Tuesday, February 2, 2016

 PLEASE HELP


On January  31st Summer took Gracie to the E.R. to get answers of why Gracie was in so much pain.  The doctors came back with the news that they found a mass/tumor on her liver. The doctors told her mom, Summer that they would take Gracie by ambulance to Atlanta hospital. They are currently there now.  Summer lives in LaGrange and is gonna have to travel back and forth from Lagrange to Atlanta. This family needs lots of prayers and some financial assistance.  If you are able to help you can either click on link below to donate direct or mail a check made out to:  Jessica Stafford / 1719 Hines Rd. / LaGrange, GA 30241


Monday, February 1, 2016

FORGIVE 'TIL IT HURTS



FORGIVE 'TIL IT HURTS

By Brenda Graff

 


Forgiveness is a touchy topic.  It is a subject that  most try to 

avoid probably at all cost.  Why is that?  


I believe that it’s because it is one of the most difficult acts to 

proactively express.


Especially when it requires an act against every fiber of what your truly feeling.  It takes a lot to forgive someone that has hurt you deeply.  This can happen purposely, but many times inadvertently. Not everyone sets out to cause pain.  I believe that there are many of us who have probably hurt someone unknowingly, and that individual is still brooding over it thirty-plus years later.  Yet, we are going about our day on schedule as normal not giving it a second thought. Or on the other hand, your walking around with this deep seeded resentment that has hindered your present relationships, and the one who hurt you is living out their life in complete utter happiness oblivious to the damage left behind.  How do you forgive that?


I know you may be thinking it is impossible.  How can you forgive someone who has repeatedly hurt you?  This could be a child, sibling, parent, or spouse etc...  Most relationships outside of that you have an option to avoid.  Unless, you're co-dependent.  The only way to avoid family hurt is to move to another country, change your name, and keep an unlisted number.  But even in that, separation from family that is causing or has caused the pain can leave unforgiveness wounds for years…that will fester and travel with you wherever you move.  What about the people you deal with on a day to day basis?...  the obnoxious co-worker who flaunts their photos of travel and wealth while you haven’t seen a vacation in over twenty years,  the driver in front texting... sat at a green light you’ve been waiting on for nearly ten minutes, and as soon as you approach the light...it turns red, the inconsiderate shopper leaving cart in center aisle on cell phone, as your waiting patiently to reach your items…the overbearing boss who believes he holds the very essence of your livelihood in his hands…what about the folks who quickly throw stones at you without recognizing the bruises they should have received from the boulders that should have knocked them to the ground for their sins.  Forgiveness whether for family, friends, or the very society we live in HURTS!  


Just ask Joseph:  (The one with the coat of many colors)

Joseph faced incredible difficulty in the process of forgiveness.  The journey he went through led him to places, people, and into pain he never imagined he would experience.


“Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”  ― C.S. Lewis


Genesis 37:1

Jacob lived in the land where his father had stayed, the land of Canaan.


You must read the family line of Joseph to get the full picture of Joseph’s position in his family.


Joseph was sort of what some would consider an arrogant young man.  In which I believe the parents and probably a few favorite Aunts and Uncles contributed to.


Genesis 37:2

Joseph, a young man of seventeen, was tending the flocks with his brothers, the sons of Bilhah and the sons of Zilpah, his father’s wives, and he brought their father a bad report about them.  3 Now Israel loved Joseph more than any of his other sons, because he had been born to him in his old age; and he made an ornate robe for him. 4 When his brothers saw that their father loved him more than any of them, they hated him and could not speak a kind word to him.


His brothers had developed jealousy.  And jealousy can lead to some very dangerous deeds.  It can cause an avalanche of destruction within a home, marriage, between siblings, co-workers, and even in society.  All you have to do is turn on the news and within seconds you will hear of someone losing their life or on their way to jail over jealousy.  


HEBREW DEFINITION: JEALOUS

qana' kaw-naw' to be (causatively, make) zealous, i.e. (in a bad sense) jealous or envious: be (move to, provoke to).

Did you catch that (move to, provoke to)?  How often have you found yourself in a position in which you were moved to act in a way that was motivated by jealousy?  Did you regret your reaction?  How did it affect the person you acted on?  How did it affect you?


GREEK

ophthalmos of-thal-mos' from; the eye (literally or figuratively); vision; figuratively, envy (from the jealous side-glance).


Have you ever become jealous at a glance?  What I mean is, it is really easy to look on the outside of another life and think that there is something you’re missing.  They seem to have the great job, great relationship, great kids, etc.…and you find yourself not only envying, but wishing a comet would come down and blast their perfect world.  You just want to slap the happy off their faces.  Harsh words...  But, truth for many.


Genesis 37:5 Joseph had a dream, and when he told it to his brothers, they hated him all the more. 6 He said to them, “Listen to this dream I had: 7 We were binding sheaves of grain out in the field when suddenly my sheaf rose and stood upright, while your sheaves gathered around mine and bowed down to it.”


“Nana-nana Boo-boo, I’m better then you”, Joseph proclaimed.


You must have known that had to get his siblings blood boiling.  I’ve got six siblings. I remember growing up and dealing with this.  And I wasn’t always on the receiving end of it.  I had my arrogant part too at times.  And sadly, even to this day there are relationships broken over it.  Despite the crucifixion under conviction with Jesus in my life.  Some things just won’t mend until the recipient can let it go and forgive.


Genesis 37:8 His brothers said to him, “Do you intend to reign over us? Will you actually rule us?” And they hated him all the more because of his dream and what he had said.

Can you feel the tension in that room so thick you could cut it with a chainsaw?


Geneses 37:9 Then he had another dream, and he told it to his brothers. “Listen,” he said, “I had another dream, and this time the sun and moon and eleven stars were bowing down to me.”


Joseph, Boy!  You are already walking on very thin ice. Watch your words. Just imagine what his brothers must have been feeling.  They probably wanted to shank him right then and there.  Every fiber of their being was trying not to choke the cloak off him.  The audacity of it all.


Genesis 37:10 When he told his father as well as his brothers, his father rebuked him and said, “What is this dream you had? Will your mother and I and your brothers actually come and bow down to the ground before you?”

What would your reaction be if your child came to you and said, “You’re going to bow down to me?” 


I know, I would have to put myself in a strait jacket and time-out before ending up shipping mine off to a military boot camp or ending up in jail.  ‘Spare the rod…Spare the rod’.


But Joseph’s father handled it by keeping it in mind.  Which meant that he was examining the situation.  Was Joseph being haughty? Or was he prophesying the truth?


Genesis 37:11 His brothers were jealous of him, but his father kept the matter in mind.


His father was keenly aware of the situation, and probably I’m guessing…worried about Joseph’s welfare.  I’m almost certain Pop was under a lot of pressure thinking about how his favoritism caused such dissension between the boys.

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I used to love to re-arrange my living room at least once a month.  Sometimes it would be two times a month.  My husband would joke that if he were blind, he’d have a  stubbed toe every day of the week.  I was obsessive about change.  I love creating new environments.  I would set out with excitement and imaging how the room would look a certain way.  As I poured my morning coffee, and put on my music for motivation, my joy would quickly fade within an inch of first item moved.  I would often find dust bunnies the size of a sabre-tooth, and solidified socks that had been missing for months.  




Pulling back the furniture over it wasn’t an option.  I was going to have to get the broom and dustpan and sweep the mess out.  Sometimes, having to scare it out. Not knowing what live thing was growing in the mound of mess.  





In frustration, I would find that with almost every piece of furniture there were ugly surprises waiting for me.  Some too disgusting to mention here.  I’m sure you get the picture.  Let’s just say, it could definitely have been used in a science lab. 



Sweeping up the mess in Joseph’s dilemma wasn’t going to be that easy.


Genesis 37:12 Now his brothers had gone to graze their father’s flocks near Shechem, 13 and Israel said to Joseph, “As you know, your brothers are grazing the flocks near Shechem. Come, I am going to send you to them.”

“Very well,” he replied.


Jealousy breeds contempt.  It can cause a cataclysmic life not only within yourself but to those you are in relation with.  This would include folks you randomly deal with on a daily basis.


Genesis 37:14 So he said to him, “Go and see if all is well with your brothers and with the flocks, and bring word back to me.” Then he sent him off from the Valley of Hebron.

When Joseph arrived at Shechem, 15 a man found him wandering around in the fields and asked him, “What are you looking for?”  16 He replied, “I’m looking for my brothers. Can you tell me where they are grazing their flocks?” 17 “They have moved on from here,” the man answered. “I heard them say, ‘Let’s go to Dothan.” So Joseph went after his brothers and found them near Dothan. 18 But they saw him in the distance, and before he reached them, they plotted to kill him.


Jealousy kills.  It not only kills relationships, it can kill the soul.  It has been medically proven that jealousy can also bring about disease that can lead to death.  Worry, jealousy, moodiness linked to higher risk of Alzheimer's in women, study found in October 1, 2014, through the American Academy of Neurology (AAN), according to a nearly 40-year-long study.


19 “Here comes that dreamer!” they said to each other. 20 “Come now, let’s kill him and throw him into one of these cisterns and say that a ferocious animal devoured him. Then we’ll see what comes of his dreams.” 21 When Reuben heard this, he tried to rescue him from their hands. “Let’s not take his life,” he said. 22 “Don’t shed any blood. Throw him into this cistern here in the wilderness, but don’t lay a hand on him.” Reuben said this to rescue him from them and take him back to his father.  23 So when Joseph came to his brothers, they stripped him of his robe—the ornate robe he was wearing 24 and they took him and threw him into the cistern. The cistern was empty; there was no water in it. 25 As they sat down to eat their meal, they looked up and saw a caravan of Ishmaelites coming from Gilead. Their camels were loaded with spices, balm and myrrh, and they were on their way to take them down to Egypt.


Can you just imagine how Joseph was feeling right about now?  Here he is stripped of his precious coat of many colors, and something that was probably dear to his heart since made by his father. 

He is then thrown in the well with no way of escape as his brothers sit down to eat their lunch.  That's pretty cold.  I’m sure when he woke up that morning he wasn’t expecting for his life to come to a tragic end.  He had no idea his brothers were plotting evil against him.  He probably was skipping along the fields cheerfully as he was going out to meet them.  Joseph had no clue how his life was going to be jeopardized.


26 Judah said to his brothers, “What will we gain if we kill our brother and cover up his blood? 27 Come, let’s sell him to the Ishmaelites and not lay our hands on him; after all, he is our brother, our own flesh and blood.” His brothers agreed.  28 So when the Midianite merchants came by, his brothers pulled Joseph up out of the cistern and sold him for twenty shekels of silver to the Ishmaelites, who took him to Egypt.  29 When Reuben returned to the cistern and saw that Joseph was not there, he tore his clothes. 30 He went back to his brothers and said, “The boy isn’t there! Where can I turn now?”


Do you remember ever feeling as if a rug had been ripped out from under you? A person you trusted with every fiber of your being, someone you would trust your life with, suddenly do something incomprehensible to break your trust?  And the worst part is, you never saw it coming.


Can you imagine the blow that Joseph felt?  Here it is, his very own siblings, the ones’ he trusted enough to share his thoughts and dreams with, trying to kill him. And then to sell him as a slave?  Maybe he thought it was some sort of joke to teach him a lesson.  He probably regretted bragging at this point. 


What do you think he was feeling?  What would have been your immediate response?


If your anything like me, a human being, that is…there were probably many a tear shed, anger, disbelief, disgust, a deep gash to the very core of your soul. 


I don’t care how Christian you are; you are going to feel something that is probably not found in your theological vocabulary. 


The word Christian in Greek means:

adelphotes ad-el-fot'-ace: brotherhood (properly, the feeling of brotherliness), i.e. the (Christian) fraternity:--brethren, brotherhood.



Brotherhood.  NOT SAINT HOOD!


Definition of Christian according to Merriam-Webster Dictionary is:  One who professes belief in the teachings of Jesus Christ b (1) :  disciple 2 (2) :  a member of one of the Churches of Christ separating from the Disciples of Christ in 1906 (3) :  a member of the Christian denomination having part in the union of the United Church of Christ concluded in 1961



You can believe in Christ all you want, be a member of a mega church, sing in the choir every Sunday, and shout on Wednesday, teach Sunday school, and serve on the board.  You can have a pew named in your honor.  Walk around like Mother Theresa and lend to the poor.  It ain’t going to keep you from experiencing pain, nor reacting to it.


31 Then they got Joseph’s robe, slaughtered a goat and dipped the robe in the blood. 32 They took the ornate robe back to their father and said, “We found this. Examine it to see whether it is your son’s robe.” 33 He recognized it and said, “It is my son’s robe! Some ferocious animal has devoured him. Joseph has surely been torn to pieces.” 34 Then Jacob tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and mourned for his son many days. 35 All his sons and daughters came to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. “No,” he said, “I will continue to mourn until I join my son in the grave.” So his father wept for him. 36 Meanwhile, the Midianites sold Joseph in Egypt to Potiphar, one of Pharaoh’s officials, the captain of the guard.   Exerts from Forgive 'Til it Hurts  study guide Copyright January 2016.           


-To be continued

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Merry Christmas everyone!  Wishing all a wonderful start to a New Year!  It is possible!  I invite you to dive into our newest issue of Food For Soul Magazine, a very special anniversary edition.  I compiled 12 months of inspirational articles with new ones!  Pull up to the table and feast on some FOOD FOR THE SOUL! -Brenda



Tuesday, December 8, 2015

BLUE MONDAY...BLESSED MESS

BLUE MONDAY...BLESSED MESS




The first day of the week, Monday after Thanksgiving....I woke up in such a funk it was unbelievable.  What was wrong with me?  It was rainy and cold outside, but that never usually got to me.  It's perfect writing weather.  I knew I was a little worn out for one.  It had been a very long exhaustive week.  The kids and I had volunteered at a community wide Thanksgiving dinner the day before the actual celebration serving nearly 1,000 or more people.  I wasn’t stressed about doing that since I am passionate about this kind of work and since no one was coming for Thanksgiving at our home, I knew it would be a restful one with little preparation.

I had invited my adult children the week prior but hadn’t either heard back from them, or they had other plans as far as I knew.  Therefore, my husband and I decided we would cook a simple meal.  We were not in a hurry to clean the house, or prepping the meal all week like usual.  It was just going to be my two teens and us so no biggie. When I expect guest I usually prepare the foods days in advance, so all I have to do is heat up and serve on Thanksgiving.  

But as we all have experienced, things don't always go the way we plan.

So this is how the day went down.  My husband and I decided to sleep in instead of getting up at the usual 5 a.m. to prepare turkey.  I receive a text by Child #1 that she and her family were going to join us and that she was cooking some dishes.  I tiredly groan over to my husband announcing we needed to get up and start cooking.  We get into the kitchen where there were mounds of dishes from the night before.  Hubby commences to washing, and I begin preparing my cornbread for stuffing.  

Happily chopping away while listening to Christmas music…I suddenly realize the cornbread had a horrific odor.  Oh my Lord….I had accidentally cooked it with Masa instead of cornmeal! I had to toss the entire thing out!  I had no more ingredients to do a make-over.  I felt like I was working in Cut-Throat Kitchen where someone had traded out my ingredients for $5000 to sabotage me. What was I to do?  About that time Child #2 shows up.  We had no clue he was coming. Surprise!  

Instead of jumping up and down with the excitement of guest arriving, I immediately go into counting heads to ensure we have enough food.  He reassures me that there is no need to worry about cooking extra since he was just there to visit escaping the fact that others were expecting a meal.



Child #3 text me, on her way.  When she arrived, she comments… “Smells like tamales in here”.  Gee, I wonder why?  The chaotic cornbread was consumed by the trash and permeated the house.  Not the smell I was going for.  It wasn’t even 11 a.m. yet.  I’m getting a little panicked as turkey had been put in roaster literally one hour before their arrival.  I knew it wasn’t going to be ready till late afternoon.  It was a 25 pounder!  Anyhow, child #4 text me, “What time is dinner?”  I tell Hubby we have got to go to the store to get more food. We make a mad dash before store closes to find many other parents were in the same boat. 

The store was packed!  Items were missing off of shelves.  I couldn’t find even 1 can of French style green beans, my main purpose for running back to add to my small casserole. I improvise and find frozen.  Getting more mushroom soup, and other fixings, as hubby is now starting to huff and puff stating, “Do we really need that? My reply, “What honey?  You don’t want butter on your bread or mashed potatoes?”  No fried onions on the green-bean casserole?  As if I was randomly finding items to drain our bank!  I already knew we were in a tight spot and really couldn't afford the extra expense of food, but I couldn't just not prepare the meal for them. I allowed my mothering to get in the way of common sense. 

I should have just ordered a pizza and called it a day.

I was highly irritated by the time I got back to car when child #5 calls me, “Can you pick us up something to eat? We’re starving” Are you serious?  The fridge had breakfast items, lunch items, and milk.  All they had to do was prepare something.




I replied with some caution, but the answer was “UH NO!”  We were not spending another dime.  We get back to house where the dishes are still piled in the sink, no one bothered to help take care of them while we were gone so mom could have a clean work area to prep their food for consumption.  




I felt my heart begin to palpitate with agitation.  Big brother decides to take his totally deprived-of-food siblings for take out. Perfect timing to escape the catastrophe in my kitchen.  To top it off, it was a hot day for a holiday such as this and with all this cooking! We had freezing weather just days before, but on Thanksgiving the temp would climb to 80 degrees (but of course – only in Texas) would it change on that day!  I was about to go into self-combustion at what felt like 150 degrees in my kitchen.

  

have a very small kitchen, 1 counter split between sink that is cluttered with dish drain, coffee pot, and a few small appliances I use often.  The table in which I was to work on was covered in groceries and ingredients to prepare meal.  Our dining table was stacked with school books and work from all week.  I even turned to my desk which sits nearly next to stove and pushed my keyboard aside to chop veggies.  I was nearly in tears with frustration and overwhelmed trying to piece together a dinner that was nearly impossible in that tiny overcrowded room we call a kitchen.  I felt like I was working in a shoe box.




Why would they call this a room?  

The definition according to Merriam Webster dictionary is: An extent of space occupied by or sufficient or available for something <room to run and play>.  

There was nothing sufficient about this ‘room’!  I had more room in my utility ‘room’ to produce a meal then this tiny over cluttered kitchen.  My husband and I bumped into one another like ‘grumpier old men’ as we snarled a few times at one another.  




Can you feel the love and gratitude on Thanksgiving?  Truth, I was glad to see my children, but I suddenly was cast into this meal preparation I was not prepared for, and I certainly would not have stood on bad ankle serving the day before at a community-wide dinner if I knew I was going to suddenly be operating my kitchen like Chopped off of Food Network. 

I was lacking oven and stove-top space. Thank goodness we stuck the turkey in the roaster. I only did that to avoid an overly hot kitchen with oven on all day.  But, oh that wasn’t a problem either…because the oven quit working mid-way through cooking and especially after I had placed a rice casserole in.  






Can you say crunch crunch?  The rice never cooked thoroughly.  My adult children looked at me in disbelief when I started to cry during 3rd breakdown in kitchen, this time it was not being able to find utensils to stir food, measuring cups, or anything else I needed for that matter. 




My younger children #5, and #6 had flip idly stored them somewhere while putting away dishes, and probably in the same place our missing forks and spoons are. 

Like everything else that comes up missing in this house, they grew legs and walked off.



I was increasingly getting upset as no one, hardly offered to come in the kitchen and lend a hand until after my frantic mindset.  I was hurt. I was in disbelief that my children in which I have profusely taught charity, and servant-hood for nearly 24 plus years mostly believed in practicing this in someone else’s home…just not with their ‘mom’...well at least not that day. I get it, they are grown working, exhausted too...but not the teens, and besides Hubby was breaking his back over dishes constantly despite being on his feet all week and climbing ladders at work. Yet, they have on many occasions all in one way or another helped out growing up, whether it was changing a siblings diaper, mowing a lawn, cooking dinner, sweeping floors, mechanical work...helping us move...etc...they just weren't feeling it that day.

Everyone headed outside to visit and chit chat as I was still in the kitchen feeling jilted. Hubby even escaped the mayhams of my meltdowns. Finally, my middle son offered up some help on mashing the potatoes.  

My eldest son grabbed the ham that wouldn’t fit or cook in oven properly, grabbed some wood and tossed on the grill.  My husband grabbed his work torch to roast the sweet potatoes that didn’t cook in oven.  It was simply culinary.




Team work was starting to take place.  By the time my dinner was cooked, my kitchen looked like Thanksgiving had exploded in it.  Overflowing trash, chopped goods on floor, pots stacked in sink, herbs and spices spilled nearly everywhere, foil strung out, my nerves shot, and yet I knew this was the day to be thankful for.  I looked around and knew in my heart I had to find a reason to be thankful in all of this mess.  






It had been such a difficult week as it was with four major appliance break-downs and two of which took place on Thanksgiving.  









An automobile that was profusely leaking from every possible hose as if it were hemorrhaging…from being bludgeoned to death.  It's still screaming for its grave.  But I keep giving it CPR and hydrating it.  




I knew despite the crazy coincidence of crap falling apart, it was still a day to be thankful. As I focused in more on the overcrowded stove, I remembered a time I had no meal to cook. 

When I thought of the stove not working right, I remember not having a stove to cook on.  

To the right I saw the dishes mounting to be washed once again, and thought of the time when I had no running water.  

When I heard my children coming in and out of the house laughing and talking, I was reminded of a time when I thought I wouldn’t live to see them grow diagnosed with an illness that could have been terminal.  

When I began to complain about my ankle hurting, I remembered serving an elderly man at the community Thanksgiving meal the day before who had walked for miles on bad legs to bring some food back to his sick wife.
   
As I moaned over the vehicle trying to stroke out on me, I remember having to walk for several miles to and from work while carrying my first child nearly 30 years ago, and then toting two tots and newborn just years later for nearly 2 years to and from work on the metro. I’ve never had great success with vehicles.  They break down often.  In part because I have never owned anything new.  Not that I don’t desire it, just haven’t been able to.  We just finished paying off my middle son’s tonsillectomy, a student loan, $64,000 in medical debt over the course of six children, school fees, and replacing broken appliances over the years. Who can afford a new car payment?  Anyhow, getting off track here.  I didn’t want to spend my evening stressing or complaining. 

I realized I was operating in a Martha mentality:   

Luke 10:38-42 (NIV) 
At the Home of Martha and Mary 
As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.  But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” 

I didn’t want to be like Martha.  I didn’t want the opportunity to visit with my children to pass without me grasping those moments God has graciously allowed for me due to preparations.  I served the food, hot or cold, crunchy rice and all, sat down, and finally relaxed as I listened to them tell stories of my interrogation sessions when they were growing up.  They all had a good laugh on that one.  Just as we were wrapping it up with last visiting son heading out.

Child #1 calls to let me know she was just leaving from her home with goods, by this time the evening was over.  She was very disappointed.  We were wiped out. Lack of communication really can cause much undo chaos.  Planning a get together takes a little work, and needs communication. There is no reason between texting, FaceBooking, Twitter, or Instagram…that a child cannot communicate these days! And there is always the good old fashioned phone call.  Hmmmm that’s a new concept.  Off my mother ‘soap box’. 

Nonetheless, she was able to share her goods with her family.  I was blessed to have been able to break bread with five out of the six children I have Thanksgiving.   I may have woken up with Monday blues but I believe it had more to do with the fact that days before my tiny kitchen walls held laughter, family, and creative chaos even during the storm of trying to serve up a dinner.   It was more than just a blunder in my blender.  It was a blessed mess.



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