Food For Thought.

Food For Thought.

When I think of today’s Daily Post Word Of The Day, Fork, my thoughts veer off in two directions. Just like a fork in a road, I think of the journey and all the forks that can rise up to meet us, and I think of the untensil used to eat foods. 

Both of these forks can be nourishing in different ways when used properly. A fork in the road of life can give us new direction. As Led Zepplin said, “There’s still time to change the road you’re on.” Over the past five years I have often wondered if I am on the right road. Walmart was never meant to become a career for me, yet here I am five and a half years later and every opportunity I have tried to capture has died. 

As my dad says, ‘Grow where you are planted.’ He also says, ‘Growth happens in the valleys.’ So if you feel you have taken the wrong fork, or are trying to come to a new fork, stay the course. God has a way of working out blessings no matter what forks we take. 

For example, if I had left WALMART and opted for a different career, I probably would not have stayed in the small town we are in. I say ‘we’ because now for the rest of my life I am a we. My wife and I are on one journey together, no matter what forks come up. And without staying at Walmart that wouldn’t have happened. She was a very pleasant surprise on this fork in the road. 

The other fork I wish to talk about today is the fork of nourishment. Forks feed us. They bring fruits and meats to our mouths. I wouldn’t recommend soup with a fork though. I also wouldn’t recommend any soup that isn’t home-made. We need to retrain our brains and our forks to eat like the majority of the world still does- Healthy!! 

Somewhere over the past 40-50 years America has entered the fast food nation. We like everything on the go. We have put down our forks for hand-held, preservative rich hamburgers and fries– Finger Foods. 

I was made aware of my own fork habits this past few days. I have an ongoing battle with cellulitis and I can’t help but wonder if my own eating habits are mostly to blame. The doctor told me during my hospital stay that cellulitis is like asthma or pneumonia, once you get it, it is in there and will continue to flare up whenever it wants. Bah!! Talk about an unexpected fork in the road, possibly due to my own fork habits!! 

So, cleansing it is. Fruits. Vegetables. Fresh, lean meats. I admit, this morning I did sneak a Dr. Pepper and some peanut m & m’s, but hey, I’m only human, right? I am going to do everything I can to hold to it now. That’s why I confessed it here. Now, the whole world can hold me accountable to my fork actions. 

One final story I wish to share with you all about forks. The year was sometime around 1988, maybe it was 1987. I was 11 or 12 years old and our family was around the dinner table. If memory serves, which it often doesn’t these days, my parents were talking about taking my younger brother to one of our local small towns for ice cream, or to run an errand. I remember that I was not going to be included in this trip, so with as much gusto as I could muster, I said, ‘This is where I put the fork down!!’ because I wanted to go too! Sadly, now at 234 pounds I have picked that fork back up too many times!! 

Well, here we are at another fork in the road. I am a blogger. The entire world has access to my words. As one world, all nations, under God, will you all join me and say, ‘This is where we put the unhealthy food and forks down!!’ My friends, we were created to be so much more than we have become. But we will only see our true potential when we first seek Him who gave us that potential. He and He alone will rise us to potentials we have never dreamed of if only we seek Him first. 

Seek Ye first the Kingdom Of God, and His righteousness. And all these things shall be added unto you.’ 

Matthew 6:33 

He wants to add blessings and years into us, not pounds. And when we seek Him, He will make every fork that comes up in our journey and on our plates a blessing. 

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From My Corner To Yours.

From My Corner To Yours.

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

We live in a media-saturated world. These days you’d be hard pressed to find anyone under the age of 20 who isn’t strapped into a cell phone, or iPod, iPad or MP3 player. Verbal communication has given way to text-only. Hardly anyone ever speaks on the phone any longer because now it is a computer. I am guilty as charged, your honor. It wasn’t always this way. The definition of progress has meant a chasm of growth in separation. 

I am part of the odd generation. We remember a time when all we had was Oregon Trail on our Apple IIe during computer class in the early-80’s. We were in school, and most of us even graduated high school, or God-forbid college, without the internet!! Say it ain’t so!!! It’s true young ones. The Internet didn’t really rage on to the scene until the mid-90’s!! 

My life without a computer, in its simplest terms, looks a lot like my childhood and how I wish I could live my life now. If you ask my wife she will say I am flat out lying, but even husbands have these secret places of desires of living out in the wilderness they never tell their wives about. It is engrained in our nature. Well, it was. Now we have a generation of entitled people who want everything handed to them. 

Life without computers for them? Ha!! They wouldn’t have a clue how to research a library, possibly keep a checkbook and again, God-forbid, one day will not know how to go to a store and pick out an item they see on the shelf. They won’t know how to write. They won’t know how to communicate without a keyboard or a screen. Progress???!!! Ha! Not to me!! 

Lately I have been on a serious kick, I mean almost an obsession, with survivalist shows. Man vs. Wild, Dual Survival, Survival School, life in Alaska I have watched all these shows over the past few months! It’s almost like God is preparing me to live that way, even as a disabled male. A fellow blogger friend said don’t count us disabled people out just because we are disabled. We can even do the hard stuff. 

I feel a pull within my soul to go hardcore!! And that may even mean writing journals by hand. That’s how they used to do it. Lewis And Clark, (you young kids reading this can Google them in a minute), they WALKED shore to shore of the oceans here in America over 200 years ago!! And other countries? They have histories even richer and broader than that! I am talking thousands of years!!! And in today’s world, we sit on our phones (if we can still call them that) and we have the entire internet in the palm of our hand. 

You want to know the greatest thing in the universe? He holds this entire universe in the palm of His hand!! He is God. He sent His Only Son, Jesus Christ, to Earth for all of us! He sent the ideas for technology to human beings to create. Imagine a world where one of them said, ‘Nope! I will not create this technology! We will not advance!’ We would all still be writing by hand waiting weeks to receive a letter from family. We would all be so distant from one another. Technology has brought us closer than ever before and we have allowed it to tear us apart. 

I have so many things that I wish to share with the world. I want to document when I first make a fire without the use of a match or lighter. I want to live off the land and share it with the world. I want to experience a life where my computer/phone is not accessed. But I also want the technology available to come back and write to all of you from the viewpoint of a disabled male born with Spina Bifida and say, ‘I did it, so there is no reason you can’t!’ Get out and live life, but share it! Life without computers? Sure. I could do it. But I also like being able to reach the world from my own little corner of it. 

Can You See What I see?

Can You See What I see?

Young At HeartWhat are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?

When I think on this Daily Prompt the following video is the first thing to pop into my mind. We are two days out now from Christmas Day 2015 and this film, National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, along with A Christmas Story and It’s A Wonderful Life. These films conjur up images for me of my youngster days during Christmas. 

I find it awesome timing that The Daily Post would ask this question around Christmas time. I never find it hard to be ‘young at heart’ around this time of year. I still believe in the magic and grace of Santa Claus. I believe he still lives in the hearts and minds of all of us and that spirit of giving and living for one another can and should be found every single day of the year. 

How do I stay ‘Young At Heart’? 

Thoughts and memories of being young. Why are we forced to completely grow up and forget all the wonder of our younger days? Does innocence truly need to be lost? I don’t believe so. I am almost forty years old and I believe in miracles. I believe in peace and love. I believe in the wonder of learning new things every day like a child seeing the world anew! That is how I will stay young. 

Yes, as it already is, my body will grow old and one day die. But I hope that I will keep some of the things of this body healthy so I can help as many others as possible after I am gone from this body. That is how I wish to live on. That is how I hope to stay young for as long as possible. 

Maybe one day my brain will be placed into the body of an able-bodied Athlete and I will have a new perspective with an old brain?! You never know the miracles that can be found on any street. This is my Grown Up Christmas Story Wish. Happy New Year to one and all from Rolling Blogger!!! 

I Love To Tell The Story!!!

I Love To Tell The Story!!!

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day 2015 may one day disappear from my memory. I sincerely hope not, because it was a 30-hour period of my life worth remembering!! 

Christmas Eve morning started off as any other holiday celebration. My wife baking ferociously in the kitchen!! Pies, cookies, a failed attempt at Christmas Crack, which is a cracker based dish with chocolate and caramel, Yum! (Usually). This time was a failed attempt, but as life often shows us, we can’t always be winners. 

We got a late start Christmas Eve and needed to make a run through Walmart to pick up some last minute necessities. My wife returned from that excursion with the emboldened phrase, “Never, Again, Ever, on Christmas Eve!”!! The day we are to be celebrating with loved ones, our local Walmart was a madhouse of corporate greed and people’s lusty lists for more “stuff!”! What should have taken my bride ten minutes took more than 30!!! So, I circled the lot. I figured it would be quicker to not have to deal with my wheelchair. 

On we go!! My sister has been blessed with a heart of Gold for God and wonderful business opportunities. My wife and I, along with my sister were able to reap the benefits of these opportunities when she cashed in some points for an Executive Suite at The Hilton in Bloomington! You have not seen The Twin Cities Southern Suburbs until you have seen them from the Executive Lounge on the 12th floor!! Wow! Overlooking a wildlife refuge on one side and Fort Snelling Outpost on the other! My wife and I actually took some time Christmas Morning yesterday to drive through parts of it and pay our respects as civilians. Awe inspiring and humbling! 

The rest of our time was spent together with pot roast and board games. We each took our turn at winning at Farkle and met one of my sisters amazing friends! It was a day of laughs and so much joy! 

Sadly, as all good times do, we ended our weekend last night with a leisurely soak in the hot tub before packing up and heading home. We believed we were headed into a storm and took our precautions, but nary a flake did fall until we were home!! Many times if you seek it, God will bless the journey. 

My wife and I have been married two and a half wonderful years and I must say, the past two days of memories will remain some of my favorites for years to come. I hope one day all of the world will join in the hope and peace of Christmas every single day of our lives. Is peace and harmony and giving freely of ones self and ones gifts every day possible? I would love to give the world a chance to find out. 

Also, I would love for us all to share our stories. I utilize this blog to attempt to bless the world. I am a writer. I write. I inspire. I give hope. I share memories so they may be remembered and built upon. I love to tell the story, of my life and God’s Love for us all. Shown in a humble, stable birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Please do not miss a chance to share your own stories. 

The Way It Was, The Way It Should Be Again.

The Way It Was, The Way It Should Be Again.

Sorry, I’m BusyTell us about a time when you should have helped someone… but didn’t.

Yesterday here in The United States was the 74th Anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor. In 1941, as we slept, we were attacked by a Japanese Force. When the first moment of the attack occurred our nation went into action, as we had many times before. We helped each other. Fast forward to September 11, 2001. It was a Tuesday morning, but again, we were attacked. We banded together once again. 

For centuries, we here in the United States have banded together to help one another and help other nations as we saw we could. Then, somewhere we disconnected. We switched off. I know there are those who will disagree with me on this post, and please, go ahead and let me know in the comments. But, we are now selfish. We are now a nation that wants to protect “most” of our own. We live in a society that says, ‘help these over here, but this group? No, forget them!’ It is sad, but it is true. 

We are ALL guilty of not helping others when we can. There are those who have more than enough, those who take more than enough and there are those who will never have enough. Well, I am using this post to say, ‘ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!’ I am really trying to keep my anger at humanity at bay because as Yoda said in Empire Strikes Back,  

I truly love all of humanity and I truly believe God has orchestrated all of this to be perfect, but our human selfish desires come in and screw up His perfect plan. God does not create pain or suffering, Evil does. God allows it to bring us closer to Him and not many of us do that. We allow Fear to drive us to anger, and our anger only causes us to hate and hate is a tool used by Satan to cause worldwide suffering. 

There IS enough and we were all created with special skills, tools and talents and experiences so no one should ever go without. But we have become too busy. Too busy chasing money, or success, or the almighty prestige and titles associated with worldly success. While we do that, others suffer because we run out of time to help. 

I am guilty of it too!! My disability allows me to work a certain number of hours so I can continue to get my assistance I need with my disability. There are more than one instance per week during this time of year that I have to tell my job I can’t stay and help because I would lose money and assistance. Why am I so dependent on that??! It truly bothers me. God has given me, you, those people over there, and these people here enough. But, we NEED to look out for one another. Share resources, help our neighbors, give when we have more than enough, use our God-given talents for others! We live in a world that continues to say No, when we should be saying, “YES! I will help! I have more than enough and will help my fellow man!” That’s the way it once was, that’s the way it should be again. That’s the truth and it would help create life! And when you have the way, the truth and the life you have a real Jesus in a real world who NEEDS HIM!

Destinations: There Is More!

Destinations: There Is More!

Yesterday I drove to Aunt Betsy’s Bed And Breakfast to complete the mowing. I am not sure if it will be the last time for the season or if we will have warm days for another month or so so I can do the job once or twice more before we call it a season. As I drove yesterday, the thought occurred to me, ‘we truly do not know what will happen along the way of our journey.’ 

As I was leaving my hometown, Montevideo, Minnesota (which I still think everyone should come visit) I witnessed something I had never seen before. I was at a stop light (yes, or small town is big enough to have a few stop lights!) and from the right (southerly direction) I saw a semi-truck hauling something I had never seen before! On a 50-foot flatbed, strapped to the trailer was a sign for  a Days Inn motel! As I saw this my mind instantly went to, ‘I wonder where it is going’. Is it traveling to a town nearby? Then I realized there are no Days Inn motels within a hundred miles of our town. Where was it going? If I had the time and money I would have turned around at the stop light and followed this sign on its journey. 

My destination has been planned, so my journey had to continue. There was work to be done. I drove through another little town rich with historical significance in our area, Granite Falls. It has been around since the early 1800’s and is another beautiful place to visit if you have the chance. I made it through Granite, as the locals call it, without incident. Some new construction for a truck stop is happening there on the corner, and yes, Granite Falls does only have one stop light. 

As I drove into the countryside I ran into the one thing every driver in Minnesota hates every summer, no, not mosquitoes, road construction!! Dun, dun, dun!!!! I was following a bus load of children, this was about 4pm. 

We came to a stop. The children in the bus began to wave and make faces, ah, the memories. At least that innocent part of childhood has not disappeared. We sat at a stand still for more than 10 minutes. God was really speaking during that time. Stop. Have fun. Laugh. Play. Breathe. 

Finally we got moving again. I made it to the farm. My dad was working in the yard on his projects when I arrived. We spent the next half hour talking about his projects and my work, it was a good time. But, the work had to get done. I completed the mowing and spent the rest of the evening watching television with my dad until my mom got home. It reminded me of times growing up when my dad and I would come in from the field and sit down and eat some dinner and watch Hee-Haw or Dukes Of Hazard, or Lawrence Welk. Those were the days! But the journey of life has continued and lead us to today. 

I guess the entire point of my telling you this story is pay attention. Those little mudane details of your day can sprout into great memories. Or, where you are in your journey now could completely change in a year. You may not be a Days Inn sign or road construction, but we all are on our way to somewhere. Do your best to make sure it is not just the end of life. There is so much more to all this! 

Find A Way!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Life’s a Candy Store.”

Yesterday for me was like being 6 again. I was granted an opportunity to drive the combine for a friend harvesting sunflowers.

Most of my greatest memories of childhood took place on farm equipment. Last year I had a few opportunities to dig the fields after the corn had been harvested. Those days were like being 6 again too!

I want to take this opportunity to switch gears. Ever since I was born I have lived with a heart of “Do it no matter how hard it is”. I used to jump off furniture. I used to play in the dirt. I was not your typical 6-year old. I had to go through a lot of stuff from my disability. But, I never let anyone tell me it can’t be done. 

If I had the chance to be 6 again, I would want it to be like yesterday. Yesterday I was a grown up in the fields and allowed to drive the combine by myself. If I was 6-years old again my Dad would be driving. I can remember being 8 and driving on the tractor with my Dad learning how to spell, learning my math and enjoying the Book-It Program. We would have to read a certain number of books to receive a pizza coupon. Most of my reading was sitting next to my Dad in the combine. 

When we are 6-years old we are often told, “Don’t do that! That’s dangerous!” Or, maybe that was just me. Today, at the age of 39, if someone tells me don’t do that, or it can’t be done, I find a way. 

That is the heart of a 6 year old that I want to encourage you to find today. When it appears it can’t be done, find a way. When your spirit says “it can’t be done”, find a way! Never quit! Never give up! It may hurt, you may fall or fail, but at least you will have tried. Be like a six-year old and find a way!