Wednesday, February 01, 2012
I kind of feel sometimes like an Israerlite. Yikes.
Went to the Orthopaedic and found out that Phyllis does not need surgery, that this issue just needs some tender loving care. Ok, so why does God keep asking us to slow down? why can't He ask those people who don't do anything. slowing down would fit well into their schedule. Issue is treatable. I wanted it healed. In due time. Pass me some manna please. It's not as serious as I thought (RESCUE!) but yet I'm grumbling.
I'm overwhelmed with Organic, Gluten Free, Dairy Free, and I know I'm gonna feel better, but it's nuts. BTW. Did you see the commercials for Tropicana? Saying they get their oranges from Florida... if it's not that big of a deal, why even bring it up? HUH? Pass some more manna please. I've got the knowledge and I'm not drinking fungicide, and will go to Organic anyway (most of the juice in our fridge is already) so why am I crabbing about it? He gives me knowledge, wisdom, and discernment... and I'm grumbling. Yikes.
God is good and faithful. And when I ask Him why about Phyllis... no answer. REALLY? that makes me a little nutso inside. Now I sound like Fonzi. I don't want her to have issues, I just want to eat some bread... with cheese on it. Grilled Cheese. That's what I am talking about... oh sorry. I digressed. I prayed for healing and for 'treatable'. This is healable and treatable. Not sure what my problem is.
Still praying the Names of God. Still knowing He is faithful.
there you go. Pass the Manna
And... I think I've told you this before... but when I first read about Manna, I thought of Manatees, so I every time I read that, I visualized Manatees falling from the sky. Oui.
Numbers 11:6 But now we have lost our appetite; we never see anything but this manna!