Just a BlinkProof Time Flies

Surely your popcorn is better than mine.

Popcorn is regular snack in our home. Neat Pete can make popcorn in a heavy pan on the range. I usually just end up making micro-wave popcorn. We have the special popcorn bowls but sometimes we just eat it right out of the bag.

Lil’ Miss Molly seems to think that she needs to taste every-one’s popcorn just in case it might be better than her own. In the photo above she is looking longingly at her brother’s bowl. He is humorously guarding his portion with a real sense of urgency. He has been known to lick his food as to thwart greedy food snatchers from consuming his goods. [As if Molly knew what a germ was or cared!]

This got me thinking about my own heart in terms of sharing, ownership and jealousy. While looking through all the wonderful blogs out there I sometimes wonder if their “popcorn” is better than mine. Ick! I know better than to make comparisons.

I have struggled with jealousy for as long as I could remember. Like back in the day, “Her bangs are ratted way higher than mine.” Or now, “Her house is so clean!”

I can reflect on my own jealousies and remember that God is jealous of all my time and energy spend into things of the world.

Exodus 34:14 (New International Version)

Sometimes I feel over run with good books.

Study guides, self-helpers, pretty books and spiritual books.

All good. But there really is only one Good Book.

The Holy Bible.

Molly with her milk crate "bookcase".

The Bible, Book of 1Peter, Chapter 1, Verses 24-25

All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord stands forever…

Our new over-the-door towel hanger was a score from a local after-retailer home goods store for only $7.99! [Yes we are still working on pulling together the bathroom.]

The diamond cut knobs are my treasures. It is like a pretty crown offered up to soften our deep brown painted walls which will have deep blue accessories down the line. I feel like a princess just hanging my towel up to dry on such a dainty rack.

A new view of myself as a “princess” reminded me that I am a child of God. God is a King. The King to be precise. The King of Grace. I need Grace. I need Him.

Bible, Book of Hebrews, Chapter 4, Verse 16

Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

Holy Bible, Book of Genesis, Chapter 1, Verse 11

Then God said, “Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed, and fruit trees on the earth bearing fruit after their kind with seed in them”; and it was so.