Einstein the bird

Teamsters

Having a pet is rewarding in many ways.  Aside from the affection and unconditional love, lessons can be learned from them.  For instance, I’ve witnessed teamwork unlike anywhere I’ve ever seen.  My precious pooches, Dixie and Millie, work very well together in accomplishing their goal, whether it’s to feverishly dig a hole to China in backyard...

smear doggy dander all over my clean comforter...using it as a back-scratcher, 

sneaking off with and devouring a whole chicken carcass,

 or barking insanely at every leaf that blows by the window.  

It’s all collaboration.  A group effort to drive me insane.  They are like teenagers who are influenced by each other.  Team tagging trouble. One time, they got out the front door, and next thing I know, their off running straight towards a freeway, and I know Dixie was the leader in this joy journey.

I raced after them before they became roadkill. We only snagged Millie the youngest, Dixie felt she wasn't quite ready to come home, being all grown up and all, snubbed her face at us when we stopped the car, took a quick glance back at me and then obnoxiously took off again.  When we arrived home later that day, there she was just like the prodigal son, sitting in our drive-way, tail between legs, with a lowered head in shame, “I’m sorry”.  

Those two can be a handful to say the least.  

My cats, Tiger, Bella, and Holly show team work every day, as they chime in together excruciatingly requesting a meal.  

"Feed me, I haven't eaten since 3 minutes ago!"

We have witnessed them work impetuously together tackling a field mice scurrying across our yard.  Not a pretty scene.  And they always leave the remains right under my chair outside to show me their good work, ugh!  I do try to save the little critters when I catch the cats in the act, but they always manage to make it back into to the food chain. 

Our birds are such a treasure to watch, Dodie and Spencer, our two new parents of four finches.  It was amazing to watch them work non-stop to build the nest months before conception.  The nest was neatly tucked with cotton, hay, and grass feed all intertwined and mastered in such a way, it was just incredible.  Who but God give them the skills to build in such fashion?  Remarkable!  

The couple prepared, conceived, and then took turns warming the eggs.  They worked together forming a union of protection for their purpose.  The purpose of birthing those babies.  Our family watched in amazement as the miraculous almost as small as a fingertip finch opened their beak for feeding.  Spencer would swoop down to his meal bowl, and quickly soar back into nest to feed the babies.  Such dedication, such care, such inspiration as I think of how devoted this little tweeting fowl and his mate is. 

Does our households work with such determination?  Do we flock together? Do we work in harmony accomplishing the purpose God has created for us?  How do we encourage one another to endure, run this race our Creator has set before us?  What kind of nest have we built in our homes?  Is the environment uncomfortable, rocky, and spiking with attitudes of anger, resentment, or bitter jealousy?  

When our household gets too loud with gaming, music, or someone raising their voice, my birds are the first one to let us know to pipe it down.  They will squawk, until you shut it off.  They enjoy peace.  

Are we being careful to shut down the noise of discord in our households?  Are we squawking above the sounds of Satan trying to destroy the family unit?

We can take a lesson from these finches by working as a spiritual squad, flocking together to smooth out a foundation for birthing a blessed future.  It just takes some teamwork. 

Romans 15:5

"Now the God of patience and consolation grant you to be like-minded one toward another according to Christ Jesus."

Hebrews 10:24

"And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works."

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I WANT TO KNOW

What would it be like to 

know every day?

That every step you took was 

in your Father’s way?

To understand and comprehend the depth of His love

To know He’s always with us 

and not just above

What would it sound like when peace would flood my soul?

To know that every circumstance my Father has control?

Would it taste like ice-cream

 on a hot summer’s day?

Soothing and refreshing as it 

melts the heat away?

What would it feel like to 

fall into His arms

to always sleep in peace 

and never feel alarmed?

The waters fall and flood 

my soul daring to believe

And anxious to know…

I want to know

I want so to believe.

              

-Brenda Graff

Founder of Food For Soul Magazine

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RECIPE FOR RESULTS

Write down 3 things that you have faith about for yourself and 3 things that you have faith for others. What do you think would happen in the 6 areas if you added the ingredient of forgiveness? 

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GROCERY STORES & GOATS

            I usually enjoy grocery shopping unlike most, except on those few occasions where I have my younger children with me begging for toys or snacks.  They fuss when I say no with our already mounting grocery bill in line with every inch they grow.  Nonetheless, lately shopping has become challenging for me as I have been forced to using a scooter.  I had a botched ankle surgery that has left me in much pain when walking or standing on hard surfaces too long.  

Since the holidays approaching, it has become more difficult than the norm for me to shop.  There are people rushing from here to there in a hurry to grab and go, and not paying attention to those around them.  "Are you on fire?",  I ask.  "Dude, stop, drop, and roll!"

These are the ‘focused shoppers’ that will not let anything or anyone get in their way, including someone on a scooter.  

It reminds me of the show “Extreme Couponing”, where you find a coupon clipping crazed women racing through the store to snag up 5,000 pounds of dog food, and they don’t even own a dog.  I have been hit by carts whipping around a corner so fast that not even Superman could stop them, nearly leaving tread marks on my back.  

Then there are moments where I have to wait a century to choose an item off shelf because of shopper in front of me is catatonically choosing theirs. 

This is the ‘ingredient shopper’ memorizing the details of a product. They see me waiting, but refuse to step aside, and let me quickly get what I need. 

There is the ‘unconscious shopper’, with no ethics, empathy, or just plain rude!  This one will roll their cart right smack in the center of the aisle and leave it to walk fifty-feet away to get their item, knowing they have blocked other shoppers including the ones on a scooter.

 

I got my fill the week of Thanksgiving, but it doesn’t have to be a holiday week to have this happen.  This is a daily battle.  There is also the ‘thoughtless shopper’ I have seen parents leave infants, and small children in these carts while they walk several yards away with back turned to get their items.  

This is not only discourteous by blocking the others, but completely irresponsible as a parent or caregiver. Nearly 800,000 children come up missing each year according to (National Center for Missing and Exploited Children).  One lady left her cart literally right in front of me with a newborn in it.  I know I look trusting but did she really expect me to babysit this child?  I have six of my own, four grown, and though experienced was not in the market to watch another’s child.  However, I chose to stay put to ensure no one thought of taking that preciousness.  When the mother came to redeem her cart and child, I could not help but have a word with her on the art of practicing common sense while shopping with precious cargo.

There is the totally 'oblivious shopper', this is the one who walks through the store as if on a midnight stroll while talking on her cell phone, blocking passerbys, and those trying to get to shelf.  She is completely immersed in her conversation about next weekends agenda, and what her sister bought at the local boutique.

   

What I am saying is that shoppers need to be more considerate of those around them, especially to those who already are having difficulty getting around.  We scooter riders already have to overcome the stocking clerks, the pallets left in aisles, inventory takers, boxes, items placed too high on shelves, and children left to wonder aimlessly while Mommy chats on cell phone, and managing to get through store completely while scooter is still charged.

 

The whole shopping scenario reminds me of the story of the trolls under the bridge, Three Billy Goats Gruff. You know the story where three male goats had no grass left to eat near their abode, so they are forced to cross a river to get to a meadow or hillside on the other side of a stream in order to eat. To do so, they must first cross a bridge, under which lives a fearsome troll who eats anyone who passes that way. The smallest billy goat is the first to cross and is immediately stopped by the troll who threatens to "gobble him up!" 

The little goat convinces him to wait for the bigger billy goat to come across because he is larger and more gratifying as a feast. The greedy troll agrees and lets the smallest goat cross. The middle goat sees that the youngest one has crossed and reaches the conclusion that the bridge must be safe after all, but is also stopped by the troll and given the same threat. 

The second billy goat is allowed to cross as well after he tells the troll to wait for the biggest billy goat because he will have the most meat. The Third Billy Goat then gets on the bridge and is stopped by the hungry Troll.

  

I think of this every time I try to maneuver the scooter to reach an item and am stopped every few feet due to the thoughtlessness of some folks.  I usually have to circle the meat section several times before I can get to view it.  So I am not only speaking on my behalf but for every person out there who is forced to use a scooter to shop.  I put together an instruction manual on grocery store etiquette.

Steps to Grocery Store Etiquette

DO BE AWARE THAT YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY SHOPPER IN THE STORE, THE AISLES ARE NOT ONE SIZE FITS ALL, WE ALL HAVE TO FIT THROUGH.

DON’T BLOCK THE AISLE WITH YOUR CART, CHILD, OR CELL PHONE CONVERSATIONS WITHOUT JUST CAUSE, i.e. building on fire, someone bleeding to death, catastrophic world event, acts of God, your paralyzed, or giving CPR

DO ASSIST A SCOOTER RIDER WITH A PRODUCT THAT IS OUT OF REACH, WE ARE NOT Inspector Gadget, and its just the nice thing to do.

DON’T RACE AROUND THE CORNERS LIKE YOUR ON FIRE; this is not the place to try out for Supermarket Sweep the television game show.

DON’T EVER LEAVE A CHILD UNATTENDED IN A CART!  THIS IS DANGEROUS! THIS LEAVES YOUR CHILD IN A POSITION TO BE ABDUCTED, AND CAN CAUSE INJURY!

·         More than an estimated 23,000 children under 15 are injured by shopping carts a year.          Falls from the cart are the most common cause of shopping cart-related injury in children under 5.

• Children 3 and under account for 78 percent of shopping cart-related injuries seen in children 14 and under.
• 1- and 2- year old have the highest incidents of shopping cart-related injuries.
• Among children under 5, the majority of shopping cart injuries are due to falls from the shopping cart. Shopping cart tip overs and children colliding with (i.e. running into) the shopping cart are other causes of injury.
• Approximately 5 percent of all shopping cart injuries in children under 5 involved a child falling from/with a car seat placed on the shopping cart.
• Falls from shopping carts are among the leading causes of head injuries in young children.

Statistics found at:  www.sw.org/trauma-center/shopping-cart-safety

DO FOLLOW THE GOLDEN RULE, Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. You never know if you or a loved-one may have to use a scooter someday.

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JUST BREATHE

I've had to take a lot of slow breaths this year.  It’s been a difficult one.  Life happens, and it surely happened this year with one episode after another between family illness, crisis, sad news, and funerals.  Yet, I had tried to focus on finishing a book I had been writing.  It’s a lengthy process with editing, query letters, and submissions. This is no easy task when you live in an environment with chronic interruption.

I need peace and quiet to focus on any writing project.  As I was typing this, my family was asleep; therefore, I had a silent abode…until the cats discovered the pounding of the keys, the dogs began stretching, birds chirping, and my daughter strolled in to make hot chocolate.  It was Saturday for goodness sake!  Everyone should have been sleeping in.  It’s ironic how I can hardly get everyone up during a work week, but as soon as I sit down to write while the sun hasn't blinked an eye on the rise, they wake up in droves flocking to the kitchen…which is where I write.

 

This is where I plug into instrumental music, or sounds of ocean waves using my ear buds to escape the commotion. I keep writing as I try to drown out the drones of clanking dishes, kid squabbles, dogs barking, birds chirping, the cat’s nagging meows, and hubby questioning me, “Where’s the creamer?” while staring into the fridge puzzled as if viewing the infamous “Where’s Waldo?” book. And sadly, it’s in front of his face!  "Dude get your magnifying glasses! Oh, that's right, you can't find them".

It’s exasperating sometimes.  Actually, it’s disheartening to have a passion for an activity that is constantly put on the back burner due to responsibilities, whether a job, parenting, caring for the ill, or housework.  It is never easy being a mom or wife!  If it is for some, then they either have hired help, disposable dishes, self-destructing dust bunnies, and mobile shower unit to their child’s bedroom, or rarely home.  Plus, their husband’s are GPS programmed to find anything anywhere (as wives/moms are) a-n-d they DON’T snore! 

Choosing to stay home to raise or home-school a child isn't an easy decision.  There are no breaks, little to none adult time, or much conversation with someone taller than 4 feet for some.  It can be very isolating, especially when most of the women you know are past child rearing years. I’m a grandmother twice and nearly into retirement years!  By the time my youngest graduates, I will probably be searching for my misplaced false teeth, sitting in the wrong car at a neighbor’s house waiting to get to ceremony, or having difficulty with my depends staying in place. 

There are days I wake up already frustrated knowing the battles lined up for me.  Before my feet ever touch the floor, I sense my breath becoming heavier with each sigh. I gingerly place that first foot to ground thinking to myself, “Do I dare get out of bed?  Lord, Jesus you have got to help me today…I can’t do this… but you can”, I pray.  There are other days that are invigorating, exciting, and I am overwhelmed with gladness and feel God’s presence so strong, nothing phased me.  Oh, how I wish it could be like that every day. 

To be able to bask in God’s presence in every stride of a day would be such splendor.  Sometimes, I wish there were a wall around me where nothing; not the cares of this world, or foolish acting people could get in between my Abba Father (Daddy) and I.  I cherish those moments with God when all is still, and I can just breathe in His mercy, love, patience, kindness, and peace. 

Even as I wrote this, I could hardly hold the tears back. I had one of those moments with God.  Oh, how He loves us.  I could feel His wings of peace surround me. In His presence I am safe, and nothing I have to face today can take away from that.  I’m not proud of the fact that I can sometimes become frazzled over circumstances beyond my control.  In those moments, it is usually that I have taken my eyes off my refuge and strength, who is also my Creator.

It is when I allow the noise of this world’s negativity, selfishness, and arrogance scream volumes in my ears.  The only sound we need to focus on, are the echoes of our Master’s hush.  It is being still and quiet in those moments when everything around you is pounding pandemonium.

Psalm 46:10 

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”

God is King, and a King creator.  There is no one or anything greater, or more powerful than He. Not a stubborn teen, demanding spouse, belligerent boss, or bill collector can take away the breath of His presence, strength, and beauty. 

We need to remember this every time we are weighed down with the characteristics of a careless driver, over-zealous tongue with injuring words, a voice on the phone bringing bad news, or tension threatens to topple over everything in our tents. 

Breathe…breathe in the presence of God. Breathe in His serenity, hope, and strength.  It is the breath that brings you to life with joy, and laughter.  It is at times the breath we take in that when captivated by the awesomeness of God, we become keenly aware of his autonomy (self-sufficiency).  He’s got it!  He doesn't need our help. 

We don’t need to be overwhelmed.   We just need to breath…breathe in Him…where we are renewed, strengthened, and brought to life.  It’s better than hyperventilating your way through havoc.  Just breathe.

There are many Hebrew definitions of the word "Breathe", but one that stood out to me most was this one:

'abah aw-baw' :--consent, rest content will, be willing.

We have to choose, be willing....to deliberately breathe in God to experience contentment.  When we do this, we are submitting, giving God permission to put us in His presence of peace.

Ezekiel 37:5

This is what the Lord God says to these bones: I will cause breath to enter you, and you will live.

Ezekiel 37:9

He said to me, “Prophesy to the breath, prophesy, son of man. Say to it: This is what the Lord God says: Breath, come from the four winds and breathe into these slain so that they may live!”

Job 33:4

The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.

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 "This is the Air I Breathe" By Nicole Binion

Brenda A. Graff
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SERVING UP WARM FUZZIES 

Preparing for the holidays usually calls for a massive overhaul of our home. The major cleaning begins around the end of October and we hope to finish at least an hour before guest arrive Christmas Eve!  It really is a long process, especially with my kids, I have to constantly follow behind making sure there isn't dirty socks shoved in sofa, perhaps a sucker stick wedged in between the t.v. remote and chair or a plate left under bed now growing hair.  

I have to painstakingly go over every crevice and corner repeatedly to ensure my children's belongings, and evidence of eating experiences aren't buried, shoved, or stuck to something.  If it smells like something has died, then chances are it has....buried underneath my children's laundry!  Which is why I won't own pets that can't fly, swim, climb, or jump to their freedom.

I ran across this blurb I wrote a few years ago about the process.  I had the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas running through my mind as I was merrily (ha) going about my business of banishing all toxic waste from our house!  

Cleaning with kids in the house...is like
brushing your teeth while eating an Oreo!

-December ????  

I have been cleaning since I dropped the kids off at school this morning, de-cluttering, de-junking, and getting rid of anything and everything that resembled a waste by-product...in the process I found:

12 DIRTY SOCKS, 

11 PILES OF LAUNDRY, 

10 LOADS WERE TOWELS, 

9 LEGOS LAYING, 

8 MARKED UP WALLS , 

7 STRAINS OF SMELL, 

6 TIMES I GAGGED, 

5 GROSSED OUT CLOSETS, 

4 TIMES CALLING JESUS, 

3 OLD FRENCH FRIES, 

2 FUZZY PLATES, 

AND A PARTIAL EATEN SANDWICH FROM WHEN THE KIDS WERE TWO!

If you find yourself stressed over your mess, humor yourself by singing this jingle.  

Brenda Graff
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TURN THE VOLUME DOWN PLEASE!

Here we are barely through Thanksgiving and Christmas is already here.  The stores decorated by October 1^st to get us thinking ahead, as if we didn’t have enough to worry about.  The television commercials were already showing icons of jingle bells, Santa, and overselling the ‘got to have it’ items to the children’s audience.  

I was sorely disappointed when I found my favorite channel showing Christmas programming before November and taking over my favorite comedies.  For goodness sake, can we concentrate on one holiday at a time?  

I do enjoy the holidays.  I love the nostalgia of it all, but do not appreciate the over-crowded stores, long lines, aisle-ragers, or watching people stress over the pressure of what to buy.  It drives me insane to think that we have become so commercialized.  

Our society has become so stressed and caught up in the daily dismay of ‘to do’s’. We hardly take time to converse anymore.  I can recall several times being asked how I was doing and then leaving the scene before I had a chance to answer.  Seriously, why bother asking, if you’re not going to stick around to find out?

Yes, we all have agendas, schedules to meet, places to go, people to see.  Yes, it's now Christmas time.  However, I cannot recall a single moment in scripture where Jesus was so hard pressed for time he didn’t take the time to visit with someone.  We can be on our way to visit with someone and still come off as unwelcoming and too busy to say hello and mean it. 

Luke 10:30-33  ESV  

Jesus replied, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he fell among robbers, who stripped him and beat him and departed, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a priest was going down that road, and when he saw him he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he journeyed, came to where he was, and when he saw him, he had compassion.

Did you get that?  The priest saw the beaten man but didn’t stop.  A minister of God didn’t stop!  We must be careful not to become consumed with our duties, ministries, or agendas that we miss out on the opportunity God may be trying to use us in. The scripture below is a perfect example of what some do when making plans for holiday gatherings. 

Luke 10:38-42  ESV

Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”

How many times have we been so busy preparing the house, cleaning, cooking, and making sure everything is in a state of perfection before allowing guest into our homes?  Or worse, guest arrives and you’re still busy running around straightening up, and picking up their plates before they finish their last morsel. 

Sometimes while sitting in front of guest, before long I’m dwelling on loading dish-washer, checking bathroom to ensure towels are still in place, taking out trash.    Some call this OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder).  I call it OCAD (Overly Concerned and Distracted).  

It’s vital to make time to engage in conversation.  You can’t build relationships without communication. Texting, tweeting, and Facebooking doesn’t count!  Those dishes can wait.  The laundry isn’t going to fly out of the basket in a rage if put off.  The floors, well don’t get me started on floors.  However, I am learning that sometimes those floors will have to be dirty, we have pets, we have kids, and we have construction mud from Hubby’s boots.  It isn’t toxic waste, just filth.  I read this wonderful passage from one of my favorite writers.  

Erma Bombeck had written this piece when she found out that she was dying.  

If I Had My Life to Live Over

-By Erma Bombeck

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

 

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the “good” living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television, and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love you’s.” More “I’m sorry’s.”

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it… live it… and never give it back.

Be deliberate! Spend your God-given time to encourage, and engage in others while doing your to-do’s.  Let the volume of love resound at Memorex levels. Turn the volume down on distractions that detour your purpose, God’s purpose, His love for His people.

Keep in mind that holidays are difficult for many who have lost loved ones, broken relationships, job loss, illness or homelessness.  Suicide rates heighten during the holidays.

 

Take time to pay attention. Listen to those around you.   Turn down the volume of your busyness. Listen to the Holy Spirit as He leads you to someone in need of a touch from God.  You never know, that person you just brushed off, may have had an encouraging word for you. 

-Brenda A. Graff

Founder of Food For Soul Magazine

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