Don't Waste Your Tastebuds

For twelve years, my family and I thought that I was allergic to seafood. This was pretty ironic, since I'm a Marylander, and Maryland is well known for its' crab cakes. Yesterday, however, I was surprised to learn that that was a big fat lie. I never was! It's kind of weird living your whole life thinking of a certain food as hands-off and then suddenly being allowed to eat it. Well, you can bet your bottom dollar that Mom and I went out to Burger King that night for a fried fish sandwich! It was good too.

But I digress....

The thing is, many of us take things for granted. In this case, it's food. Most of us sit down at the table in the morning, ready to chomp on some wheaties, not realizing how God has blessed us in giving us the tastebuds we have to taste the yummy treats we like to snack on. Most of you have probably eaten fish, and think it's no big deal. I bet though, you never thought about how a person who was allergic their whole life (or thought they were allergic their whole life) to fish would be happy to be able to taste fish without worrying about bursting into hives or having their throats close up.

That, my friends, is where we need to be thankful to Christ for all that He has given us.

Including our tastebuds.

Because there are many who don't have that wonderful blessing.

As for me, I'm going to take advantage of my living in Maryland and see what a crab cake tastes like.

And I'll thank God before I do.

Soli Deo Gloria

Friday Funnies

Crazy cat pictures

My Feline Friend

Hi everyone,

Earlier this summer, our new neighbors in the back moved in.  They have two cats, a male and a female.  The female is named Dicey and the male is named Marley (think Jacob Marley).  Marley looks remarkably like my cat, Heather (she's a tabby....I think....) and Dicey is sort of a tuxedo cat (she is black and white).  She sort of looks like this one:

The little darling comes back and forth through an opening in our neighbor's fence and wanders through our yard (and other yards).  I've made friends with her, and she'll let me pet her while she rubs against my back, purring happily.  

Last night, I had finished the ritual and started to go up our hill to go back inside.  I happened to look behind me, and lo and behold, a certain somebody was following me up the hill!  I kept walking and she followed.

She went under two of our vehicles and then came out to where the sidewalk met the driveway.  She looked at me, and as I walked up the sidewalk, what did she do?  Came walking right after me like  duckling.

Uh oh.

I stepped up onto the front step and she stopped.  I carefully opened the storm and front door and closed it behind me, slightly afraid that she was going to come in.  She had hopped onto the front step and waited there, like she was going to be let in.  My mom, brother and I looked through the screen door at her.  It was like she thought I was her owner or something.

At last, my brother and I decided that we needed to get her back home.  She had owners after all. So I stepped outside and just as I expected, she immediately followed me back down the hill, although she was slightly wary of the tall broad-shouldered boy that was following us.  

We led her back down the hill and to the opening in the fence.  One problem.

She didn't want to go.

And the owners were in their backyard, sitting at a table and chatting with each other.

Uh oh.

After repeatedly whispering for her to go home, we finally managed to coax her into slipping her little furry body under the slot and into her own backyard.  Mission accomplished.

You can tell how much excitement we get around here.

Kidding.  Everybody has more than one exciting moment in their life!  What?

Soli Deo Gloria