Sweets for the Soul

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How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth! Psalm 119:103

When I was young, my Dad travelled extensively throughout Florida. At his homecoming, Dad surprised us with peppermints collected in restaurants during his travels. Dad’s return was all the sweeter because he brought mints with him. What a delicious memory.

When I think of Jesus, I borrow the words from the wonderful hymn “Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus.” In days of uncertainty with all of life’s trials and tribulations, it is worth remembering that we have a Savior who sweetens the pot and makes our life better. Not perfect but better.

I’m grateful for my earthly Father who was sweeter than words can express but I’m tremendously grateful for Jesus Christ who will never leave me and who promises so much more.

Sweet…

Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease;
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest, and joy and peace.

From my Dad’s mouth…

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Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. Philippines 4:11

I did not grow up poor but I do remember some months where funds were “tight” and we had to watch our pennies. I especially remember meals of toast and soupy rice. That is rice cooked in milk with butter and sugar garnished by a side of toast. For the record, it was delicious.

My father was an optimist. He would look at our meal and he would say “I wonder what the poor people are eating tonight?” Dad would say this in times of plenty and times of want. He knew that we would have days of blessings and days not so blessed.

Today, I sit here and feel sorry for myself over life events. It’s easy to do. The days where you just want to throw in the towel and give up.

But, my father’s words reminded me that I am blessed beyond measure and should have a heart filled with gratitude.

I don’t think these words came to me by accident, I believe “someone” wants me to remember his sage advice. I ask God to forgive me for wanting more.

I know He hears me.

I know my Dad is smiling.

I Hate Cancer! Remembering Karen Long.

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I will not die but live and will proclaim what the Lord has done.” Psalm 118:17

Cancer sucks

I don’t know any way to sugar coat that comment and make it more “religiously” correct. I just know that cancer has robbed too many of my loved ones of a few more days with their families.

For me, it is more than pink ribbons and races. It’s more than t-shirts, bottles, caps and blankets. It’s not an opportunity to make money in October…it’s a reality that I have seen too often and have experienced with my own Mother.

Today, so many in Orlando mourn the loss of one of the bravest warriors I have ever met. Karen Long was a believer, wife, mother, daughter, sister, police officer, and friend to many. Her smile and happy spirit were infectious. She didn’t let cancer define her and Karen met this disease with a passion for God that she felt carried her through the “valley.”

Yesterday, Karen was victorious over her 8-year illness and crossed from this life into another with Jesus. She was 41 and leaves a husband and two children ages 10 and 12.

It’s not fair.

…and I don’t blame God.

The God I love weeps with us, while He welcomes Karen to glory with open arms of love and grace.

I cling to the words that Karen often said and shared with so many: “One thing I know for sure is that God will not give me one less day on Earth than what He intended. I will not give up, I will fight with all my might and continue to declare my healing!”

Karen is healed. She just isn’t with us on this side of heaven.

And that makes me sad.

Karen’s story:

http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/breaking-news/os-officer-karen-long-cancer-dies-20151011-story.html

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