10 Reasons God Created Eve

I found this to be pretty clever.

Granma Rosies Ramblings


 10. God worried that Adam would always be lost in the garden because He knew men would never ask for directions.
9. God knew that Adam would one day need someone to hand him the TV remote because men don’t want to see what is on TV; they want to see WHAT ELSE is on TV.

8. God knew that Adam would never buy a new fig leaf when the seat wore out and therefore would need Eve to get one for him.

7. God knew that Adam would never make a doctor’s appt for himself.

6. God knew that Adam would never remember which night was garbage night.

5. God knew that if the world was to be populated there would have to someone to bear children because men would never be able to handle it.

4. As Keeper of the Garden Adam would never remember where he…

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The Writer in Me

As I flounder around in this sea of indecision, I constantly wonder why I keep putting off that which is so very important to me. My desire to write; to put pen to paper, or more appropriately, fingertips to keyboard, seems to rage within me. Yet I do not make the time to just sit and write. Maybe it is the fear of rejection. My works are my babies, and I get pretty upset whenever someone doesn’t like my ‘babies’. It’s not that I feel that I’m so much better than the everyday writer, it’s just that I’ve had so much rejection in my past that I am living in a state of fear.

And let me tell you, it sucks! I have so many works in progress. That’s the extent of my writing. So many pieces left unfinished. So many thoughts never written down. Some days it feels like I’m drowning in regret. Regret for not having the guts to submit my work even though they may be rejected. Even though someone out there may not see the heart and soul I put into each piece. But as I’ve read recently, it is not me that is being rejected, only my work.

Sometimes it is difficult to separate the two. At least to me it is. I love to write. This is what I’ve longed to do since I was a child. It burns within me. The characters in my head cry out to be heard. They want to be recognized. They want to be free of my mind and put down on paper for all to see. To know them. To love them. Just as I do.

So there you have it. My dilemma. My guilt of needing to do the things in my house that I believe needs to be done. My job. My family. My workouts. My social media time. My private reading time. I am exhausted at the thought of having to accomplish so many tasks in only a brief 24-hour window. And I cannot forget sleep. My brain would be fried in record time if I didn’t get sleep. Though I’ve been trying to wake up earlier to write, but sometimes the brain is a bit too foggy in the early-A.M. to be thinking clearly enough about characters and plot lines and dialogue.

Now I need to finish up here. I need to make myself understand that which is most important to me, and cut out the rest of the crap. My family. My work outs. My writing. I seem to spend way too much time on the computer. That needs to end. Perhaps an hour in the morning and one at night before I hit the pillow. Even if I can get in one or two hours a day. But at least I can feel that it was all worthwhile. That I have not squelched my talent. This needs to end. And it needs to end today. Any other writers out there with any advice, suggestions, encouragement? Would love to hear from you. And ‘Happy Writing’ to all.

Going Back to My Christian Roots

The Word of God endures forever. It cannot be destroyed. Those in Third-World nations hunger for it. Fellow believers long for a copy of the Bible for themselves. They sit on wooden benches in hot, stuffy shacks, worshipping the Lord while we in this country are sitting in air-conditioned masterpieces of architecture, and still we are not happy. We feel that going to worship once a week is a chore; boring and without merit.

The Bibles we have are normally for display, not for reading, much like our grandparent’s plastic-covered living rooms were. As believers, we need to open up that book, filled with life-giving, cleansing water for the thirsting soul. The Word is our hope. It reveals the precious Lamb of God who died to take away the sins of the world, so that we may be reconciled to the Father.

It doesn’t matter to God how many chapters you read in one sitting, as long as you take the time and refresh yourself in it daily. A verse or two, a chapter; just read it and take its words to heart. It can calm you down, and it can energize you, depending on what you are looking for.

Many people scoff at the Word, thinking it’s nothing more than fables and pretty stories written by uneducated men making foolish rules, and oppressive to women. But they couldn’t be further from the truth. God is holy. And the world does not understand Him any better than the religious leaders of Jesus’ time didn’t understand who He was.

God’s love for you is truly unconditional. He will be there with you in your struggles and your questioning “why’s” God doesn’t delight in people’s suffering or addictions, or in your tears. No. He wants nothing more than to comfort you.

For you to obey His word means to be kept safe from serious harm. Is that to say that nothing bad will ever happen to you? No. Life will still have its ups and downs, and heartache, pain, and temptations. But the Lord will provide you with the strength to make it through. All you have to do is ask. In His Word, a great light is there ready to break through the darkness of this world.

Understand that it is the ‘religious leaders’ of our day that try to overburden you with foolish rules and guilt trips. God will not do that. Christian faith is not about bondage, but about breaking free from condemnation. It is freedom; freedom from fear, addictions, and from a hardened heart. If you haven’t already, choose this day to take a chance on God. Let Him reveal Himself to you. Let Him bask you in the glory of His light and in His love. You’ll be glad that you did. Accept this offer of freedom and peace today.