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Volume 26, Issue 5
Healthy Homes & Families Natural, Biblical, Healthy Living Tie A Bow On Your Finger
By Chris McMahan
Throughout time, and even before technology, people have not needed reminders for certain things and have easily
to fill my flesh and not enrich my soul. How can we be so forgetful of what matters most? Our souls and the Word of God will
forget to read my Bible or pray to connect with God first thing in the morn- ing? Is it possible that it is just not as important
Why? Because love is a choice. While we don’t often choose to forget, we must always choose to remember. Forgetting is so easy precisely be- cause it is not usually something we choose to do. So, friends, let’s be more intentional today to choose to remember. What? Who? Let’s re- member what matters the most in this life…re- lationships. Let’s start with the Lord and ask Him to daily show us who to love and how to love them. Let’s re- member to be inten- tional. Let’s remember God. Let’s remember others. Chris McMahan Email: Happy1970@icloud.com this verse encourages you to “Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon” your hands… along the way! Billy Graham said, “God has given us two hands, one to receive with and the other to give with.” What are you doing with your hands today? Are you using them as instruments of love and grace or sitting on them? Are your hands a reflec- tion of the condition of your heart…closed and clinched; or opened in trust and faith? Palms up…“one to re- ceive with, and the other to give with.” “Here is a simple, rule- of-thumb guide for behav- ior. Ask yourself what you want people to do for you, then grab the initia- tive and do it for them.” Matthew 7:12 (MSG).
The age- old trick to r e m i n d yourself to remember s o m e - thing…tie a bow on your finger. None of us likes to be forgetful. In today’s world we utilitze technol- ogy to stay on top of those important events, engagements and people. But some things don’t require a reminder. For example, I never forget to have my morning cup of coffee. I always re- member to grab my phone off my nightstand upon rising. I take my keys with me to my car every day. I eat meals without one single re- minder.
forgotten others. How much different are we today? Jeremiah 2:32, “Does a young woman forget her jewelry? Or a bride her w e d d i n g dress? Yet for years on end My people have forgotten Me.”
to me as my cup of coffee? Or is it that the flesh has a louder voice than our Spirit? Like a two- y e a r - o l d throwing a tantrum, the flesh will have its way or die trying. The Spirit is much
It seems to me, looking only at my own life, that it is so easy to forget what really matters…re- lationships and people… God and others…and to remember those things that only have the ability
live forever; and we will live forever with Him; but yet we so often focus on food, phone and com- forts instead of life’s truly most important relation- ships. Why do I sometimes
more of a gentleman, waiting and not insist- ing. The Spirit of God that lives in us desires for us to choose Him, to REMEMBER Him, to set our minds to be inten- tionally focused on Him.
This is What I’ve Learned...
...From Hands
By Layton Howerton “And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us,
the sign of a cross in front of her as the plane took off. During the
about to land, I saw her hands do something ab- solutely amazing… I
were holding her hands, as if God Himself were holding her hands. Well
and establish the work of our hands for us; Yes, es- tablish the work of our hands.” Psalm 90:17 (NKJV) Hands. I notice hands. I’m fascinated by all they can do! Hands make many things… art, music, love, and mis- chief! And they learn quickly… “ouch,” “oooh,” “ahhh,” “yeah!” Hands… made in the image of God’s. I've felt His hands, you know. I’ve felt them touch my heart, pat my back and yes, even moti- vate my backside. Hands are amazingly telling… they speak! I was on a flight from St. Louis to Los Angeles one afternoon when I happened to notice the hands of a small his- panic lady sitting across from me, silently making
flight, I saw her hands react every time the plane hit some rough air, sometimes grabbing the arm rests, other times nervously clinging and wringing them. Her hands — well, they said it all. Fear of flying.
watched as her hands opened and turned to face upwards in a silent symphony of praise. Those same hands that had been, only moments before, closed and clinched in tight fists, were now opened in trust and faith… calmed, as if some unseen power
guess what? He was!
Hands. Thank you God, for hands. For hands that were made to praise You, for hands that have helped me, for hands that have prayed for me, and especially for those hands that took the nails for me. I hope
Then, just as we were
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