Tag: #antiqueshops

Food for Thought

If you don’t have your health, you have nothing.

Everything thing we do is a choice. It’s not just the big decisions, it’s all the small ones that lead through life. Start today by being selective.
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I’m not a picky eater but I’m very selective about what I eat. What goes into my body?

Real food. No fast food. I rarely eat outside my kitchen. There are no cans of food in my pantry.

I shop at three different grocery stores. Each store has certain items we enjoy. I love local Farmer’s Markets but I don’t allow time to go often enough. One thing I’m passionate about is farm fresh eggs.

I bought some eggs from the grocery store that would do until the market came around, or so I thought. When I began making brunch I knew there was no way those eggs were going into our bodies.

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They are pale yellow with a firm yolk.

I remembered a local antique shop used to sell eggs from a nearby farm, so I called the shop and she had some eggs. Brunch was saved!

Here are farm fresh eggs. I love the colors.

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Each breed of chicken will lay their own color egg. The ones that look white are actually a pale green from the Ameraucana, also known as Easter eggs.

Here is what they look like out of the shell.

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I couldn’t capture good light, but they are gold in color. The yolk is so soft you can literally stir them without whisking. Complete happiness.

This is one area of our lives we have complete control over. What we put in our mouths.

Be selective my lovelies.

Enjoy your day and much love to you! Barb.

From the Heart

Do you ever feel led to buy something, and not sure why?

I was in an antique book shoppe, and found a copy of one of my favorite books. It was beautiful, and I wanted it, but I already owned a copy. So, I left the shop without it.

Not getting the book bothered me for weeks, but I didn’t need it. Then God revealed it wasn’t for me, I was just supposed to buy it. It was to be mailed to one of my dearest friends. I called the shop, thinking it might be gone by now, but it was still there, and has been mailed to my friend.

This happens to my daughter too. She was in a coffee shop in Austin, TX, and saw a newly released book about brewing the perfect coffee, at home. She felt led to buy it, but we know how to brew coffee in numerous ways, so it wasn’t for us. She brought it home, laid it under the Christmas tree, and waited for God to reveal who it was for.

Our favorite coffee shop is Chaparral Coffeein Lockhart. It’s right down the road from our house, and we go there frequently. The coffee is excellent, but we love the people who work there. They take such good care of us, and we feel loved. The book was to be given to the owner, Austin.

You never know what day and time he works, but we trusted that today was the day! God had it all lined up.

We walked in with the book, and there he stood behind the counter. We ordered our drinks, and he made them in our favorite house mugs. I paid for the Chai Lattes before giving him the book. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to give us our drinks. He loved the book, and was very thankful.

We had just caught him before his shift ended, but as he was leaving, he walked over, and stood between us, as we sat on stools. Wrapping an arm around our shoulders, he squeezed us and said, “Merry Christmas girls! Take those cups with you.” We were stunned, but hugged him back.

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You just can’t out give God when you give from the heart.