Eat More Chikin

“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other, you cannot serve God and money.” (Matt 6:24, Lk 16:13)

Christians: we have brothers & sisters that are being persecuted for their beliefs. Right here. In the good ol’ US of A. And I hear they are struggling to stand firm and focused on Christ. They need our prayer and our support.

Who are they? They are the Cathy family and the business leaders of Chik-Fil-A. Word is, Dan Cathy is being pressured to retract his comment that he believes in the biblical view of marriage: one man and one woman. Pray that he stands firm. Pray that strong Christian believers will come alongside him and affirm him, pray for him, and support him to stand firm and not bow to public pressure and compromise his beliefs.

Community leaders are turning against him and refusing to allow his company to build in their cities. Not all cities, but there are several that have made public proclamations that they do not want to allow him to grow his business in their town.

Jesus said we’d face persecution because of Him. He said that if a town would not receive them to shake the dust off their sandals and move on. (Matt 10:14, Mk 6:11, Lk 9:5). Granted, Jesus was preparing the twelve apostles to go out to proclaim the kingdom of God and to heal the sick. Mr. Cathy is a business owner. If a city doesn’t want him to build there because of his beliefs, then he should move on.  There are, I’m sure, other cities that would welcome him and Chik-Fil-A with open arms.

But what about the Chik-Fil-As that are already established in communities? What about the people that work there? Pray for them also. Support them. Affirm their decision to continue to work for Mr. Cathy and his company. Thank them for their faithfulness.

August 1st is our opportunity to show the Cathys and their employees, owner/operators, and our neighbors that we support them. Will there be adversity? I’m sure. Word is that a nationwide protest is being organized for August 3rd. Same sex couples are rumored to be planning to block access to the restaurants on this date.  Will this actually take place?  Who knows.  If you happen to wander over to the restaurant on the 3rd and there are protesters present, pray for them.  Pray that they seek Jesus and surrender their lives to Him.

How do we converse with those who don’t agree with our beliefs? With love & respect. If the conversation escalates to aggression, either verbal or physical, it will not glorify God. The battle is not our’s, it’s the Lord’s; let the Holy Spirit fight this battle.

Christian business owners need our support, both prayerfully and financially. If you’re close to a Chick-Fil-A on either the 1st or the 3rd, be sure to stop in. Likewise, if you know of any businesses owned or operated by Christians, stop by there as well. Thank the manager or owner/operator for being there. Make a purchase. And let them know you’re praying for them: for strength during this trial and that the Lord would bless their faithfulness with continued opportunities to serve their community.

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Will work for stickers

“Hi, I’m Lisa and I’m a sticker whore.” {hi Lisa}

You would think I’m 4 years old the way I get all giddy for stickers.

Yes tatertots.  I’m talking about the silly little pieces of art that teachers put on the top of an assignment indicating a job well done.

I love ’em!  Ask my new running group to share my story about training for my first half marathon and they’ll tell you that the first thing I talked about was the fact that someone was going to give me a 13.1 sticker if I finished the race.  I was ecstatic!

I’ve spent the last week trying to figure out my fascination/passion/obsession with stickers and I think I’ve narrowed it down to these:

  • a sticker represents an accomplishment, a job well-done if you will
  • I don’t get a whole lot of verbal praise for what I do and so a sticker gives me the visual “atta girl” I need to keep moving on
  • stickers measure progress
  • stickers are cool

You don’t think they’re cool?  Then why do so many people put stickers of every kind on their vehicles?  See, now I’ve got you thinking, don’t I?

I started the 100 Days of Movement Challenge on January 1st.  Someone created a simple 100 chart so everyone could track their progress.  I printed that baby off and went out and bought some puffy star stickers.  Little did I know that my stickers were larger than the boxes and so my progress chart is starting to look a little messy but that’s not the point.  I know that I have an opportunity every day to earn the right to put a sticker on my chart.  I’ve got a sticker on each day … for the most part.

 

100 Days Chart

As you can see, there was a string of days in the first week that I didn’t do what I was supposed to do and so I didn’t get a sticker.  And I’m okay with that.  This is the first time I’ve ever used a sticker chart to measure progress on anything and I’m amazed that 23 days in to the challenge I’m still as motivated by the prospect of getting a sticker today as I was on day 1.

I don’t know why stickers have such a hold on me.  I’ve tried other visual charts and they just didn’t appeal to me at all.

Can I predict that progress charts will continue to fascinate me as I train for my various races this year?  Who’s to say.

One thing’s for sure … they do now and I’m really thankful for the little reward at the end of each day I stick to the plan.

The Colonel was in town on TDY this week and so I invited him to join me and my running group after work on Thursday.  We all got our respective distances & times in and then we headed over to the brewery to chat and … well, what do runners do after a run?  Um yeah, drink beer!  (They did, I stuck to water) The Colonel picked Ms. BQ’s brain about ways to increase his speed and we all talked about our upcoming races.  One that we (sans Colonel) are planning to do as a group is the Beach to Bay marathon relay down in Corpus later this spring.  So cool!  We’ve got our team and we’ll get our lodging taken care of and pay our registration fee in the next few weeks.

But there’s still one unanswered question:  Do I get to graduate to the 26.2 sticker once we finish the relay?

Just sayin’

 

 

Sunday reflections at o’dark-thirty

There is nothing more comforting for me than to wake up on a cold Sunday morning with one or two of the poochies curled up at my feet!

I worked yesterday and so my weekend is abbreviated to a mere rest day today.  No worries 🙂  Christmas break is just around the corner … so close I can smell it.  Or maybe that’s the list of chores I need to complete before the Spook arrives?

Not sure what made this week fly by so fast, but it seems like Thanksgiving morning was just yesterday.  It obviously wasn’t, but that’s what it feels like.

I’m out of coffee, forgot to pick some up at the grocery store last night, and so I’m a little “off” of my routine right now.  Adding this to working yesterday, and you have one slightly confused woman.  I might have to lace up my running shoes and head to the store.  Routines are the only things that keep me sane when I’m getting close to submission deadlines … and next Friday is beginning to loom stressfully close.

Hub & I headed to the Riverwalk last weekend so that I could try more shots in the dark.  I think I need to get my vision checked.  Several of my photos turned out slightly out of focus after they were loaded onto the computer even though everything looked sharp through the viewfinder.  My daytime shots look good.  It could be I simply need more practice shooting photos at night.  Thank goodness I’ve got “nuttin’ but time!”

I’ve created a separate page on my blog where I’m posting some of my work each week.  I’d love it if you’d scroll over and post a comment.  Constructive comments are appreciated.  Note that I reserve the right to approve or delete all comments on my pages.

Hub was commenting last night that it’s only December 4th & he’s already sick of Christmas music.  I guess working in a place where the only music playing on the Muzak system is kitschy Christmas music will do that to a person.  A little “kitsch” is cool, a whole lot could very easily drive a person this side of insane. 🙂

I’ve written before about how much I love Christmas.  I don’t love, however, the craziness of the retailers and all their false “holidays” … Black Friday, Cyber Monday … in their frenzied attempt to generate business.  My most favorite quote about the season comes from Dr. Seuss:

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons.
It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.

Driving while peeved

I have two pet peeves when it comes to my fellow drivers: non-use of blinkers and drivers not knowing when to move from a stop sign.

Seriously, people.  The auto makers put the blinkers on our cars/trucks/vans/motorized modes of transportation for a reason … use them!

Stop signs, unlike stop lights, don’t change color.  Red is red.  It won’t turn green even if you want it to.

D'oh!

 

“… those who matter don’t mind”

There have been a few days lately where I feel as if I’ve swallowed a bug and just can’t get the nasty taste out of my mouth.  There’s no other way to describe it.

Hub & I have been walking through a long season of growth.  We’ve had brief respites, which have been blessings.  I enjoy the respites, although I have mistaken them each time as the end of the season.

Our latest respite ended abruptly two days ago.  I was so upset that I actually began crying, pleading to God, “How much longer?”  Hub, the Lord love him, shared that he is oddly and thankfully at peace.  Hub’s becoming my rock.  This is such a turn-around from the past where I have been the strong one.

Is this the lesson we’re supposed to be learning?  She asked reflectively as she watches the sun slowly rising in the eastern sky …

Some colleagues and I were talking the other day about ways we relax and de-stress.  Actually, they were talking … I was listening.  One cooks, another reads, another runs.  I wanted to join in the conversation but I didn’t.  I can’t explain why. I sat silently by with my head down, working quietly.  And listening to the conversations going on around me.

Looking at my profile, I describe myself as “quiet and serious.”   So I wonder: is there a time when being quiet and serious goes too far?

There’s a quote from Dr. Seuss that I came across several years ago.  I think about it every now and again:

Be Who You Are and Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don’t Matter and Those Who Matter Don’t Mind.

Every time I think about this quote, I receive the affirmation I need:

  • There will be times when no matter what I do or say, the situation will leave a bad taste in my mouth
  • It’s okay for me to need to lean on others for support
  • I can allow myself to be quiet
  • Sometimes the smart thing to do is simply smile & nod

While I might not like certain aspects of my life … and I’m working on those areas … most of the time, I’m comfortable with who I am.  I had my “15 minutes” of fame and it was hard work being “that” person.  “That” person wasn’t who I am, it was a persona.  No one who knew the persona knew the real me.

Another quote comes to mind.  I don’t know who wrote it; I found it on a piece of “flair” a couple of years ago and immediately committed it to memory …

I’d rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I’m not.

My birthday is right around the corner.  I’ll be hitting a milestone in a few years.  I’m not sure how I feel about that.  Think it’s time to smile & nod …

Questing

I can’t remember when my quest began.  It’s been years, really.

Some would say it’s become almost an obsession for me.  I dunno.  They might be right.

I thought I saw one once.  At the airport in Dallas.  Last month.  When I was hustling from one gate to the next to make my connecting flight.  I went back to look again and it was gone.

What am I searching for?

Well …

You promise not to laugh?

I’m looking for the perfect coffee cup.