Monday, December 30, 2019

2020 Vision

Physical sight is a precious gift we often take for granted. Are you keeping your peepers healthy?

Mom used to tell us to eat our carrots. Turns out - she was right! Vitamin A is crucial for eye health. Also, goji berries, high in zeaxanthin, have crazy high levels of the type of antioxidants; protecting against age-related eye diseases as well as damage from UV light. Fill your plate with the goodness in salmon and other oily fish; green leafy veggies; eggs, nuts, beans, or other non-meat protein; oysters and pork; citrus fruits. Pack in the omega-3 fatty acids, zinc, lutein, vitamins C and E. Keeping a well-balanced diet also protects us from type 2 diabetes; the leading cause of blindness!
Other obvious eye-friendly health tips are: 
  • Quit smoking! 
  • Wear sunglasses that block 99% of UVA and UVB rays. 
  • Use protective eyewear during sports or hazardous work environments.
  • Give your eyes a break! Look away from that computer screen every 20 minutes and never work more than two hours without a 15-minute break.  
Just as we care for our physical eyes through examination, corrective lenses and even surgery; we must intentionally assess our personal vision regularly. 
Do you suffer from any of the following “Personal Vision” Disorders?
This applies to our Spiritual Vision as well!

#1: Myopia; nearsightedness:

Faraway objects look blurry, because our present situation is so chaotic. There is no clear direction, purpose or goals. Life is so full of distraction, drama and disappointment; there seems to be nothing to look forward to. Depression is imminent with this outlook. Find a mentor to give you better perspective. Set a short term goal. You’ll feel amazing when you accomplish it!

#2: Hyperopia; farsightedness:

When the present, close-up objects in our lives look blurry; we get frustrated. We find ourselves wishing, hoping and waiting for better days. But this outlook is “distorted”! This hyperopia causes us to think negatively about “now”. Learn to be grateful and present in each moment of life and focus on the goodness all around. Start a “Grateful” Journal. List five things each morning or evening you are grateful for. It will change your life in 30 days!

#3: Presbyopia:

Sometimes farsightedness is a side effect of growing older. Aging can cause us to lose the elasticity of our vision. We must incorporate intentional planning for transition in our lives and careers as we age. We don’t want to lose vision and momentum! We want to be productive and effective all the days of our lives! This takes intentional planning in advance.

#4: Astigmatism:

The shape of current circumstances can cause blurred vision. When we refuse to let light, hope and joy shine directly into our lives; everything becomes distorted. We cannot allow busy schedules and overloaded calendars to misalign our lives with the beauty all around us; robbing us of the most precious gift; vision for our future. 

Let’s go for 20/20 Vision in the coming year. 

Be intentional.  Be grateful.  Be-YOU-tiful!

Monday, December 9, 2019

They Really Were Wise Men!

Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,
And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense and myrrh.
Matthew 2: 1,11

We understand the gold… but why frankincense and myrrh?


Ancient historical uses:

This oleo-gum-resin taken from the trunks and limbs of the Boswellia tree was used in Holy Anointing Oil. Frankincense was considered a cure-all. This fragrant oil was used to anoint the newborn sons of kings and priests. As a gift to baby Jesus, it affirmed the prophecy of the birth of the King of Kings. Frankincense was also used to elevate spiritual awareness and meditation; assisting a person as they transitioned between life and death. After death, it was a common embalming agent. 

Current uses:

The monoterpenes in frankincense reprogram cellular memory and promote permanent healing; helps to sustain normal cellular regeneration; used to treat cancer, depression, allergies, headaches, bronchitis, herpes, tonsillitis, typhoid, warts, brain damage, head injuries; stimulates white blood cell production, and an expectorant. The rich fragrance is used in Old Spice’s Shulton as well as Estee Lauder’s Cinnabar and Youth Dew. 


Ancient historical uses:

Pregnant mothers anointed their bodies with this gum-resin from the Myrrh tree. Used for protection against infectious diseases and for overall wellness; believed it protected the unborn child from generational curses; diffused during labor to relieve anxiety. After childbirth the baby’s umbilical cord was treated with myrrh to protect from navel infection and the mother massaged onto her abdomen to remove stretch marks. Myrrh was used for insect repellent, and blended with other oils to prolong the life of the other fragrances.

Current uses: 

Antiseptic, thyroid and endocrine balancer, bronchitis, diarrhea, thrush, ringworm, fungal infections, chapped skin and wrinkles. Myrrh is still used to extend the fragrance of other scents… such as Estee Lauder’s Alliage.

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Friday, June 7, 2019

Forever - My Sissy... Patricia June Nelson

There are moments in time that will forever be etched in my heart and memory. March 10, 2019, encapsulates one of those moments. Preceded by ten days of a thousand other memories that will both comfort and haunt that particular web of time, frozen in my memory. 
"She's gone", the voice said softly. I honestly cannot even remember which family member's voice was on the other line. But I can remember the feeling that enveloped the car I was in, on that dark night... the gut wrenching sob that ripped from my throat... the vacuum that sucked me into a place I had never been. My sissy was gone. I was not by her side when she breathed her last breath, but she took with her a piece of my heart. A part of me that I have difficulty living without. 
Her Love is one of my earliest memories. She was ten when I was born, so she spoiled her baby sister a little. 
We shared so much, in our 59 years together. 
My Kindergarten and her High School shared a cafeteria - and she never failed to find me during that hour and smother me with love and kisses. She always made me feel cherished. Memories of her holding my head in her lap in church, stroking my hair and tickling my ears is a comfort memory of my childhood.
Even though she was ten years my senior, she shared her friends with me. Memories of fun car trips, silly stories and crazy jokes are tucked into my mind from the first half-dozen years of my life.  
She was the best babysitter - basically gave my sister Debbie and I, the run of the house - as long as we had everything straight when mom and dad got home. She was easy going and easy to please.
I married young, and she taught me lots of things - how to decorate, and how to cook. (And man could she ever cook!) 
We both loved weird snacks like fried pickles, hot pickled okra and boiled peanuts - and often shared them after church with our little families. As adults, we loved hanging out, cooking and eating, making a meal out of cornbread and buttermilk. 
We shared special seasons of life together and a quirky sense of humor. We were both expecting babies at the same time and although Trent was to be her third baby; Brocc was my first, so she and Tony went with Jeff and I to birthing classes at the hospital. As the nurse explained the processes she and I were amused by her forced professional tone. When she told us they would bring the babies periodically "to be fed to their mothers"; bring babies to be fed to their mothers? No one else even flinched - but we both instantly had a visual of a naked baby on a silver platter with an apple in its mouth. We had to leave the room because we could no longer hold back the laughter.  
We shared kids  - when we lived close - our houses were both homes for all of our children. 
We shared grandbabies. She loved mine and had a special relationship with each one of them. I adore hers, and feel like they are my own. 
We shared her birthday... well after 1975 we did, when I got married on the first Friday after school let out - which just so happened to be June 7th; her birthday. 
We shared our honeymoon. They were kind enough to drive us to the beach and to Carowinds; the motor in Jeff's car blew up the week before our wedding. That weekend is a whole story in itself!
She was my sissy.  
She could fix a washer- dryer - toaster - sewing machine - or anything that could be taken apart! 
She always had an open door and room for an “extra” to spend the night... a month... or as we saw when she rescued Tabitha- an abandoned baby girl ... a lifetime. 
She was my business partner- travel companion- friend and confidante. 
She should have been a professor or an interrogator...a CEO of any company! She could have been anything she wanted to be. 
She was amazing. Talented. Brilliant. Charismatic. 
But she chose to be the best mom, wife, sister, aunt and friend within her power. 
I will always remember her gorgeous eyes- her loving my babies- and the way she loved her husband Tony. 
She was proud to be a Morrison/Wilt/Nelson. She protected and covered for all of us - and would fight anyone who said we were less than perfect. 
We had plans to celebrate this year. We were turning 60 and 70 years old. Happy Birthday in heaven sissy... we'll celebrate as soon as I get there.
I love my family and if Pattie could speak to us today... she would tell us to - DRIVE FAST AND TAKE CHANCES! Love each other and love JESUS the most!

Monday, April 15, 2019

The Garden Awaits

The Garden was quiet.  Daylight was fading. The sun was slowly sliding towards the horizon. Resplendent beauty radiated from every corner of the Garden. However, the Creator was oblivious to the grandeur around Him. He stood alone in this plot of paradise for the first time since He had created Man. No one greeted Him that day as He entered. No outstretched hands welcomed Him. No glittering eyes waited eagerly to share the events of the day. 

The curse of sin had fallen, 
like a guillotine; 
severing the innocent, loving relationship 
between Man and Maker. 

It was a sad day. Communion was shattered. The Garden would never be the same. Gone were the brilliant mornings, filled with wonder. Gone were the timeless evenings of fellowship. Adam and Eve were banished and could never return. In fact the Garden stood empty for years.

The Garden was quiet.  Daylight was fading. The sun was slowly sliding towards the horizon.
The Master was alone again, except for the three sleeping disciples. He had already roused them once, but they slept on. 

He walked deeper 
into the Garden and wept. 
He intensely desired 
to bring them one last time 
to this Garden retreat, 
where they had met so often. 
He had planned to 
pray with them - to prepare them. 

The sleeping men had no idea that moments later, soldiers would take away their Lord. In the days ahead mobs would cry out for Him to be crucified and false witnesses would concoct ruthless lies. They would not be prepared for the sight of their Lord yielding his hands and feet to the nails of a cross. The Garden where they lay dreaming would burst into a living nightmare just any second now.  When He cried, “It is finished”, they would not understand His death. They would never realize what they lost, by sleeping in the Garden.

The Garden was quiet. Daylight was just peeking over the horizon - when suddenly an angel appeared! The guards patrolling the tomb fell to the ground in fear as the stone rolled away from the sepulcher.The ground shook as Jesus stepped into the Garden again. In His hand were the keys to Death, Hell, and the Grave! 

Communion was restored!  
Sin and the serpent were defeated! 
Jesus Christ would reign forever!

When Mary arrived - and saw the angels in the vacated tomb - her grieving heart and tearful eyes blinded her vision. She turned to leave as panic threatened to choke the breath from her. When she saw Him, she mistook Jesus for a gardener, and begged Him to tell her where her master was.  (John 20:14-15)

The Garden is quiet. It awaits each morning, fresh with new mercy. All who enter can enjoy sweet fellowship with the Lily of the Valley - the Rose of Sharon - the Morning Star! 

An hour in the Garden 
is strength to the weary mind, 
bread to the hungry heart,
water to the thirsty soul. 

One hour in the Garden with Jesus can bring healing to the hurting and comfort to the lonely. How long you stay and how often you come is your choice. 

He will always be there, 
craving His time with you 
- uninterrupted time - 
an audience of one. 

He desires to take you deep into the Garden to places you’ve never been. You may not recognize Him - if life has distorted your vision; you may think He couldn't possibly be your master - with calamity and chaos cluttering your mind. Don't run away - it is Him! Close your eyes, take His hand… the Garden awaits!