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My Friends Clean My Earwax

"Fee, what did you say that stuff is that you pour into your ears to get them clean?" I asked while poking my ear, hoping my finger would work like plunger to relieve the pressure.

--Colds are not fun.  It starts with a runny nose that turns into a waterfall.  Then somehow, the throat becomes puffy and dry while the nose is left shriveled and moist like a prune.  The worst colds can settle deep into the chest so that Sopranos sing Tenor and Altos just sound like a frog; other colds will merely place a pounding little drummer in the innermost parts of the head awaiting an explosion.--

"Hydrogen Peroxide. Setti, go grab some," Fee replied as her daughter dashed off for the miracle drug.

Two minutes later, I found myself lying on Fee's couch like a sick puppy begging for attention.  After she splashed some HP in my ear, I continued to lie helplessly, listening to the little volcano that erupted in my ear.  Our other friend Katie watched intently, amused by how something so small could remove the muffling earmuffs and drummer that pounded at my head.  So, she too, partook in the ceremonial cleansing.  For a good fifteen minutes we were under the care of "Dr. Fee."

Yep, my friends like to clean my earwax.

It sounds gross, but it's true.  Friends are notorious for cleaning up earwax.

A true friend lends their advice and "miracle drug" of a listening ear.  When down in the depths, when struggling even to roll out of bed in the mornings, a friend will lift you up and help you stand on your own two feet.  When the pressures of life pound at your head, and when stress seems to smother you whole, a true friend uses her "miracle drug" of companionship to relieve the pain.  When not only your eyes are puffy from crying so much but your nose is stuffy, too, a friend will sit beside you with a shoulder to lean on and a tissue in her hand.

Thank you, God, for friends that clean my earwax.
Proverbs 17:17

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To get those kinds of friends we need to learn how do we get saved.

I Have A Little Secret

Once in awhile, my husband and I go on a date night.  We don't go on a date night, we dress our best and splurge on this fancy little hole-in-the-wall restaurant not too far away.  The place is quiet and has a pleasant atmosphere filled with candles and soft music.  They play whatever we request that night.  We sit down at a comfortable table for two by a large window overlooking the soft fallen snow on a tree close by.  Placed before us are the best sets of dishes, cloth napkins, fancy menus, and an appetizer just waiting for us to dine.  The specialty there is the herb and chive cheese with vegetable crackers to start and a house salad just to wet our palates.  We always order the special of the day, whether it be the juicy New Orleans Grilled Chicken with Baby Snap Peas, the succulent Grilled Sausage with Seasoned Peppers and Onions, the Garden Vegetable Chicken and Gnocchi soup, or the loaded Supreme Stromboli with fresh Garlic Bread on the side.  For this special moment we sit with one another, face-to-face, and spend at least an hour dining and discussing our days, dreams, and hopes to come.  With our after-dinner coffee, we always look forward to our favorite choice of dessert (homemade chocolate cake a la mode, fresh banana pudding, or huge chocolate chip cookies with ice cream).  A night alone, just the two of us, with candles, our choice of music, a five course meal, conversation, and top it off with dessert.  Spectacular.

Actually, the best part about it is that it is "Free."  Yes.  You read that right.  "A free date night with my husband?!  Where he'll actually spend a whole hour talking with me and I feel no guilt?  How is that possible? I wanna free date night with my husband,"  I can hear you talking to your screen now.

I'll let you in on my little secret if you keep it that way. 

The truth is...
I love my husband.  I love him so much candle are lit throughout the house before he even comes home.  I love him so much that dinner is prepared even before he walks through our door.  I love him so much that a prepared and printed "menu" (thank you, technology!) awaits on the table so date night becomes official.  I love him so much we use the best dishes we own, dress our best, and spritz up the atmosphere with music, just for my husband.  Don't get me wrong, I'm far... FAR from perfect  (thank you, God, for giving me a patient husband.)  But it's worth it to try to show him that "I love him that much!"


We are the Bride of Christ.  Do we love Him so much that we will sit down and have a cup of coffee with Him every morning?  Do we love Him so much that we will plan a date night with Him, just so we can have an hour of uninterrupted conversation?  Do we love Him so much that we long to be with Him even to the point to give up our time, our energy, our life?

I hope you can say:

Yes, I love Him that much!

"Honey, I Think We Need to Have a Baby."

"Honey, I think we need to have a baby," I said the other night to my husband's attentive ears. "It will give us something to blog about," clarifying laughing with a smile on my face.

Isn't it true, though?  I have a new neice that is now 4 months old.  She is perfect.  She does no wrong.  Just ask the family.  It is true. She is beautiful...so beautiful even her mommy likes to pick her boogers (just ask).  She is blogged about, talked about, thought about, sought after, gived to, hoped for, and she is growing up so quickly.  As of now, the world revolves around her. Every picture that our family posts ends up with her in it...somehow.  Every blog that our family writes has her in the back of our minds if she is not the focus.  Every conversation that is held must have the words "Eden Claire" in it at least a dozen times.  But isn't that the way it's supposed to be?

We have a newborn brother or sister in Christ.  They are perfect ... for that very moment every sin has been washed away.  They have not yet done no wrong.  Just ask the family.  It is true.  They are beautiful.  But do we talk with them, pray for them, think about them, seek after them, give to them, hope for them, and see them growing up so quickly?  Do we take care of their every need and help them up when they are learning to walk?  Do we continue to feed them milk until they are ready for meat? 

Praise God for the new converts class!

Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?

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To find out how to become a newborn babe, search how do I get salvation.

 

"Who Ordered the Steak?"

Imagine one evening you and your family decide to splurge for a top-of-the-line Roadhouse dinner. You walk in, smell the aroma of steak sauce mixed with roasted peanuts and piping hot baked potatoes. Across the room you can see the grill fired up with smoke rising to the ceiling. Deciding not to spoil your dinner, you pass on the barrel overflowing with peanuts and merely walk on the crisp shells to grab a menu from the hostess' counter. Glancing over the menu, you quickly decide that it is a rare opportunity to share with your family; thus, you might as well go all out and order the succulent prime-rib.

Sitting down at the hardwood table you lean back in your cushioned chair listening to your stomach rumble. In just minute the feast should arrive before you ... piping-hot loaded baked potato full of real bacon bits and three gourmet cheeses, sauteed shrimp in a light buttery sauce, and juicy and tender prime-rib ordered just the way you like it. You peer across the crowded dining hall searching for your waiter with the massive tray in hand. Finally, what seems like hours, you spot him coming your way just in time.

One by one he carefully sets the each plate before the owner until he calls your own..."Who ordered the steak?" he asks. "Over here!" you exclaim while raising your hand. But instead he throws the plate in front of you without care; before you have a chance of rebuttal you are face-to-face with a slimy, stale peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "How could this happen?" you think to yourself. You begin to complain profusely to the waiter, but nonchalantly he explains they ran out potatoes at noon and forgot to take the steaks and shrimp out of the freezer. "Sorry, but this will just have to do."

Hungry and disappointed, you walk out with an empty body and discontentment.

The same is true for a student who walks away hungry if we as teachers do not serve the bread of life. As teachers of God's Word, it is our responsibility to be prepared. We must "order the potatoes and take the steaks out of the freezer" when serving up the most important meal of the day. As an Adult Bible Class teacher do you wait until Saturday until thinking about your lesson or pray and study diligently all week? As a Children's Bible Class teacher rush in last minute or know the memory verse by heart?

This week, I'm servin' steak.