A Mustard Seed

I went to a Farmer’s Market Friday.

There was a lady there selling handmade necklaces and mosaic dinnerware. Out of all the necklaces on display, this one spoke to me.

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It’s a mustard seed.

I smiled, paid the lady and brought it home. I haven’t worn it yet, but surely will.

What’s funny is I have it laying on my bedside table and just seeing it reminds me of faith.

It’s easy to lose our faith, or maybe it shrinks to the size of this seed. Even if our faith is that small, we can still move mountains. (Matt 17:20)

Faith is trusting God without knowing why.

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Even if it’s the size of a mustard seed.

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.

Just Breathe Beauties

Breathe in- Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Breathe out-Monday through Thursday.

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Ready to Bloom

healI was on my way to an AA meeting yesterday, and stopped by to see Stephanie. She is my plant Guru. I’m not sure she realizes the magnificent healing she has brought to my life through these plants she encouraged me to bring home. It was time to buy my first one that would bloom. I spotted a pot that made me smile, and the plant we chose is big!

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Yes. I blew my Saturday budget on a pot and plant. No regrets.

She told me it is a good plastic one, but it looked real!

On the way home, I stopped at a small Farmer’s Market.

There is something about people sitting in 100 degree heat, that deserve our attention. A young lady was sitting at a table filled with bottles of honey. We began talking, and she invited me to her church. I listened as she told me more.

What made my ears perk was a study they have on Wednesday nights. It’s by Beth Moore, entitled, “Believing God.” I did this study years ago, and it was enlightening.

Believing God is what I’ve been doing, but it would be nice to do the study again. She is going to text me a reminder, but I was standing there because of the label on her honey.

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Aren’t we supposed to Bee Love? Yes.

This journey  began with my daughter wanting Boston Ferns.

As I was leaving Stephanie’s, she said the main thing people ask her is how to grow a Boston Fern. The thought intimidated me too, but they are huge now! I told her about mine, and she said, “If you can grow a Boston Fern, you are the bomb!” All I did was care. I hugged Stephanie and said, “You make my life more beautiful.” She exclaimed, “That made my day!” She helped give me my beautiful life back.

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Double bloom Pink Hibiscus and Mochee.

God knows when we are ready to bloom. Can you feel it?.

Permission to Rest

I love living in the country, but don’t like all the critters.

My daughter found a Scorpion clinging to her bedroom curtain last night right before bed. I caught it, and killed it, which we learned that skill three years ago. Then she walked in my room, and saw one crawl under my bed, right as I was going to sleep.

To sleep or not to sleep?

I started praying, and asked angels to stand around us as we slept. It was my second Chemo treatment yesterday, and I was determined to get some rest. I knew I was going to have to lay down, in my comfortable bed, and trust God to protect me. He has for years, and I’ve only been stung once by those nasty creatures, and that was during the day.

I had to trust.

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I slept for five hours, which was better than none. My Chemo was scheduled for Tuesday of this week. I had a full weekend, and then drove into town to pick up my daughter on Monday. I was not looking forward to driving back into town, an hour away, on Tuesday.

It has been pouring rain here in Texas, so that made the thought of driving even more daunting. I called to see if I could have one more day. That is all I wanted, and they obliged. It was rescheduled for Wednesday. Just having that one day, Tuesday, made all the difference for me.

I got things done, and prepared myself mentally, and spiritually for Chemo. I was not backing out of this path I’m on. I just wanted a little more time.

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If we’re going to move some mountains, we have to get some rest.

This is something I learned with letting go. I had not given myself permission to rest, until a couple of years ago. Before my divorce, I always felt guilty if I took a nap. There were a million things that needed my attention, or so I thought. What I learned is, those things will wait. My health and well being are priority today.

I have always been healthy. I love Yoga, buy food from local Farmer’s, drink plenty of water, and take my liquid nutritional product. We live in a toxic world, so we need to pour good things into our bodies.

When I found the lump in my breast, I knew I had forgotten my core for a while. Slaying my way through a divorce, putting life and it’s happenings before me. It took it’s toll.

Our body is our temple, and God only gave us one. Today, I take care of it, and give it permission to rest.

Worthy of All Good

There are a couple of Farmer’s Markets, not far from my house, that I love walking through on Saturday morning’s. For the vendors, this is their livelihood and a delicious service to the community. If you read, “The Final Day of A Better Way To Live“, the Farmer’s Market is the perfect opportunity to give of yourself.

I say hello and hug most of the vendors. It was cold this morning, so they were bundled up, but present. They were so happy to see a smiling face, it didn’t really matter if I made a purchase. The hug, smile, chit chat and laugh were enough.

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Bathroom Mirror

As I was getting ready this morning, I read the writing on my bathroom mirror, and want to share. This statement was given to me by a friend of mine and I passed it onto my daughter. We say this out loud daily, and my daughter, Bailey, wrote it on the mirror. Isn’t that one of the places we look for approval?

“I am strong enough, pretty enough, smart enough, and I am worthy of all good!”

There is a difference between using a mirror to get ready, and looking in the mirror and seeing the person looking back. My hope is that you like that person looking back. It took me a long time to be able to look into a mirror after my drinking career. Once I did, I knew there was someone in there worthy of all good.

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