Showing posts with label #Thanksgiving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Thanksgiving. Show all posts

Saturday, November 28, 2015

12 Weapons against Post Thanksgiving Eating Blues

So, you ate everything in sight on Thanksgiving Day and grazed on all the leftovers yesterday? Don't spend next week in a pity party. Today, the Saturday after Thanksgiving, follow these 12 simple rules to ditch the I-ate-it-all blues.

1. Declare today as the day of new beginnings. Thanksgiving is over, and there's lots of good healthy eating days ahead. Change your mindset now even with pecan pie still on the counter.

2. Begin your day with prayer and meditation.

3. Clean out all the leftover temptations.

     a. If you can handle it, leave it for your skinny soulmate or your children with a high metabolism.
     b. If the temptation is too great, get rid of it.
           Take it to a shut-in.
           Send it home with family.
           Or, throw it into the trash.
             (No, it's not a sin.)

4. Find a new recipe for a healthy dish and make it tonight.

     a. Search Hungry Girl online.
     b. Find it under Daniel Fast recipes.
     c. Call a friend that has the same problem and ask for one of their recipes.
     d. Comment here with your e-mail, and I'll send you a new recipe.

5. Do something for exercise today. Try something different.

     a. If it's pleasant weather, take a brisk walk in a park or nice neighborhood.
     b. If, like me in Wichita Falls, TX., it's pouring rain and cold, put on a CD you like or set your phone to a favorite song and dance. It doesn't matter if it's pretty. Just move.
     c. How about taking the clothes off the rack that used to be a treadmill or an exercise bike, and go to work?
     d. Invest in a mini-trampoline and jog during a Net Flix show.
     e. Go sign up for that gym you've been thinking about. No, you shouldn't wait until January. Do it now.

6. Call someone or, better yet, go visit someone who's in the hospital, sick at home, or just lonely. Focusing on others reminds us that it's not all about us.

7. Remember again what you are thankful for, and dwell on it.

8. Today, drink eight glasses of water.

9. Today, eat five fruits or vegetables.

10. If you have a weight support group, attend it. If not, join one online.

11. Write out how you feel about what you ate, whether happy or sad.
If there was a family squabble over the holiday, write about that angry scene and tear up what you wrote.

12. Let go and let God. He's got the power. You don't.

God bless you. Let me know if I can be of any help. I've been where you are.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Thanksgiving Attitude

(Reprint of a memoir piece I wrote and posted several years ago to  impart, hopefully, a Thanksgiving attitude)

ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE
By Janet K. Brown


     The pastor’s sermon blazed through my mind. He advised we keep an “attitude of gratitude” and quoted, “In everything give thanks: (1 The. 5:18a.)”

     Everything? Really?

     My dry, thirsty spirit longed for the peace the pastor spoke about, so I was willing to try. I prayed, “Lord, help me be thankful in everything.”

     That night, my mother died while talking to me on the telephone.

     When it rang, my house overflowed with daughters and sons-in-law. My joy was complete, and it was easy to be grateful.

     “I think I have pneumonia,” Mom said.

     “Have you called the doctor?”

     “Yes and I have an appointment tomorrow, but I feel…..” Her voice trailed off. I heard a gasp.

     I gripped the receiver as if it were her life vest. “Mom?”

I waited. “Mom? Are you okay?”

     Nothing.

     My heart raced. My legs couldn’t carry me the one hundred and thirty miles to her home. She had to answer. “Mom?”

     A gurgle sounded then total quiet.

     By this time, my husband held me.

     I doubled over in pain. “Mom,” I screamed into the phone.

     He pried it from my fingers, listened and hung up. “We need to call the emergency number. Do you want me to?”

     I shook my head and dialed. I gave them the address and explained what I heard. “I’m an only child. She lives alone, so if you get no answer, you have my permission to break in a door or window.”

     My tears soaked my husband’s shirt. He told them to call us. “We’ll be there in about two and a half hours.”

     My body convulsed. My family surrounded me. I don’t remember but I know my husband tucked me into the passenger side of our car, and we drove off.”

     While our car sailed along the highway nearing Dallas, my husband clutched my hand across the center console. I felt an encouraging squeeze. “It will be alright.”

     But, a sick feeling flipped my stomach upside down. Breathing became a silent struggle to survive. I heaved in laboring pants identifying with the one who gave me birth, my number one fan on earth.

     Another phone call gave us the hospital name. After we parked near the door, we rushed inside.

     A kind nurse directed us to a small room.

     A doctor entered. He confirmed what I suspected. They were never able to revive my mother. Her last words were to me on the phone. I followed him to a cold, clinical room. Mother’s body was rigid. “Good bye,” I spoke the words but my heart refused to accept the facts.

     My husband led me out. He looked me in the eyes. “She dreaded going into a nursing facility more than anything. We can be thankful she died in her own home while talking to you.”

     Thankful? I remembered my promise to be thankful in all things. I prayed again. I really tried.

     My next call came from my baby daughter. Her husband had completed his tour of duty with the U.S. Air Force in Korea. She wanted me to know he’d be there for the funeral. “But, now I know we’ll be stationed at North Carolina.”

     Already tender emotions melted into fresh tears. “That’s a long way from Texas.”

     “Yes, but we’ll stay here for two more weeks.”

     Two weeks? Thanksgiving Day would come in three. The coldness I’d felt in Mother’s hospital room crept along my veins like thick blood. “You’ll be gone for Thanksgiving?”

     “Yes.” Her voice came soft and searing to my heart.

     The next few days filled with so many things. God insulated me with a long to-do list and a shock-sedated system. Often, I faltered. I couldn’t go on. My husband and I prayed. God carried me through a few more hours. His mercy and love gave me rest when I could go no further.

     My plans for the funeral.

     The funeral itself.

     Making decisions for Mom’s house and goods.

     Helping my daughter pack to move.

     Planning the Thanksgiving meal.

     Holding tightly to my ten-month-old granddaughter that we kept every day while her mother worked. She was the new life out of the old. But, soon she would live fifteen hundred miles away.

     In everything give thanks.

     The Lord reminded me daily of my promise.

     One week before Thanksgiving, my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter drove off. How could my heart keep pumping while loaded with so much heartache? How could I thank God for this?

     Thanksgiving Day was bittersweet. My husband, the other two daughters and sons-in-law gathered around a feast cooked with both love and sadness.

     Like a robot with fork in hand, I scooped good food and lifted it to my mouth without tasting the buttery, sweet flavors. Memories ran like escaped prisoners through my thoughts. My hand stilled.

     Memories.

     “I thank God for the memories of Mother, of Cindy and Victoria.”

      My husband held up his fork holding a piece of Cindy’s pecan pie she made and left for us. “In all things give thanks.”

     I smiled. “I think we should stop now and pray again.”

     My family laid down utensils and looked up at me as if I’d sprouted angels’ wings. We bowed our heads.

     “On this Thanksgiving Day, give us an attitude of gratitude in every thing.” When I lifted my head, I saw smiles cross each face. I silently asked God to remind me of this time on the next trial. I knew there would be one.

I hope you enjoyed my story. God is so good. How thankful I am for all the Writing with God's Hope blog viewers.
The Brown Thanksgiving table last year
Happy Thanksgiving!
 

Saturday, November 14, 2015

How is Gratitude Like Bookkeeping?



Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8

 

Meditate on, or think about good things.
Colorado wild flowers among the rocks

 

 

An attitude of gratitude is God’s best weapon against compulsions, hang-ups, or flaws.

 

Gratitude and self-condemnation can’t reside in the same mind. Jesus told us we can’t serve both Him and the devil. Neither can we sincerely thank God for His goodness and love, when we wallow in self pity.

 

My thought


BALANCE SHEET


****For several years, I was a full charge bookkeeper. When composing a balance sheet for a business, we must refrain from putting assets and liabilities in the wrong column.

 

When we fail God and dwell on that failure, our minds count our liabilities. When we stop to thank God, we count our assets. Assets cover up liabilities every time. Don’t dwell on your weakness. Dwell on God’s power.

 

Don’t base your action on how you feel. Base it on what you know. Give up your life, your will, your choices each day to God, and base your decisions for all areas of your life on His direction.

 

Don’t put the liabilities where the assets should go.

 
 

INCOME STATEMENT

 
 
After making a balance sheet of assets and liabilities for a business, we move to preparing an income statement with columns for profit followed by each listed expense.

 

I was born and raised in Dallas, Texas and surrounding area. When our children were young, we lived in the suburb of Irving. I grouped my neighbors and friends from my daughters’ school and day care into one circle of my life. I worked in downtown Dallas, and that represented a separate portion of my life. We went to church and had old friends in the Oak Cliff section of Dallas representing a third section.

 
When we moved to a smaller city (Wichita Falls, TX), I found it amazing that I went to church with neighbors and served in PTA at school with fellow church friends. I love it. It simplifies life.

 

 


In life as if they were expenses, we separate each area: God, family, career, hobbies, church, friends, responsibilities.


We compartmentalize when God wants them blended under one umbrella called God.

 

 


“It’s not even good enough to regard God as the biggest piece of the pie. If we see Him that way, we’ll still leave Him out of the rest of our lives. The‘piecrust’ of God’s love, power, and truth is the foundation for everything we do.”

                        Extravagant by Bryan Jarrett

 

***My thought***We shouldn’t ask God to ride along in the front seat of our life. We should request that he drive.

 

 


 

During the month of Thanksgiving, this quote below makes us think:

 

The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving.

                                  ~H.U. Westermayer

 
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