Tumbleweed?

This morning I was privileged to sit with a few hundred women listening to Jill Briscoe. I came away with many nuggets and gems for my personal jewelry box. Here is one tidbit. I’m sure I’ll have more over the coming days to share here.

Have you taken a good look at a tumbleweed? They are dried up, shriveled up bushes. Yet at one point the tumbleweed was a green shrub, a plant with roots and branches with leaves, just as a plant should.

But at some point, this shrub was no longer rooted in the ground as it was intended…. to its source of life.

The leaves fall off. The branches die back. The roots shrivel up and the bush is no longer anchored to the ground.

And as a wind comes up, the dried up bush can’t stand its ground against the weather. Where ever the wind blows, the tumbleweed follows the path of least resistance. And after days of tumbling from hither and yon, it may land again, caught up in something with more weight and strength, until the wind blows again from a new direction. And off it goes in another direction.

If you find you have become a tumbleweed, tossed here and there without roots, without purpose, perhaps its time to make some changes.

“”But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,
whose confidence is in him.
He will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.” Jeremiah 17:7-8

Just as a bush needs to be rooted in the source to grow and be nourished, how much more is it for us who are human “beans” who wear a flesh suit? Go grow some roots by digging deep and being nourished by the only source who keeps us anchored when the world blows hot wind at us.

“So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.

See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the basic principles of this world rather than on Christ.” Colossians 2:6-8

Chocolate

It doesn’t matter if chocolate is in the form of a candy bar, a pie, a cake or a pretzel dipped in it. I just love it.

I plan special meals out in restaurants which serve chocolate cake. I manage to drive through Braums at just the right time for a frozen chocolate yogurt. I save calories each day for a Tootsie Roll or two (no fat, ya know?) Okay, truth time: I dream about it.

Just suffice it to say: I love my chocolate.

And I think the marketing geniuses of hormone replacement therapy have missed the boat.

Why doesn’t estrogen come chocolate covered or chocolate flavored?

You read it here first. I should patent this notion. I’m sure hot flashes would be a thing of the past for all women if our HRT was chocolate covered. Who could resist their daily dose of the milky brown yummy stuff?