps me focused on negative thoughts.
It causes storms to develop in my heart and mind.
My bad attitude affects others.

Who wants to be around a grouch who's thundering about, squalling if she doesn't get her way?

The bible says,

"Do everything without complaining and arguing," Philippians 2:14

"...Watch out that no poisonous root of bitterness grows up to trouble you, corrupting many." Hebrews 12:15

When inner gales are gusting, I use a praise break like this one to tame the tempest.

Psalm 100
Shout with joy to the Lord, all the earth!
Worship the Lord with gladness.
Come before him, singing with joy.
Acknowledge that the Lord is God!
He made us, and we are his
We are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving;
go into his courts with praise.
Give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good.
His unfailing love continues forever,
and his faithfulness continues to each generation.

Focusing on God's love and faithfulness calms my internal storms. How about you?
What settles you when the tempests are raging?

Click on the links below to see photos of the twister's aftermath. By God's faithfulness, not one person was injured by the tornadoes.
Omaha.com storm pics

Watchers.news storm photos

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Jeanie's Three Quick Tips

7/2/2017

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Each month I share three quick tips in my free monthly newsletter.

To get organized
To simplify
To save money

Here's an excerpt from my July newsletter.
Happy Independence Day!

Jeanie's Three Quick Tips

Tip 1: Organize

Shh. I'm about to share the super top-secret tip to getting organized:
Get rid of what you don't need.

Last month author, editor, and all-around good guy Lee Warren hosted a 300 items in 30 days declutter challenge.
If releasing 300 items sounds overwhelming, think of all the old paperwork, unidentifiable blurred photos, and multi-piece toy sets cluttering your space.
To motivate yourself, count a pack of cards as 52 items. Plus jokers.
Click here to see what Lee's participants are selling, donating, and tossing out.

I pulled this photo from a Craigslist ad. The homeowner became fed up with the toy overflow, and posted them for free to the first person who'd pick them up. Literally.

So if your house is overstuffed with stuff, take that important first decluttering step---preferably without crud crunching underfoot.

Tip 2: Simplify

Grounding is beneficial. No, not the type that sends your teenager stomping off to their room.
Grounding, or earthing, is simple, free, and just might improve your health.
The Wellness Mama website offers an interesting article about the benefits of grounding, including better sleep and reduced inflammation.

Science folks, click here to read how the ground's free electrons enter the body, equilibrate with the electrical potential of the Earth, and stabilize the electrical environment of organs, tissues, and cells.

Everybody else, go outside barefoot for 15 minutes and see how much better you feel. Unless you step on fire ants, venomous snakes, or rampaging mutant iguanas.

Tip 3: Save Money

Knowing the difference between "Best by" "Sell by" and "Use by" dates can save you money on your grocery bill.
Allstate's newsletter offers a quick guide to those sometimes confusing labels.

My husband, Jake, eats meat that's so old Methuselah might have grilled it. This photo shows the expression he wears when I tell him I'm throwing out the three-week-old hot dogs fermenting in the back of the fridge.