6/29/17



Yesterday was a difficult day for me. Why? My Keurig coffee maker stopped working! Don't worry, I still had my coffee, as I pulled out my French press to make my “get me going juice.”


The Keurig was something I wanted, but didn't need. I bought it three years ago and handed it to my husband saying, “Here’s what you can give me for Christmas. (I've learned, you want something, buy it yourself!) 

I enjoy that perfect cup of coffee each and every morning. For those of you who think I'm filling landfill with k-cups, you would be wrong. I use refillable cups.

So, I pulled out the manual, which thankfully I had kept, to look for solutions. I Googled for answers once I deemed the manual useless. I began to work on the appliance, cleaning whatever I could find to clean, including poking an open paper clip into the filter holes. I tried running vinegar water through it. Still, only a half a cup of water was produced. It also appeared that the pump wasn't working.

I finally gave up and went to Walmart to buy a new one. They had several red colored ones in the model I wanted, but no black. The department manager said she would sell me a more expensive one for the lower price as it was their fault one was not in stock. The model I wanted was on order and would be in later this week. The more expensive model had a touch screen. I wanted the one with the three blue buttons that lit up. I like simple and I don’t like new learning curves.

I went home, and tried ONE MORE TIME to fix the Keurig. Inside of the water reservoir, I discovered a floating disk that appears to go up or down according to the water level. I fiddled with that and gave the appliance one more chance to work. It did!

What did I learn? God's timing is perfect!

The issues with my Keurig, while extremely frustrating, took my mind off of other "issues" I was dealing with. I was on stress overload and I didn't have the mental ability to deal with the broken Keurig right now. But, I pressed on. I could have tossed it in the garbage and easily given up. I didn't. I sought a replacement. It wasn't there. I took another chance on the old appliance, attempting to redeem what was broken. And it was made good as new. 

We do this with people too. It is so easy to give up on people when they stumble and fall. We toss them aside like a broken coffee maker. I am so thankful that God does not do that to us.

 God is fixing the broken, damaged pieces of our lives. Give Him all of your brokenness. Don’t give up on Him. He hasn’t given up on you.

“God, your God, will restore everything you lost; he'll have compassion on you; he'll come back and pick up the pieces from all the places where you were scattered.

No matter how far away you end up, God, your God, will get you out of there”  

(Deuteronomy 30:3-4 MSG).

 “But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners” (Romans 5:8 NLT).

I didn’t need the Keurig, I wanted it. I need and want Jesus! He will never break down! “He is the same yesterday, today and forever” (Hebrews 13:8 NLT).


 Oh how He loves you and me!



©2017 Barb Boswell


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11/3/16

It seems I have two choices to make today. I'm not excited about either one.

Now that I have your attention and you think I'm getting political, WRONG. Both choices require something of me, one needs a bit more effort on my part.


1. I can wash clothes or 2. I can pack dirty ones. 
Let's see, which would be most acceptable?


There are two other choices we all need to make. It's a yes or no choice, with eternal consequences.

1. Will you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord AND Savior or 2. Will you reject Him? It's dirty laundry vs. clean. Though yours sins are like scarlet, they will be made white as snow.

Decision time?  Your choice is not for the next four or eight years, but for eternity.




TODAY'S THOUGHTS FROM MY WALK

10/11/16

For those who don’t know me, know this: I’m very competitive.  For those of you who do know me, you are saying, “duh.”

 I made fun of people with Fitbits. Seriously I thought, just get out and walk!  Enter the competitive nature!  I had to have one.  I accepted the Fitbit challenge, and have been walking my fanny off (one could only hope) ever since.

There several paths that I take through our neighborhood, the shortest distance being simply around our block. The distance is 600 steps. (No, I don’t walk around the school track or the path in the park. That would require driving, to walk.) My goal each day is 10,000 steps.  

Today, I took all three walking routes and hit my 10k goal.  As I type, I’m pooped! My legs are done (unless I see someone has walked more steps than I have).

But this message is not about my tired body, it’s about my sense of smell.  Today on my walk(s), my nose encountered a variety of smells and that’s what I want to tell you about.

Many people were mowing their lawns as the forecast is for rain starting late tomorrow.  Freshly mown lawn is one of those smells you could identify with your eyes closed.    Along with freshly cut grass, was the smell of leaves, and dust, being blown around with one of those obnoxious machines.  With both, you could smell the gas need to run them.

A diesel pickup started its engine and drove past me. Stinky!

As I rounded the block, I could smell freshly brewed coffee. I thought about knocking on the brewer’s door!  (No time, goal to meet.)

I came upon a sweet smell and knew right away what it was.  Someone had a fabric softener sheet in their dryer and the exhaust was blowing outward into the crisp air.  Oh those clothes are going to smell nice.

There was a smell of food cooking. I swear it had to be Mexican food. Come to think of it, I did walk past a home where Hispanics live. (I should have dropped in there too!)

Isn’t it amazing what we can sense, when we take the time, when our mind is clear of everything?

And here is my point. What aroma do people smell when you are near?  “Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God. But this fragrance is perceived differently by those who are being saved and by those who are perishing.”  (2 Corinthians 2:15 NLT)  Believers will like your smell; non-believers will not. Keep emitting that smell, it pleases your Father and it just might grow on the non-believers in your life.


CHALLENGE:  When you encounter a sweet smell, think of Jesus. Reflect on your smell and whether or not it is pleasing to the Lord.

BTW:  My mind is not completely empty as I walk. I don’t walk alone, I walk with my Jesus. I get a lot of praying done on these walks. Each lap around my block is dedicated to someone I know who is in need of prayer.  Could be you’ve been prayed for.











Hi!

I'm excited to announce that my third book is "in the works."  We are working on finalizing layout of stories, gathering endorsements, and working on a cover design. Then, it's off to the editor!   New title you ask? "Every Time I Turn Around, God Whispers in My Ear!"  Check out 1 Kings 19:11-12.  God doesn't always get through to me with a whisper. Sometimes it takes a megaphone in my ear. 

The picture above is my clutter chaos workspace. (It's how I roll, don't judge me!) 

Don't worry, when I get the book in my hands, you will be the "first" to know.

As Easter approaches, reach my last entry and be blessed. (Blog story will appear in my new book!)


Be blessed.


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My thoughts the day before Easter.  


It was quite a week.   He rode into town on a donkey, to the shouts of “hosanna,” save us, from the people and the waving of palm branches.  The people thought he had finally accepted his role as king. Yet it was not the kind of king they expected.  A week of celebration was just beginning. It was Passover. There was one last meal on Thursday with friends in an upper room.  Friends he knew and loved denied him, and sold him out for personal gain.  Those people who called themselves religious leaders sought ways to get rid of him.  He challenged their rules and traditions.   They didn’t like it.   He preached God, not rules.  There was the kiss in the Garden. Seriously, a kiss? He was hauled away for a mock trial.  The people were given a choice, him or a murderer. One would be released.  The religious leaders incited the riot…give us Barabbas!  Seriously?  What must Barabbas have thought?  A guilty man being released; an innocent man taking his place.  Oh if he only knew!

The gutless ruler left it up to the people what to do with this man.  “Crucify him!” they shouted.  Seriously?  Those people who praised him a few days earlier, who were his friends, now turned and betrayed him.

Beaten, disrobed and forced to carry his own method of death, a cross, Friday was a difficult day.  Soldiers nailed him to the cross, next to two men, both sentenced to die.   One mocked him as he knew death was imminent.  The other changed his attitude. “Remember me.”   The man in the middle said, “You are going with me.”

And the thunder roared, the temple cracked and he took his last breath.  His friends took his body and laid him in a tomb.   And that was that.

Saturday was a quiet day.  It was over, or so they thought.   The end of the story?  Not even close.

Sunday morning was just another day, until they went to the tomb, found the stone that blocked the entrance had been rolled to the side.  Looking inside the tomb, there was no body.  Their friend was gone, in more ways than one.

It took a while, but the light finally came on.  He was exactly who he said he was.  He had indeed risen from the dead.  Why should that have surprised his followers? He had brought people back to life right in front of them.  Maybe they had been skeptical those three years they walked with him.  Maybe this was what really convinced them.   (Me, I would have been convinced with the water to wine trick.)

But without Friday, there is no Sunday.  

As I look at this story, so familiar to many of us, I think about my own life.   Those I walked with for years betrayed me.  People I ran into who ran with that crowd, turned and walked the other way when they saw me.   I had been told to leave, but not told why.  Hung out to dry because the religious leaders didn’t like my presence.  I questioned, I challenged.  I wanted more of Jesus, not more fluff and stuff.  That was a Friday.   Saturday was calm. And Sunday came.  And with Sunday, freedom!

I share this with you as a reflection.   We’ve all walked the path Jesus did in one way or another.   He rose above it and so can we.   And when we do, there is freedom.  No more bondage to rules and traditions.  “So Christ has truly set us free. Now make sure you stay free, and don’t get tied up again in slavery to the law.”  (Galatians 5:1 NLT)   Sometimes the best and hardest thing we can do is to walk away.  Being told to leave is hurtful, yet it also served a purpose, a plan.  The chains were removed. I no longer had to behave and worship according to people’s expectations, rules.  “We’ve always done it this way before” was behind me.  Freedom!

2 Corinthians 3:17, “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”

Because Jesus paid it all, we are free.  Free from bondage to sin. Free from “we’ve always done it that way” mentality. We are free to serve Him, with all of our “heart, soul, mind and strength.” (Mark 12:30)

If you are in a church that does not preach the Word of God, but the word of the world, you need to be set free.  John 8:32 says, “You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”   The Truth is sooooo refreshing.



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December 12, 2013

I've been lazy the past three and a half years.  That happens when you feel like the rug has been pulled out from under you.  And in my laziness, I put my writing aside. 

Today I was reminded, once again, who and what God has called me to do and be.  No one can take that away from me, not a church, not a clinic picking up your "lost" books." and certainly not man.   I have allowed the world to define me, instead of the One who called me. I needed to use the gifts God has given me and reach out to a lost and hungry world.

Today, He gave me this:

 

 

COME, ALL IS READY

With the threat of snow the other night, I kept sneaking peeks out of my patio curtains.  I was keeping an eye on the weather conditions with the anticipation of a school kid hoping that school might be cancelled  There was no snow, only frozen molehills … and something else looking back at me.  I’m used to seeing squirrels in our backyard, but not rabbits. 

 Ok, so what do rabbits eat?  Duh!  Carrots!  So I went to the fridge and pulled out a carrot, cutting it up in small pieces for the rabbit. I threw it out on the patio, and four days later, the carrot is still there.  As Elmer Fudd would say, “Stupid wabbit!”

 

When the snow finally arrived and the temperatures dropped well blow freezing, I noticed no birds were flying around in search of food, or sitting on our fence.  I rummaged through the garage, quickly finding the birdseed. Bundling up, I went outside and spread some around the patio, on the bench and planters.  And I waited.  No birds! 

 I thought, what is wrong with you birds?  I’ve left food!  Come and get it!  Do you want to starve?

This morning, as the birds finally found the food, I was hit with yet another “bump into God!’

My Jesus was saying, “I have placed food in front of you and you ignore it.  You are starving and you still ignore ME.”

 

Ouch!

 

The birds were looking in the frozen yard for food, and there it was, right in front of them.  They didn’t even have to work for it; they just had to eat!  The table prepared before them!

 

 Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, Moses didn’t give you bread from heaven. My Father did. And now he offers you the true bread from heaven. The true bread of God is the one who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”

 

 “Sir,” they said, “give us that bread every day.”

Jesus replied, "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry again.  Whoever believes in me will never be thirsty."  (John 6:32-35 NLT)

 Are you hungry?  Are you thirsty?  Are you tired? Stop struggling on your own. 

 

The hand of our Lord and Savior is reaching out to you.  Grab it!

 

All is ready. The table is set.  Eat.

 

BTW:  The birds have eaten all the seed I threw out for them, and have come back for more.  They know where the hand is that feeds them.

 

 

 

It was frightening. It was exciting.  My granddaughter was born June 7 at 1:30 a.m.  She was due July 29.  Yep, seven weeks early. Little Clara Clementine Boswell weighed in at 2 pounds 15 ounces and was 16 inches long.  Mama was in distress and baby had to come out, and come out NOW!  She's a tiny little thumbelina who has captured my heart.  I never played with dolls when I was a child. I liked to play "trucks."  Now I know what I've missed.  Just to watch her sleep, it's like looking at a perfectly formed porcelain doll.  Mama and baby are doing well. Clara is still in neonatal intensive care, and mama and daddy are staying there with her.  Mama is gaining her strength back, Clara is gaining weight.  I'm sure they can't wait to start their family life outside the walls of the hospital.  I look forward to the day when I can do more that just look at her, a day when I can pick her up and have her cuddle into my neck; a day when we can play catch or go to a ballgame.  Oh how I love this little girl.  Thank you Matt and Joann for making me a grandma! Thank You Jesus, for keeping them safe.

 

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