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Psalm 10
¹Why standest thou afar off, O Lord? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
2 The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.
3 For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire, and blesseth the covetous, whom the Lord abhorreth.
4 The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts.
5 His ways are always grievous; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.
6 He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall never be in adversity.
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud: under his tongue is mischief and vanity.
8 He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages: in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes are privily set against the poor.
9 He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.
10 He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will never see it.
12 Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up thine hand: forget not the humble.
13 Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God? he hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.
14 Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.
15 Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou find none.
16 The Lord is King for ever and ever: the heathen are perished out of his land.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:
18 To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.
6Arrows, to continue last nights conversation, I grew up –my younger years on shift work. I slept on the sofa until my father got home at 11:30pm, woke up and was with him for a little while until he carried me and put me in bed. I ate dinner at 8pm because he was going in on the graveyard shift or at it at 4pm because he was on day shift. I understand those things. My mother, for all her faults as an alcoholic prepared wonderful meals until I had to take over. If there was something I didn’t like- boiled okra- I didn’t have to eat it, but nothing special was made to sustitute for it and it didn’t stop her from cooking with it, so today I love the taste of peas and butterbeans cooked with boiled okra, but I still won’t eat the green slimy stuff.
I made the mistake with BG of catering to her pickiness. I regret it. It has become an embarrassment when she is at someone elses house and won’t eat what they have. It is RUDE on her part. I was somewhat up against a husband but mostly a mother in law who told me not to worry it would all work out. There is a crazy cousin who has lived his life on less than 10 food items but they always hold him up as an example because he has never been sick, but he is weird as all get out. Now I am up against a husband who doesn’t understand why she is so finicky and wants me to make her eat different things—I can’t win.
I am in your corner on this one because I am experiences 1/6 of what you are experiencing, but you have time with the younger ones to fix this. BG is 16, I can’t force feed her.
6 Arrows, I have been praying and thinking since I read your post.
I think the battle is won at the grocery store. You may have to take on all the shopping for “budgetary” reasons. You can save a lot by having frugal snacks such as homemade popcorn, etc. I know I did not have a large family to feed, but I would probably have potato night, pizza night, taco night, etc. With the basics and with some things each individusl likes for thdir toppingz. Omelets,, pancakes can be done the same. My husband is picky about veggies so I make a pumpkin bread/cake with healthy yogurt, olive oil(baking lite kind), chpped walnuts, oatmeal, spices and chocolate chips. A friend who does not like pumpkin said she loves it. Theze are just some ideas. I hope ig helps.
It is a selfishness to expect ANY wife or mother to cater to each person’s ‘likes’ for meals. Real food issues are another story.
I was a picky eater and was excused from eating any fish after throwing up in my plate. However, I still was expected to eat what was cooked. We were allowed to have a very little of anything we disliked. A bite, followed by milk, can usually be managed by anyone. We were not allowed junk food between meals, so we may have ended up hungry. A little hunger (in this sense) never hurt anyone. Plus, sometimes you find out you do like what you thought you wouldn’t, like my grandson who discovered he like raspberry vinaigrette.
I still encourage my grandchildren to eat what is being served. I point out that there will be many times in life that they may be required to do this. Whether as a missionary, guest, or in attendance at a political or office function, this is a good thing to learn.
It is also important to teach children how to POLITELY decline something and how to express gratitude for whatever is given to them. Both the mother and father should be doing this. There is a multitude of etiquette taught at the family dinner table. If you want your children to be successful in life, it is good to teach it. If you want your children to express love for others, as God’s word tells us, it is important to teach it.
Many fathers do not consider it, but it is important and worth some deep discussion. My condolences, 6arrows, if your husband will not consider what is best for the children AND you. Of course, all things in moderation. We can make too big a deal out of all of this, too.
Great ideas, Janice. I found my daughters loved salads when they could put on their own toppings. We even had salad bars for birthday parties sometimes. I am sure there are a lot of good ideas out there.
I could use some prayer please. My ongoing and neverending battle with our mail order prescription company rages on. I lost my temper this morning and I was not very nice to the like 6th person I talked to about it. I let my frustration get the better of me. The rules and their story change with every person you talk to. It’s also ironic that trying to straighten out a blood pressure med order would spike my blood pressure to high levels. I need to stop letting them get to me. Thanks.
A home kitchen is not a restaurant and a mother is not a short order cook. She should not be treated like one. Boys who grow up not learning that, will carry on the tradition with their wives.
I will keep you in my prayers, 6arrows, as it is probably a difficult thing to change. It can be changed, however. My father recently commented that his mother treated him and his siblings this way. MY mother did not. He learned and WE learned, too.
6 Arrows, I notice that my son is now influenced by what his peers will eat. If you know any children who could be a good influence in this manner that mighg help, too. Peer pressure can be a good thing sometimes.
My people have always catered to me. They always bring a special potato salad or stuffing mix for me. “Charlie, this is yours.” Also, they never make me eat liver.
I never make Elvera eat oysters. I trade my scallops for her oysters and we get along fine.
Just a little praise item. It has been -10 Celsuis (12 Farenheit) or lower all week long. The packed snow on the roads is gradually turning to ice under the pressure and friction of car wheels, instead of melting as it would in slightly warmer temperatures. The ice is then hidden by the continuously blowing snow from the surrounding fields. All making for more than usually dangerous driving conditions.
Last night my sibling (the one who just got engaged) and I were coming home from a Bible study. She was driving, gently navigating a particularly tricky ‘S’ curve, when the car veered suddenly. She managed to keep the car on the road for about a hundred feet, until the back wheels ‘fishtailed’. We spun around, and the car headed for the ditch on the opposite side of the road. I just said out loud, “Lord, take care of us”. Thankfully, there was no traffic and the snow was deeply piled in the ditch, so we didn’t go far before the car was stopped by the drifts.
A passerby must have alerted the police to our whereabouts, for before my sister could find the number to dial CAA (like AAA), a police officer was at our door, asking if we were all right. He got his dispatcher to call CAA for us and had us sit in the back of his cruiser to keep warm until the tow-truck got there. The car was pulled out with no damage and we were able to get home safely.
Prayers for us, please, as we deal with yet another illness. I suspect all of the hand washing in the world makes no difference when there is a pile of sick people on one’s lap. Could be the flu or a flu mimic. Deep cough, exhaustion, some have fevers and are throwing up. Fortunately, husband decided to go with the serious cortisone treatment and is able to move around so he is making up for the lack of me. I am down with it and am just tending sick ones. Currently it is the twelve year old girl and the seven year old boy and me. Six year old has had it, a sixteen and a seventeen are over it.
One man’s opinion about Bible reading. This might not fit you.
Some parts of the Bible are best read at one setting. Some, not so much. Some of the stories in Genesis, for instance, say Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac are best read in one setting. The laws in Deuteronomy, not so.
A Psalm should be read on it’s own, not along with other Psalms.
The Gospels could be read by events, e.g. the Sermon on the Mount, or the Oliviet discourse, (Matt 24-25), But not the entire book at one setting.
etc.
6 Arrows, I definitely have opinions and thoughts on the “eat what you want, adults will adjust for you.”
(I went back and read yesterday’s thread, because I hadn’t seen it.)
First, my husband and I were both raised with the “you have to eat everything on your plate” route, and both of us are fairly picky eaters with some very strong biases. It simply didn’t work. For him, since he threw up a few times, his parents eventually relaxed the rules; mine did not. He’s actually pickier than I am and his biases are stronger. (For example, I hate eggs, and he hates peas. I cook eggs for him, though I detest the smell, but I can’t cook peas for myself, because he detests the smell, even though he isn’t the one cooking them.) One of our daughters is picky, too, and it is indeed hard to cook for such a family. (It probably doesn’t make it any easier that the kid who isn’t a picky eater would like a wider repertoire than the rest of us need, but that’s a different story.)
I once had a housemate for about a year, mid-twenties, whose menu was this limited (this is not an exaggeration; these are the only foods she had in the house): chicken nuggets, sliced ham, yogurt with Oreos, a couple kinds of granola bars, and possibly one or two other things I can’t remember, maybe some cheese. But her meats were chicken nuggets and lunch meat ham and she ate no veggies or fruit of any kind, though apparently when she “ate out” along with her chicken nuggets she would also eat french fries. (She told me herself that french fries were the only vegetable or fruit she ever ate.) This girl is not prepared to go on dates, to be a guest, or to be a mother of a family. She’s crippled. And her health will almost inevitably suffer.
The box suddenly became so small I couldn’t see what I was writing, so I went ahead and posted what I had so far. At any rate, I determined long before I had kids that (1) I would not make them eat everything on their plate or take some of everything and (2) I would not adjust my own cooking to avoid foods they don’t like. (I do adjust for my husband, but that’s different.) The picky one did complain to my husband once, since apparently I’d served several foods in a row that she didn’t like. (He was driving her back to college.) I told him basically they don’t have to eat what I serve if they don’t like it; they’re free to make what they prefer, instead. I won’t be offended, but neither can I cater to three picky eaters. Partly because of the picky-eater dynamic and partly because of the way I grew up, when I make dinner I usually have a bunch of different foods on the table (maybe one meat dish, two cooked veggies, and two raw veggies). Anyone is free to avoid anything they don’t like, but that is as far as I will go, period. If I’d raised the girls, I would have had some oversight on snacks (growing up we weren’t allowed “free grazing,” nor would I allow it), but my girls are old enough now that they do what they want on such things, and foods I want to save for my own snacking stay in my bedroom.
Oh, and I don’t “cater to” my own pickiness, either. I cook eggs for my husband though I detest them, and I cook with onions sometimes, though I pick them out of my own portion.
6 Arrows, I have continued praying knowing that you feel out of control in the situation and that all our suggestions, though good, may not be feasible in your siguation. As parents we try to do our best, but there are always hindrances. I will pray for you and your husbsnd to work together to bring about some positive solutions.
Wow, thank you all who offered your thoughts yesterday and today, and for all of you who are praying. That means so much to me.
I am considering everything you’ve said, and am grateful for your wise input.
Supper last night and lunch today went reasonably well (breakfast happened at various times, as it often does — we still have the timing of that meal to work out), and 3rd Arrow is getting supper ready right now. Your prayers are helping, so keep them coming!
Prayers for you, AJ and Mumsee, and praise to God for your good report, Roscuro.
Janice, thanks for the link you posted. I enjoy following along in my King James Bible during readings at church, which are in NIV, and at a Bible study my friend leads, where the participants have a variety of translations. I think it does keep you on your toes. 🙂
Wandering Views 
6Arrows, to continue last nights conversation, I grew up –my younger years on shift work. I slept on the sofa until my father got home at 11:30pm, woke up and was with him for a little while until he carried me and put me in bed. I ate dinner at 8pm because he was going in on the graveyard shift or at it at 4pm because he was on day shift. I understand those things. My mother, for all her faults as an alcoholic prepared wonderful meals until I had to take over. If there was something I didn’t like- boiled okra- I didn’t have to eat it, but nothing special was made to sustitute for it and it didn’t stop her from cooking with it, so today I love the taste of peas and butterbeans cooked with boiled okra, but I still won’t eat the green slimy stuff.
I made the mistake with BG of catering to her pickiness. I regret it. It has become an embarrassment when she is at someone elses house and won’t eat what they have. It is RUDE on her part. I was somewhat up against a husband but mostly a mother in law who told me not to worry it would all work out. There is a crazy cousin who has lived his life on less than 10 food items but they always hold him up as an example because he has never been sick, but he is weird as all get out. Now I am up against a husband who doesn’t understand why she is so finicky and wants me to make her eat different things—I can’t win.
I am in your corner on this one because I am experiences 1/6 of what you are experiencing, but you have time with the younger ones to fix this. BG is 16, I can’t force feed her.
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6 Arrows, I have been praying and thinking since I read your post.
I think the battle is won at the grocery store. You may have to take on all the shopping for “budgetary” reasons. You can save a lot by having frugal snacks such as homemade popcorn, etc. I know I did not have a large family to feed, but I would probably have potato night, pizza night, taco night, etc. With the basics and with some things each individusl likes for thdir toppingz. Omelets,, pancakes can be done the same. My husband is picky about veggies so I make a pumpkin bread/cake with healthy yogurt, olive oil(baking lite kind), chpped walnuts, oatmeal, spices and chocolate chips. A friend who does not like pumpkin said she loves it. Theze are just some ideas. I hope ig helps.
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It is a selfishness to expect ANY wife or mother to cater to each person’s ‘likes’ for meals. Real food issues are another story.
I was a picky eater and was excused from eating any fish after throwing up in my plate. However, I still was expected to eat what was cooked. We were allowed to have a very little of anything we disliked. A bite, followed by milk, can usually be managed by anyone. We were not allowed junk food between meals, so we may have ended up hungry. A little hunger (in this sense) never hurt anyone. Plus, sometimes you find out you do like what you thought you wouldn’t, like my grandson who discovered he like raspberry vinaigrette.
I still encourage my grandchildren to eat what is being served. I point out that there will be many times in life that they may be required to do this. Whether as a missionary, guest, or in attendance at a political or office function, this is a good thing to learn.
It is also important to teach children how to POLITELY decline something and how to express gratitude for whatever is given to them. Both the mother and father should be doing this. There is a multitude of etiquette taught at the family dinner table. If you want your children to be successful in life, it is good to teach it. If you want your children to express love for others, as God’s word tells us, it is important to teach it.
Many fathers do not consider it, but it is important and worth some deep discussion. My condolences, 6arrows, if your husband will not consider what is best for the children AND you. Of course, all things in moderation. We can make too big a deal out of all of this, too.
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Great ideas, Janice. I found my daughters loved salads when they could put on their own toppings. We even had salad bars for birthday parties sometimes. I am sure there are a lot of good ideas out there.
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I could use some prayer please. My ongoing and neverending battle with our mail order prescription company rages on. I lost my temper this morning and I was not very nice to the like 6th person I talked to about it. I let my frustration get the better of me. The rules and their story change with every person you talk to. It’s also ironic that trying to straighten out a blood pressure med order would spike my blood pressure to high levels. I need to stop letting them get to me. Thanks.
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A home kitchen is not a restaurant and a mother is not a short order cook. She should not be treated like one. Boys who grow up not learning that, will carry on the tradition with their wives.
I will keep you in my prayers, 6arrows, as it is probably a difficult thing to change. It can be changed, however. My father recently commented that his mother treated him and his siblings this way. MY mother did not. He learned and WE learned, too.
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6 Arrows, I notice that my son is now influenced by what his peers will eat. If you know any children who could be a good influence in this manner that mighg help, too. Peer pressure can be a good thing sometimes.
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I have to say I agree with Kathaleena, a home kitchen is not a restaurant and the chief cook is not a short order cood. Very well put.
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My people have always catered to me. They always bring a special potato salad or stuffing mix for me. “Charlie, this is yours.” Also, they never make me eat liver.
I never make Elvera eat oysters. I trade my scallops for her oysters and we get along fine.
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Difficult choice, oysters or scallops.
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Just a little praise item. It has been -10 Celsuis (12 Farenheit) or lower all week long. The packed snow on the roads is gradually turning to ice under the pressure and friction of car wheels, instead of melting as it would in slightly warmer temperatures. The ice is then hidden by the continuously blowing snow from the surrounding fields. All making for more than usually dangerous driving conditions.
Last night my sibling (the one who just got engaged) and I were coming home from a Bible study. She was driving, gently navigating a particularly tricky ‘S’ curve, when the car veered suddenly. She managed to keep the car on the road for about a hundred feet, until the back wheels ‘fishtailed’. We spun around, and the car headed for the ditch on the opposite side of the road. I just said out loud, “Lord, take care of us”. Thankfully, there was no traffic and the snow was deeply piled in the ditch, so we didn’t go far before the car was stopped by the drifts.
A passerby must have alerted the police to our whereabouts, for before my sister could find the number to dial CAA (like AAA), a police officer was at our door, asking if we were all right. He got his dispatcher to call CAA for us and had us sit in the back of his cruiser to keep warm until the tow-truck got there. The car was pulled out with no damage and we were able to get home safely.
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Prayers for us, please, as we deal with yet another illness. I suspect all of the hand washing in the world makes no difference when there is a pile of sick people on one’s lap. Could be the flu or a flu mimic. Deep cough, exhaustion, some have fevers and are throwing up. Fortunately, husband decided to go with the serious cortisone treatment and is able to move around so he is making up for the lack of me. I am down with it and am just tending sick ones. Currently it is the twelve year old girl and the seven year old boy and me. Six year old has had it, a sixteen and a seventeen are over it.
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That is a wonderful praise report, Roscuro.
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http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/three-tips-for-better-bible-reading
I found this to be of interest and wanted to share. Finally I got the cut message instead of just paste! Phone is getting smarter. 🙂
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One man’s opinion about Bible reading. This might not fit you.
Some parts of the Bible are best read at one setting. Some, not so much. Some of the stories in Genesis, for instance, say Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac are best read in one setting. The laws in Deuteronomy, not so.
A Psalm should be read on it’s own, not along with other Psalms.
The Gospels could be read by events, e.g. the Sermon on the Mount, or the Oliviet discourse, (Matt 24-25), But not the entire book at one setting.
etc.
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Praying for you, Aj. That God’s peace would surround you and He would give you the victory.
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6 Arrows, I definitely have opinions and thoughts on the “eat what you want, adults will adjust for you.”
(I went back and read yesterday’s thread, because I hadn’t seen it.)
First, my husband and I were both raised with the “you have to eat everything on your plate” route, and both of us are fairly picky eaters with some very strong biases. It simply didn’t work. For him, since he threw up a few times, his parents eventually relaxed the rules; mine did not. He’s actually pickier than I am and his biases are stronger. (For example, I hate eggs, and he hates peas. I cook eggs for him, though I detest the smell, but I can’t cook peas for myself, because he detests the smell, even though he isn’t the one cooking them.) One of our daughters is picky, too, and it is indeed hard to cook for such a family. (It probably doesn’t make it any easier that the kid who isn’t a picky eater would like a wider repertoire than the rest of us need, but that’s a different story.)
I once had a housemate for about a year, mid-twenties, whose menu was this limited (this is not an exaggeration; these are the only foods she had in the house): chicken nuggets, sliced ham, yogurt with Oreos, a couple kinds of granola bars, and possibly one or two other things I can’t remember, maybe some cheese. But her meats were chicken nuggets and lunch meat ham and she ate no veggies or fruit of any kind, though apparently when she “ate out” along with her chicken nuggets she would also eat french fries. (She told me herself that french fries were the only vegetable or fruit she ever ate.) This girl is not prepared to go on dates, to be a guest, or to be a mother of a family. She’s crippled. And her health will almost inevitably suffer.
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The box suddenly became so small I couldn’t see what I was writing, so I went ahead and posted what I had so far. At any rate, I determined long before I had kids that (1) I would not make them eat everything on their plate or take some of everything and (2) I would not adjust my own cooking to avoid foods they don’t like. (I do adjust for my husband, but that’s different.) The picky one did complain to my husband once, since apparently I’d served several foods in a row that she didn’t like. (He was driving her back to college.) I told him basically they don’t have to eat what I serve if they don’t like it; they’re free to make what they prefer, instead. I won’t be offended, but neither can I cater to three picky eaters. Partly because of the picky-eater dynamic and partly because of the way I grew up, when I make dinner I usually have a bunch of different foods on the table (maybe one meat dish, two cooked veggies, and two raw veggies). Anyone is free to avoid anything they don’t like, but that is as far as I will go, period. If I’d raised the girls, I would have had some oversight on snacks (growing up we weren’t allowed “free grazing,” nor would I allow it), but my girls are old enough now that they do what they want on such things, and foods I want to save for my own snacking stay in my bedroom.
Oh, and I don’t “cater to” my own pickiness, either. I cook eggs for my husband though I detest them, and I cook with onions sometimes, though I pick them out of my own portion.
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6 Arrows, I have continued praying knowing that you feel out of control in the situation and that all our suggestions, though good, may not be feasible in your siguation. As parents we try to do our best, but there are always hindrances. I will pray for you and your husbsnd to work together to bring about some positive solutions.
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Nicely said, Janice. Our children manage in spite of some of our big mistakes. Many things are not life and death. God’s grace is marvelous!
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Wow, thank you all who offered your thoughts yesterday and today, and for all of you who are praying. That means so much to me.
I am considering everything you’ve said, and am grateful for your wise input.
Supper last night and lunch today went reasonably well (breakfast happened at various times, as it often does — we still have the timing of that meal to work out), and 3rd Arrow is getting supper ready right now. Your prayers are helping, so keep them coming!
Prayers for you, AJ and Mumsee, and praise to God for your good report, Roscuro.
Janice, thanks for the link you posted. I enjoy following along in my King James Bible during readings at church, which are in NIV, and at a Bible study my friend leads, where the participants have a variety of translations. I think it does keep you on your toes. 🙂
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Praise for a little bit of rain in SoCal today. Not a lot. But a little bit is better than nothing.
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