By Lysa Terkeurst, Zondervan, 2010. 225 pages, Available on Amazon new, used, or Kindle editions.
Lysa Terkeurst is president of Proverbs 31 ministries and no stranger to book titles. While many of her books deal with subjects for younger women, I had not picked up any of the titles although I had several recommend Unglued to me. Out of curiosity I picked up Made to Crave and Terkeurst’s writing style was easy to read but also profound. She is transparent and oh so authentic!
The book has 19 chapters with titles such as “Friends Don’t Let Friends Eat without Thinking,” “I’m not defined by the Numbers,” “But Exercise Makes Me Want to Cry,” and “Why Diet’s don’t Work.” My favorite chapter in the book is “The Very Next Choice we Make.” Since this book is something I needed to meet my constant struggle with weight loss, I read the first twelve chapters rapidly. Then one thing after another seemed to stop me from coming back to that bookmarked place. Well, confession is, I had lots to think about in those first 12 chapters and felt a bit overwhelmed to go on! Slowly, I moved on but once I got to chapter 17 the last three chapters were a breeze.
My advice is: do not skip any of the chapters and read them in order or the book will not be the help you need. Terkeurst sometimes labors a point to death and I did skim here and there thinking, “Oh, I get it, let’s move on.” The book is written with reflective questions at the end of each chapter, and frankly, I skipped most of those too because they are written in for group study purposes.
Yes! I highly recommend this book. It has depth in the three most needy areas of anyone struggling with weight loss: physical, emotional, and spiritual needs. My only negative comment would be the use of so many different versions of the Bible. She does not always identify the version and my natural propensity is to know the Scripture content based on translation. Since she often uses the English Standard Version, and New King James, and the King James, I made it through and by the end of the book, it just did not bother me at all.
I have the Kindle version and found myself highlighting as I read so that I can go back and read my notes when (not if, when) I get tripped up or stalled. This is a book you will want to read, and reread, and never loan or give away to anyone else.
After a week of eventful stomach and intestinal virus “bugs” in the house, my daughter described the germs as “little green bugs with red eyes” jumping on the beds, flying into hair, splashing in the shower, and laughing with wicked peals.
While they were under siege with three out of four children coming down with this one at a time, I was laid up with the repiartory disorder commonly called the flu. I don’t know if my bugs were green, but one thing for certain, they were having a heyday at my house.
Debby and I both used the same method of attack: Lysol®, hand sanitizer, and fresh air. I hope they are gone. I don’t wish their party on anyone.
Now, if only we would look at sin the same way. Visualize that temptation to sin as little green bugs with bulging red eyes accompanied with shrill, taunting laughter. All too often sin is disguised as a pet; it is something to be coddled and caressed! The well-used illustration of identifying sin the same as a shirt still is a good illustration. If it is doubtful, it is dirty.
The Apostle Paul described it this way: “All things are lawful unto me, but all things are not expedient: all things are lawful for me but I will not be brought under the power of any.” (I Corinthians 6:12) Those things that are not expedient sometimes have a power of their own. Addictive things that drive a wedge of sin between me and my relationship with God are like those little green bugs with red eyes! Whether it be music, anger, appetite, or immodest dress—you identify it for yourself—it is sin and should be purged out.
Proverbs 14:34 tells us that “righteousness exalteth a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people. Beware of those little green bugs with red eyes!
Customer service is a special commodity in 2015. With the electronic age closing all around us, our customer service is limited to selecting the correct number on an automated answering system. Last week I found a new high number selection on an automated dialing system. It went all the way to nine. Usually nine is reserved for those of us who now have written three possible choices for our problems and now must eliminate further by selecting “9” to repeat the menu options.
The sinker in all of the automation is that once we have entered a 15 digit number and reached another service line, they ask us to repeat the number, all 15 of them, and when an actual living person comes on the line, they ask for the number again! Why? I just gave it to you twice, I think. Since I now do not want this knowledgeable person to go away, I kindly give that long number once again.
A few days ago I stopped, pumped my own gas, and forgot to wash my windshield. I wondered as I drove away (not wanting to back up and annoy the person behind me in line) if any station in town is a “full-service” station? I would pay more for my gas if only someone would pump it for me, and wash my windshield. In fact, I might splurge and tell them to fill up the tank!
Wouldn’t it be a pleasure to exchange an item in a department store if we did not have to play a game of twenty questions in order to do so—and then be rejected because the exchange day expired yesterday.
It is times like this that I am thankful I am just passing through this world; my home is in Heaven where everything is perfect. When I do as Jeremiah 33:3 commands, no option list appears. Imagine this: “If you are calling for financial assistance, press 1; if you are calling about illness, press 2; if you are calling in emergency, hang up and call 911. Simply call. “Call unto me and I will answer three and shew thee great and mighty things which thou knowest not.”
It is winter. Soup is wonderful in the winter so I started soaking my great northern beans last night in preparation of my homemade bean soup. When I set it to cooking this morning my mouth began to water thinking about how tasty it would be. It was with relief that I saw on the plastic bag full of beans that there is absolutely no sodium in great northern beans. I did not add any either.
Those beans also sent me on a trip down memory lane. One of the products my dad planted on our family farm each year was great northern beans. Dad was the only person who paid much attention to the beans until they were harvested. I’d see those heavy 100# bags of beans in the grain bins and groan.
I was a child, it seems, a hundred years ago, living on a small farm in a tightly-knit community. My mom traded eggs from our chickens and those dry bean. She took them to the back of the store for the storekeeper to tally and then picked items like coffee, sugar, peanut butter, and flour. When she approached the lady at the big cash register, the amount of money for the eggs and beans paid for the groceries and usually Mom had some cash to stash away for a time when the hens were not laying as well. Honest, that was in the 1950’s, not in Little House on the Prairie.
Those beans were the unwelcome sight to me as after supper the dishes were washed and out in the dining room dad had already a big heap of dry beans for us to sort. We didn’t sit and watch television. Nope. I sat there at the table with my parents and grandfather and sorted out the small sticks, pod pieces and, even a stone sometimes, and broken beans. Mom weighed them and put the good beans into a separate pile for selling. We also ate our own product on a regular basis during the winter.
That memory is a precious one to me now. Since those days I have found Christ as my personal Savior and studied His Word. Esau sold his birthright—a big deal—for a bowl of bean soup. Esau thought he might die of hunger anyhow, so he gave up his coveted position of the oldest in the family for a bowl of soup. What is it that we all too hastily give up for a fleeting pleasure rather than wait for God’s best gifts?
I’ll be eating bean soup once a day now for about five days and thinking about foolish Esau. I’ll also think of the times I passed up a golden opportunity for something far less. My own mess of pottage.
My posts have been slow coming, but not because I have forgotten this place. God keeps speaking, I keep listening, but I do not always keep writing!
After seen days of unuttered grief, Job sits alone. Hearing of his great loss, Bildad, Eliphaz, and Zophar agree to mourn with Job. He is barely recognizable when they approach him Consolation seems to evade them and for seven days and nights they sit speechless with the suffering Job. I have found myself in that place of having nothing to say but to only be present when there is a great loss in a friend’s life. Presence matters.
Finally, after seven long days and nights, Job speaks. One at a time these loyal men try to find something to say that might help. Their words are feeble. By chapter 14 of Job, I find that Job now speaks in defense and some understanding and it is difficult to tell at this point if Job is responding to the friends, or is talking to God. You and I do the same thing. We walk around talking to ourselves and then launch into discussion with God. We say things such as “Why?” and “I don’t understand,” or “Please. . .”
In verse 5, Job acknowledges that it is God who created him and after that is when I cannot discern if he is talking to Zophar or to God. Verse 16 reveals a wonderful truth: someone is numbering his steps. Is it his friends who are watching him? If so, then he must guard those steps. Job knew that. Do we know that? Our example counts just as much as Job’s example counted.
Job did not have the Psalms at his disposal because he lived perhaps hundreds of years before David was born. We have the benefit of being able to turn to Psalm 37 and see in verse 23 that the “steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord.” God’s eye was upon Job, His eye was on David, and His eye is upon me.
It’s been nearly a year since I took a misstep and my tooth went right through my lip. In the aftermath I thought of those words about our steps. Job’s words made me think of them again this morning. The children’s song reminds us “Oh be careful little feet where you go. . .”
I hope you find joy walking with the Lord. Yesterday I heard someone on the radio say, “If only we would just live in God’s presence instead of always trying to impress Him.” Just walk with the Good Shepherd and be calm in His presence. Job so walked and sat in the presence of God that it is difficult to discern whether he was talking with Zophar, or with God. Oh that my communication with God were that sweet!
“But we can’t afford it. You must think that money grows on trees!” Mr. Isaac Barnswallow was speaking.
“But we just must keep up with the other Barnswallows,” answered Rebekah; Mrs. Isaac Barnswallow, that is.
“All of the other Barnswallows are lining their nests with down,” and wit that she pulled her handkerchief out from under her wing and started to cry.
“All right, all right,” said her husband, “I will see what I can do, but feathers are very expensive this year.”
Mr. Barnswallow was smart when it came to business matters so he made a plan. He was also very industrious. “The early bird gets the worm” was his motto. So the next morning by the time the other birds came to the barnyard to dig for breakfast worms, he had already collected a supply and had opened a little restaurant under an oak tree in the corner of the barnyard.
On the outside was an attractive sign, “Swallow at Barnswallows.” Mr. Barnswallow stood in the door and called to the passing birds, “Worms for feathers; get your breakfast here. Why take the time to dig for your breakfast. My worms are guaranteed to be slick and boneless.”
“How much are your worms?” asked Speedy Skylark as he paused in front of the door. Speedy’s real name was Joseph, but since he was so fast and quick on the wing, his school mates had named him Speedy. However, Speedy was anything but quick around the house; in fact he was lazy—so lazy that he hated to dig for morning worms.
“Two for a feather,” answered Mr. Barnswallow. “How many will you have?”
“I’ll take four please,” answered Speedy. Turning he plucked two feathers, one from each wing, and handed them to Mr. Barnswallow. He gobbled down his four worms and hurried away to school.
“Two feathers don’t matter,” he said to himself. “It is so much easier to trade feathers for worms than to dig for them. I’m so glad Mr. Barn swallow has opened a restaurant.”
Of course Speedy did not eat there every morning. Sometimes he dug his own breakfast. But there were quite a few mornings when he roosted late or felt lazy. At such times he would rush over to Mr. Barnswallow’s and exchange two or three more feathers for worms. However, after a month or so, he did not have many feathers left. Still Speedy did not think it mattered very much—at least that is what he thought until yesterday.
Yesterday was the day of the big Wing Meet, with birds from all over Skyland County gathered from the race. The Wington School was in first place with 256 points up to the very last race which was the 100 yard flash. Speedy had been selected to represent the Wington School in this particular race because he had won it the year before. It was generally agreed that no bird was more swift and quick on the wing that Speedy.
“Ready,” said the referee, “on your limb, Go!”
Speedy darted forward with all his might, expecting to be in front all the way. To his amazement, three other birds were ahead from the start. Half way to the goal, two others passed him. That left only Pete Buzzard behind. Pete was considered graceful on the wing, but the slowest bird in all of Skyland County. Just short of the finish line, Pete soared past Speedy, leaving him seventh and last in the race and throwing the Wington School from first place to third in total points.
“What was the matter?” said Bald Eagle, the coach to Speedy after the Meet. Speedy could only hang his head. Deep in his heart he knew what was the matter.
That night he could not sleep for worrying. then there came to him what he thought was a wonderful idea. The next morning he was up bright and early and out digging worms, even before Mr. Barnswallow arrived. When Mr. Barnswallow did appear, Speedy rushed up to him.
“Look, Mr. Barnswallow,” he said. “I have a box full of worms. How many feathers will you trade me for these? Please, Sir, I want my feathers back.”
“Trade you feathers for worms?” said Mr. Barnswallow. “Why you silly little bird. My business is to trade worms for feathers, not feathers for worms.” With that he turned and walked away chuckling. Speedy was alone and broken hearted.
Speedy trudged home with the box full of worms and told his mother the whole story. “I am so sorry, Mother What shall I do? Will my feathers grow out again? Will I ever be able to fly fast again?”
“I do not know,” Mrs. Skylark answered slowly. “We can only wait and see. You must remember that God has given us some things which He expects us to guard and keep at all times. If we fail to do that, and allow them to get away from us, we can never buy the back again at any price.”
Poor Speedy! Mr. Barn swallow was right. What a silly little bird to trade his beautiful, wonderful feathers that God had given him, for worms!
Story first published as “The Skylark” by G. H. Charnley, published by Allenson and Co., London, England and used by permission in Birdlife in Wington, by J. Calvin Reid, published by Eerdmans Publishing Co., Grand Rapids, MI in 1948. Now out of print.
After a search on Amazon.com I found old copies available but at collector’s rate. (range from 25.00 to 86.00) It may be that someone could put it back into print and if so, that needs to be checked first before passing this story on to someone else.
Don’t you love to get a coupon that has the words, “No Expiration Date” on it? Although it is rare to find such a coupon, I love to get one and hold on to it! After all, coupon clipping can become a tedious job of filing into categories, and then also by the ones that are going to expire first. I had a slot in the front of my coupon holder that was titled, “Soon to Expire” for just that reason.
Handicaps bring with them limited ability. Perhaps ability is limited in mobility, or vision, or even speaking. Even emotional stability has limitations. A busy mother or employee sighs and mumbled to himself, “I cannot do this anymore,” and just wants to quit.
In contrast to our human, finite abilities, we can turn to the pages of God’s Word and find the limitless qualities of God. Power to open the Red Sea, power to give sight to blind eyes, power to encourage a faltering heart—those are just three of countless ways God cares for His own. All we need to do is open our hearts to see the possibilities!
This morning I had the pleasure of teaching my local group at the Senior Center about Hagar. I love the passage where Hagar has run away from Sarah. Hagar sits weeping and bewildered when a messenger from God speaks to her. She recognizes that it is God giving her a message of hope. This is Abraham’s God. Questioningly she speaks, “Thou God seest me?” Then as if a light broke through her senses, Hagar understood that not only did God see her, now she was seeing God. This God of Abraham could be her God!
It is good for us to remember that we cannot put God in a box and expect Him to work in only a certain way. God has limitless ways to prove His unconditional love, mercy, grace, peace, joy—well, the list is almost limitless! All of what we can possibly think, and then so much more is at our disposal if we will just look into God’s Word in faith that we will find Him there. God is watching, listening, reaching out to us whether we are rejoicing or in anguish.
You will find the account of Hagar in Genesis 16, and again in chapter 21. It is more than a story; it is an account of how God reached out to a lonely, frustrated servant girl.
Final Justice at Adobe Wells
by Stephen Bly
Crossway Books, ©1993, 232 pages (Large type edition)
Genre: Old West Western Fiction.
“Coffee in a tin cup is either too hot or too cold. The secret, in Brannon’s mind, was to let the heat warm your hands and the steam soothe your face until the exact moment the brew was barely cool enough to be drunk. Then it took about three quick gulps to empty the cup. He sat cross-legged by the fire, debating whether the perfect moment for gulping the coffee had come, when. . .”
This excerpt comes early in chapter two. Bly has a way of deftly wordsmithing scenes that makes the reader comfortable. I needed that comfort after chapter one where the book goes into an immediate train robbery—that gives a mild introduction to the rest of the book! Final Justice at Adobe Wells is book five of a seven book series written by Stephen Bly. Bly came to my attention when I first worked in a Christian bookstore. Customers recommended his works to me and after reading one book, I was hooked. Stuart Brannon appears periodically in other books that Bly crafted and then, wrote a whole series with Stuart Brannon as the fictional Arizona territory legend.
Unlike most western themed books where there are whisky guzzling, tobacco spitting, and cussing lead characters, Brannon is a refreshing tough guy who is clean from such habits. Not one word of profanity can be found in these books, yet the bad guys are extremely bad and meet justice at the hands of Brannon and his side kick, Edwin Fletcher. Fletcher is a dignified Englishman. He might be a gentleman in every respect, but he does know how to handle himself in a fist fight or shoot out.
A touch of romance enters this book as in others in this series, but no woman can ever seem to meet the wonderful qualities of Brannan’s wife, Lisa, who died in childbirth. Until this book, Brannon’s heart is never stirred. But, I won’t spoil the book by telling you too much as to spoil the ending.
I highly recommend any of Bly’s books and particularly this one. Here is an upright character who holds more than his own in the Wild West. The pages are action- packed but also hold tender times when the reader knows Brannon has a heart of gold. Try it! I found this book in the large print section of my public library but the books are also available on Amazon.com for Kindle® readers as well for the modest price of $4.99 each.
Book 1 in the series introduces characters that appear throughout the series and is titled Hard Winter at Broken Arrow Crossing. Now, I am reading book six with one more to go. It will be with reluctance that I will leave book 7 because Mr. Bly died while he was writing the book and his wife, an author herself, finished the book for him. It is titled Stuart Brannon’s Final Shot and it may signal a fatal end. Sniff.
Here is another document that has been lying dormant in my document file since 2005. I first wrote it for an inspirational column in our local newspaper in Sevier County, TN.
See her, there in the shadows scuffing along with her big tote bag? She is collecting items of interest to her from the trash cans in the alley. Her hair is unkempt under the gaudy hat she loved so much she traded a pair of tennis shoes for it. The once lovely blue sweater is now stretched out of proportion, but it does provide some warmth for her thinning body. Her belly growls in hunger. She has not had a drink of water since she passed the city park four hours ago. Perhaps the bakery will have some burned bread this morning or the kind cook at the hamburger joint will give her a hot breakfast sandwich.
Do you feel sorry for her? Do you think that opportunities passed by her earlier and she failed to take them? Is she a failure? Who loves this little, thinning, ragged looking woman? You do. I know you do. You would wish to take her home, run a hot bath for her, and find some clean clothes for her while you open some soup and make a thickly piled sandwich for her. Your heart tells you that; yet, no one goes looking for her. Except for the grace of God, it could be you.
Should you have the opportunity to help her and not give her Jesus along with food, shelter, and clean clothing, the bag lady will go back to her old ways, and as Jesus predicted to the crowd who saw him cast out an evil spirit. Look at Luke 11:14—28. We can be made better, but still be empty. Unless the empty space is filled with correct desires, we remain empty and longing for better things.
But wait, I say, not so fast there my sister! Do not say with pride that you are better than the bag lady. Are you scrounging in the alleys of life looking to have your starving spirit appeased? You may even be unkempt in demeanor because the true state of your spirit is sad. Dear one, come to Jesus. Drink at His springs; be filled and refreshed; smile at the perplexities of life because your inner being is being restored day by day. Stay at His palace through the Book of Delights and wander no more in want. Jesus is waiting for you whether you are a new believer, or old one. Cast out the bag lady and be the princess God intended you to be.
James 1:19 “Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath. . .” Interestingly, when I looked up the Greek word for wrath in this particular verse, it means to rationalize. In other words, here, irrational. A reason for this verse is coming in the following anecdote.
I enjoy playing one game of spider solitaire per day. Generally I am not a card playing person because of its association with gambling. In my curiosity one day I tried this game on my computer and liked the decision making involved and started playing just one game a day lest I become addicted. Then, I started keeping score and competing against myself. In 2014 I played 366 consecutive games in which I won (on the beginner level). So, on January 5 the decision to change to intermediate level became a challenge to me. I lost miserably, again, and again. Since it was no longer fun, I decided to return to the beginner level. A box popped up that gave me the choice of erasing all scores and in my disappointment, I chose “yes.” Regretfully, that also erased all of my high scores and consecutive wins from all previous games! “No, No, No” I silently, solemnly wept. It was a choice that could not be reversed.
So it is with many of the choices we hastily make. I believe the idiom is, “Marry in haste and repent at leisure” or something like that. Many decisions we make in haste or disappointment, anger, or depression have the same outcomes of undeniable regret. We raise our voices in anger, and live in the regret of those moments of unchecked tongue. We might apologize even in remorse, but the angry words have done their damage. It cannot be undone.
Money decisions can be made in haste and the credit card bills come every month to remind us of that poor choice. We look at the envelope bearing the bill and say to ourselves, “I should not have done that.”
So, I am now on game 6 in consecutive wins. I’ll be careful about those check boxes! We are all just one click away from making decisions that can be life changing. Take your time before you speak, spend, or enter a door. One click can equal regret far more life-changing than my innocent computer game.
In haste, we can become irrational.