Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Where She Spills Her Pragmatic Side

"My times are in your hands ... "   ...Psalm 31:15


You might remember when I'd visit our local supermarket. They'd play Big Band era music and couples and children, even, danced in the aisles (seriously). 

Those were wonderful times.

Well, my times are still terrific, but--get this--I've only shopped at that store once this year(!) And it's not because they stopped playing that music (they did) nor because they rearranged their aisles so I could find nothing (they did that, too).

No, a new peaceful, organized season came along, one where I shop for groceries online. Calmly I sit here and shop from lists then fill my 'prepper shelves'. They're organized, full, and now I can read wild our-Country's-headed-for-huge-trouble articles (like this one) and not panic. Well, not panic much, because hey, I'm doing what I can, controlling what little I can, and God sends a certain brand of peace with personal obedience.

Oh, and I walk to 7-11 for milk, eggs and bread and since Tom enjoys shopping after work, he picks up fresh foods for us. Well, and also bad foods, but he's improving. πŸ˜‰ Plus my simple garden is yielding her green onions, strawberries, chives, herbs and cherry tomatoes.

So it's all good 'round here.

Anyway, here's what I wanted to tell you today:  Ebates is very, very cool. 

I finally joined-up and gee, watching money come in simply because I shopped online, well, it's nifty.

Here are my favorite stores (just a tiny percentage of all available) which Ebates rewards me for shopping at--


After just a few weeks (and after I finally added the handy-dandy app.)--I've earned $23. Which hey! Is wonderful for doing nothing. Well, other than shopping online which I'd have done anyway (and gotten zero back in The Old Days). 

Anyway, if you're an online shopper, even a casual one, you might want to check out Ebates. Of course, it's free. And if you spend $25 any place the first couple months, you'll receive a $10 gift card.

Oh, and if you let me refer you, I'll get extra money, even. But that's up to you. I'm not blogging today for money for me, but rather, to be practical and pass along a blessing. Heaven knows we can all use an extra blessing these days. 

(But here's my email address so to receive a referral and help me out, just in case.)  πŸ˜ƒ   ---

Lastly, I'm loving this new season of shopping from home. It's different, yes, but that's ok. Every new season is unique--God enjoys mixing it up so to keep us leaning heavy on Him rather than upon stale, old traditions or, heaven forbid, ourselves.

That's how we grow and then boldly face all new seasons to come.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths."   ... Proverbs 3:5,6

"Learn your lessons well ..."  ... copied


Monday, August 14, 2017

Guarding My Heart Like Crazy Lately

This morning I mowed the lawn. Well, not all of it. No, this summer it's just too much for me, so I simply do the best I can then mow the rest days, or even, one week later.

My Mow It All At Once Season appears to be over.

Then after mowing, I collapsed here in my computer chair and read how my favorite old-fashioned supermarket (in the town where Naomi grew up) is selling-out. They'd been in business since 1922 and I'd shop there over the years and feel all 1922-ish, myself. (Adored that.)

But it looks like my Time Travel Shopping Trip Season is gone, also. 

But you know what all this means, right? I'm in a new season, one with its own surprises and adventures which will someday fade to warm, smile-worthy memories, also.

Yesterday I shared this at Facebook --

My world, our world, changes so abruptly, right? And The News makes certain it shares the bad ones with us.

But you won't find me soaking in the news. 
Nor hating men rather than the principalities behind them. 
Nor speaking in bubbled-over anger from ribs of bitterness.
Nor forwarding Facebook posts from 'groups of mockers.' (Psalm 1:1, below)

No, I'm aiming for what I read at Facebook yesterday --

"If you really care about our Country, instead of complaining, posting, liking, sharing negative, political or any other non-sense, figure out what you can do to make our society better and spend your time and energy on that. We are all guilty of doing this, but I personally vow to make a difference in this world!
Stand up, share your gifts and shine your light!"      ----- Janel MacDougall

I'm sharpening my God-given callings/skills/abilities. Asking that God give me a type of 'spidey sense' when others barely whisper, "Help me!," then to show me what needs doing. And I'll do what I do best (even if it appears tiny) and not feel guilty when others imply it's not enough.

For me, for you, there is no better planet-changing, sacrificial plan than the one He maps out each morning. And avoiding that plan--or trying to overreach and top it--never ends well.

But simple obedience! Oh, that always ends well, even if sometimes the results lodge in realms we can't yet see--but someday will view with crystal clarity.

"To obey is better than sacrifice, and to heed is better than the fat of rams."   ... 1 Samuel 15:22

"How happy is the man who does not follow the advice of the wicked or take the path of sinners or join a group of mockers!"   ...Psalm 1:1

When my seasons change, may I be glad I had what I had and not ruin things by wishing it still was what it was.


If you have a couple extra seconds, here's an excerpt from the 'old-fashioned store closing article' which I found to be sweet --

Budwey, known for greeting his customers by name, said he will still visit the store often. He'll keep his office, which is down the hall from the store. But he said it's most important to him that the employees, who have become like extended family for many customers, will remain and keep doing what they do best.
"Our people aren't trained to ask, 'Did you find everything today? They have their own special connections with their customers,'" he said. "I've seen a woman wait in the longest line just because she wants her favorite cashier. That says you're doing something right. And thank God for that employee."
Each year, for prom, Budwey gives all high school senior employees the Memorial Day weekend off. He likes to give free candy bars or doughnuts to children shopping with their parents. And it can take half an hour for him to walk from one end of the store to other, because so many people stop to hug him hello.
__________ Market started in 1922, with Frank's grandmother's store on Oliver Street in ___________. Frank took over the business after his father died in 1972. He was 23 and fresh out of the Army.
It's hard for him to walk away after all these years. But he has a new wife who travels often for work, and he plans to join her and enjoy his retirement.


Eegads! Yesterday I discovered that Blogger hasn't, like it used to, been alerting me to comments which need to be moderated before being published. I went through and approved each non-spammy one, so if you wondered why your perfectly-kind comments over the past month didn't appear, well, now you know. Alas.

(And now I'll watch that moderation page more closely.)


Oh, and be sure to check back next time when I share the absolute easiest way to earn money online. Well, at least for me.   πŸ˜‰


Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Fleas and Aprons and Toothpaste, Oh My!

“Do your best and let God do the rest.”    ― Ben Carson


Did I mention our little flea infestation? No, probably not. It's not a cool thing to share, certainly. Sigh.

In July, Carpet Cleaner Guy told me, "Our last job was a huge, terrible mess." He shook his head, I shook mine and said something like, "Hmm. That must've been rough."

Well, they used top-notch equipment, our carpet looked awesome, but the next day? Tom and I began swatting at fleas. Bap! Bap! "We usually don't have this many," I told him, slapping at a flea on my sock. "Maybe all the vacuuming and cleaning stirred up dormant eggs, or something."

It's weird, but not till days later did I recall that, "... huge, terrible mess," remark. Uh-oh. They must have carried in fleas on that new-fangled equipment (which doesn't get drained like usual) and upon their clothes.


Well, no one hates tiny bugs more than Tom, (a major reason we moved from the farm? I could no longer handle his insect aversion.), so he began ordering flea traps online. At first I complained about stepping over all those lighted contraptions, but soon I realized we had a real problem here.

Those traps were attracting and killing hundreds of fleas. 

Good grief. Never, ever have we battled this many fleas. And yes, we could choose to have the house sprayed, but no. Two cats live here and two people who despise pesticides.

Fortunately, the traps work awesomely, especially this kind, of which we have three--


But these past weeks of slapping, pinching and rolling fleas off my socks (to watch them often fly away afterward--what are they made of, anyway?) have presented me with choices--

Will I view this small problem as a huge one?
Will I use up mental energy concentrating upon it?  Let it steal my sleep?
Will I worry about our cats?
Will I let these annoying bugs and bites discourage me?


Will I do the best I can to address the problem--then move on?

Distractions. They're sent to test our determination, fortitude and our desire to obey the latest thing God's got us doing.

Like, God's been nudging me back to creativity for months and I'm determined to follow Grace around today, in peace, while being creative in all my housekeeping endeavors--and not wasting hours fretting about these annoying fleas.

Amen.  πŸ˜‰

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us..."   ... Hebrews 12:1


Hooray! Yesterday my Ebay red and yellow aprons arrived and now the backdoor hooks have that Daisy Cottage feeling (or something close. heh.) --


Oh, and do you recall my post where I mentioned buying a natural whitening toothpaste from a friend of a friend? My teeth really are whiter now, reminding me of when I was a young thing way-back-when.  πŸ˜ƒ

Well, now you can read about this toothpaste for yourself and even contact Marilyn if you're interested in trying it out. Here's her information ---

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🚫Not Damaging to Enamel
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(I'll also share this information at Facebook today.)

(Oh, and these are not Debra's teeth, lest you wondered.) πŸ˜‰