The Cure is on your plate!

The Cure is on your plate! Back in the Nixon Era, war was declared on cancer. Strangely, even though a prevention and a cure has been found, the powers that be still fund and fight this war. Obviously, the conflict of interest and motive is profit over health. The China Study and practically a zillion others have found the answer. Cancer, like ALL other degenerative disease, is a food born illness curable by consuming greens, fruits, vegetables, grains, and legumes. The healthiest people in the world eat little or no meat. Likewise, God's Word teaches that plants are the best foods for man. It's an issue of perspective. You can't exercise away a dirty diet. Is your body a garbage disposal or a temple?

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

light in my darkness

"That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, of the Word of life;(For the life was manifested, and we have seen it, and bear witness, and shew unto you that eternal life, which was with the Father, and was manifested unto us;) That which we have seen and heard declare we unto you, that ye also may have fellowship with us: and truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with his Son, Jesus Christ. And these things write we unto you, that your joy may be full. This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. If we say that we have fellowship with him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth: But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us," John 1:1-14.

The Christmas Season seems to do this to me. Or more likely cloudy weather at this time of year gets me down and clouds my judgement...anyway...

Last night, I put on my mom had and began to worry about an adult child. Really, if I didn't do good enough job that I KNOW they lead decent lives, I can't fix it now. Still, I worry about the effects of the choices of others on my beloved children. Anyway...I got pretty anxious about it and couldn't sleep. So...I prayed. Immediately, I was inspired to a certain action. Once complete, my heart had peace and my head stopped swirling. I had joy, because of the light my Savior cast in my darkness.

The Lord is my light; then why should I fear?
By day and by night his presence is near.
He is my salvation from sorrow and sin;
This blessed assurance the Spirit doth bring.
The Lord is my light;
He is my joy and my song.
By day and by night he leads,
He leads me along.

The Lord is my light; tho clouds may arise,
Faith, stronger than sight, looks up thru the skies
Where Jesus forever in glory doth reign.
Then how can I ever in darkness remain?
The Lord is my light;
He is my joy and my song.
By day and by night he leads,
He leads me along.

The Lord is my light; the Lord is my strength.
I know in his might I'll conquer at length.
My weakness in mercy he covers with pow'r,
And, walking by faith, I am blest ev'ry hour.
The Lord is my light;
He is my joy and my song.
By day and by night he leads,
He leads me along.

The Lord is my light, my all and in all.
There is in his sight no darkness at all.
He is my Redeemer, my Savior, and King.
With Saints and with angels his praises I'll sing
The Lord is my light;
He is my joy and my song.
By day and by night he leads,
He leads me along....James Nicholson

Monday, December 15, 2014

ponder in her heart

Mother's Love
Liz Lemon Swindle
This artist captures so much of what mothers feel toward little newcomers. 

"And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart," Luke 2:17-19.

In no way can I imagine Mary's ponderings as the mother of the Messiah. I can imagine the joy she felt over her little baby. Welcoming a new one into the maternal circle takes time, reflection, and an open heart. Even though a mother carries the child for nine months, she doesn't yet know him. They are almost strangers. Yet, the mother feels an iron bond with the little newcomer. When we tell the story and celebrate Christmas, we really celebrate Jesus' life, character, example, and sacrifices for us.

Sunday, December 14, 2014


Praying For...Since I don't do grandchild of the week during December, I pray for them and my children as a group...I ask health, happiness, safety, security, peace, plenty, prosperity, vision, courage, faith in and loyalty to Jesus Christ. I beg that they may be blessed with gospel strong friends and a desire to embrace the good life that living the gospel brings. I plead that they will choose that better part and focus on the building their families in Christ. I hope their burdens and trials will feel light, that they will be of good cheer, and that joy will fill their souls. These things can be reality IF they put trust in the Lord and follow His ways even if they face trials and tribulation. I pray for peace on Earth and good will between all men.

Jesus Word...We left early yesterday morning, so I never put up my Christmas Advent Scriptures. The following is for two days. "And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men," Luke 2:12-14. WooHoo! The Messiah again!

Cucina Fresca...This has happened to me before. When I eat tons of greens and fruit, my eyes loose the brown. Right now they are a blue/grey with a tiny bit of brown around the center. Weird! Most of my life my hazel eyes have been almost entirely brown. I can't say I've ever loved navel oranges before, but the ones on my tree taste almost like orange sherbet. Eating spinach and orange smoothies for breakfast, lentils and sprout/lemon/orange salad for lunch, and beans/grains/kale for dinner with an orange cut like a grapefruit, I feel so light and happy. Then yesterday I ate out and was sick until morning. Gratitude fills my heart that the oil that gave me such trouble last night wasn't soy, or my throat would have closed up in addition to all the other undesirable symptoms. Uuuuugh. To me yummy taste is NOT worth hours or days or a lifetime of pain and suffering. Some people close to me don't agree, which boggles my mind.  The other day a couple ladies came over to visit. During the visit, they asked for some of my citrus. Surely, they said, you can't eat it all. I indicated that I could but would still share. I really didn't want to give any away, it's so yummy and they aren't exactly too poor to buy their own oranges and lemons. We plan to use it up before heading up for tax season. What we don't eat here, we'll take. Secret Daughter and The Whispering Season this week. Both were interesting and enjoyable. I highly recommend them. I also started Royal Road to Fotheringhay about the life of Mary Stuart. She had a privileged life but was brought up a pawn for political intrigue and gain. Life was cheap in those days and seems to be returning to that low level. What a horrible story! History is hard to stomach but so important to understand. Enjoying the free classes given by Hillside College and looking forward to others I plan to take with BYUI soon.

Family enjoying the ability to work on this from the comfort of my own home. Actually, anywhere I can use wifi with my laptop, I can do genealogy. With ancestry and family search, my lines are combining with others. Some go back 20 or more generations now. Some of those people I can learn about in history books. Before delving into their lives, it was exciting to learn that kings and queens are my direct ancestors (not the back door illegitimates intimated by family legend). Being a student of history for academic pleasure is entirely different than reading it to learn about one's grandparents. What horrors! But I suppose I can't judge them by today's standards. Life was different....but the commandments have always been the same...murder, stealing, and immoralities of all sorts are forbidden. Glad I'm not the judge.

Movement...with the rain, my walks have been hit and miss. However, all the other things help on house confinement days. The rain also brings out sore joints, but arthritis is not nearly as bad as it was years ago. Eating a diet free of allergens, I've experienced a huge difference with inflammation of all sorts. Add in the foam rolling, stretching, and strength exercises, and I don't often have much trouble. At least it's not debilitating as it once was.

Garden Gate...the darn rabbits ate my gogi berry bushes down to the dirt. Cotton tails are so cute, but I can't stand them. Really, it's my fault for not putting hardware cloth around them. I guess I'll buy some more gogi bushes on the way home from buying hardware cloth.

Friday, December 12, 2014

The Gift, My Savior

"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord," Luke 2:11.

When Spencer was eight or nine, he memorized Luke 2 and quoted it on Christmas Eve for years. Whenever I read Luke 2 these days, I remember the fun hours we spent working on this project and so many others. I remember the delightful times I had as a hand-on mom. Because those years passed so quickly without me understanding what a blessing I had in that sweet and sassy bunch of children, my memories are at times bittersweet and a bit regretful. Laying aside disappointment in myself and all that, I mainly feel the enormous joy the blessing my children brought and still bring. “Children are an heritage of the Lord,” Psalm 127:3.

When I feel discouraged, I try to remember the false sense of business and my inability to see what I had at that time. It allows me to see the joy I have right here, right now. Jesus is my Savior on Earth as well as in Heaven. He is my balm of Gilead, my Grace, my Joy, my Peace, my Light, my Rest, my Gift.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

embrace the promised joy

The Angel Appearing before the Shepherds' by Thomas Buchanan Read, Dayton

"And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people," Luke 2:8-10.

I wonder if I would be afraid if an angel appeared before me. The angel told of a great joy that did Jesus bring. However, that joy doesn't just hang around but must be sought. Every time I feel wrong feelings or thoughts, I know I must intentionally choose to banish them and embrace the promised joy of Jesus.