It is no secret that gardening has many benefits. Being outdoors and interacting with nature can be extremely relaxing while getting tangible rewards such as fresh produce from your own garden makes it even more satisfying!
Gardening provides us with mental health and helps people live healthier lives by creating vibrant communities filled with greenery and inhabitants who are happy enough with them.
The low-impact gardening activities, such as weeding and planting, can put you at risk for back pain or conditions disc injuries. The bending motions associated with these tasks often result in new discomfort unless proper precautions are taken to protect your spine while lifting heavy tools like baskets full of dirt!
Follow the path that God would have you to go. For you never know where it leads.
You never know just how God is going to use someone. No one is so hopeless that God can’t use them.
God sometimes takes us the long way around to get us where He wants us to be. Sometimes it is those very trials that we go through that equips us for the task He had in mind for us. It may be the most rejected, down and out, messed up person you have ever seen that He uses to touch others. To plant the seeds of salvation in a cold and hard heart.
There are many types of addictions that people face, that control their lives seeking to destroy their very souls.
Maybe an addict, shackled in shame, for the depths of their addiction have taken them places no one ever thinks they would ever crawl down to.
Addicts struggle to forgive themselves… finding it hard to realize that God will forgive them. That is one of the hardest battles an addict fights. Too often, shame compels them back to their addiction.
Finding Jesus and accepting that they can be made flawless in His eyes is so important for their healthy recovery. And sometimes it takes someone who has traveled that road, someone who understands, to lead them back to Christ.
Every man, woman and child needs to be able to say, ‘I am no longer a slave to fear, for I am now a child of God.’
So follow the path that God would have you to go. You never know who you may lead back.
I usually post this recipe around Chanukkah because having Ukrainian borscht on the table around Chanukkah has been our family tradition. I am breaking my own tradition, repeating it today, first of all, in honor of the International Women’s Day, and secondly, in memory of an extraordinary Ukranian girl, sometimes called a sixteen’s century celebrity.
“One of the most fascinating figures in Ottoman history is the Ukrainian girl who rose from harem slave status to become queen of the empire and wife of the most celebrated sultan of all, Suleiman the Magnificent.” (Brigader-Tezel, 2017). her origins are somewhat murky; one legend claims that she was born in Mariupol, while another one names her birthplace as Rohatyn. Mariupol has recently fallen to the Russian troops, after the siege, similar to the one young Alexandra Lisowsky, later known as Roxalana or Hurrem Sultan, had survived (albeit lost all her family), only to…
An Enormous Face (Painted With a Scene From a Medieval Village) Is Seen Mounted Above the Entrance of a Wooden Shop Building Found on the Eastern States Exposition Grounds in West Springfield, MA (Originally Published on Gargoyles and Grotesques on November 21, 2018)
Clearly the Sun has well and truly set on my fashion sense…..
Not being able to take a rapidly growing teen into a clothes shop is an issue. These days I also can’t often offer him some of my old items. He is long and thin, I’m NOT…. So it’s mostly taking a punt on the style and sizing of online fashion. Whisper it, often from the bargain basement aisles. I
remember the happy days of a son who had as much interest in fashion sense than I had in doing the splits….. Anything was super cool and fashionable if it had a Dinosaur emblazoned across most of it.
Oh I miss those days.
“Dad I can’t believe you are expecting me to wear a turtle neck in 2022….”
Wow, that’s most of my wardrobe. Yep the Sun has gone down on my fashion sense.
As the years pass, I’ve come to realize the “price” I must pay is abiding in acceptance—ceasing to obsess over conditions and machinations and allowing myself to viscerally appreciate whatever’s in front of me.
That’s why I was doing all that work in the first place. Now that I’ve figured out I can get there without the work, I think of it less as a “price” and more as a right.