<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042050580532208608</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:56:53.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of syrup- my journey through the pantry and finding God on the other side.</title><subtitle type='html'>"The Ruined Waistband"
                                      Jeremiah 13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042050580532208608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen Bundy Barlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451428160316267820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/TPAp9TYgLqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m2GlywyQpQ8/S220/IMG_4649_2_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042050580532208608.post-7022250077998291754</id><published>2009-04-27T09:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:00:02.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is my BUT so big??!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right ...I said it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Why is my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; so big?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you have a big &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you know exactly what I am talking about.  Really, you do.  Some&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BUT's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are bigger than others but the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;result is still just a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Here is a list of at least 10 reasons I have a big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;But.   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;There are about 1,000 more- just don't have time to list them all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SfXDCVcxsTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zjOyxmaOZnU/s1600-h/NVTOfficeClips_vc088134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SfXDCVcxsTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zjOyxmaOZnU/s200/NVTOfficeClips_vc088134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380178947846450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, I want to have no other Gods before me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's just so hard when I am stressed out and food is right there and gives quick relief.  ( Exodus 20:3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, I want to declare your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovingkindness&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, and your faithfulness every night &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you know I am not a morning person.  I need and crave carbs, waffles, syrup, pancakes to get me moving in the morning.  At night I am so tired, I just need food to calm me and comfort me.  ( Psalm 92:1-2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, I want to wait for you; be courageous and let my heart be strong.  I want to wait for you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I need instant gratification.  Sometimes you just don't give that.  You make me wait too  long.  Food provides what I need when I need it.  ( Psalm 27:14)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, you call me to "rejoice in hope, be patient in affliction; be persistent in prayer." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to be.  ( Romans 12:12)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, you tell me to "serve you with gladness" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what if I am not always glad?  (Psalm 100:2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Blessed are you who are hungry now, because you will be filled" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't feel blessed when I am hungry and I want to be filled with food and lots of it .  (Luke 6:21)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;"For we walk by faith, not by sight" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; man does that chocolate covered donut look grand!  (2 Corinthians 5:7)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;' All man's efforts are for his mouth, yet his appetite is never satisfied" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that says it all!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, I want to follow your ways &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I refuse to listen to your words, I follow the stubbornness of my heart and go after other gods to serve and worship them.  (Jeremiah 13)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The serpent deceived me and I ate"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know I was doing that bad.....(Genesis 3:13)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SfXCqnnDdQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/35I3upthlLA/s1600-h/NVTOfficeClips_vc044430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SfXCqnnDdQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/35I3upthlLA/s200/NVTOfficeClips_vc044430.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379771505931522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next blog topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The top 10 ways to lose your big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.....stay tuned in ....don't get cracked up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042050580532208608-7022250077998291754?l=theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/feeds/7022250077998291754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-my-but-so-big.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042050580532208608/posts/default/7022250077998291754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042050580532208608/posts/default/7022250077998291754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-my-but-so-big.html' title='Why is my BUT so big??!!!!'/><author><name>Karen Bundy Barlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451428160316267820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/TPAp9TYgLqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m2GlywyQpQ8/S220/IMG_4649_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SfXDCVcxsTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zjOyxmaOZnU/s72-c/NVTOfficeClips_vc088134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042050580532208608.post-5849250400650442992</id><published>2009-04-18T23:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:43:56.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To you O Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9iMJrDW0R_4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9iMJrDW0R_4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The perfect song to go with the verse that God gave me in Psalm 25.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042050580532208608-5849250400650442992?l=theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/feeds/5849250400650442992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-you-o-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042050580532208608/posts/default/5849250400650442992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042050580532208608/posts/default/5849250400650442992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-you-o-lord.html' title='To you O Lord'/><author><name>Karen Bundy Barlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451428160316267820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/TPAp9TYgLqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m2GlywyQpQ8/S220/IMG_4649_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042050580532208608.post-5135447842921456722</id><published>2009-04-06T22:44:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:36:32.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Garden of Eatin'"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/Sep0tyenFpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eICG2tckbOU/s1600-h/NVTOfficeClips_spec0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/Sep0tyenFpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eICG2tckbOU/s320/NVTOfficeClips_spec0300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326197839312131730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok- so it's been a while since my last blog.   You can probably guess that I have been in the " Garden of Eatin".........It's amazing that when God wants you to be accountable for something...you tend to just, ommm, look the other way.  Pretend that He really didn't ask you to journal you journey.  If I am journaling...then I must be doing it right.... I wouldn't put the bad stuff in there , right?!  Well- He has finally convicted me that this is a JOURNEY......and He wants me to put the good , the bad , and the ugly in it.  Ugg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Now- onto the Garden of Eatin'...you see...me and Eve are quite different.  If I had been in that garden do you think I would have been tempted by an apple?  Or any fruit for that matter?  Please!  I just don't think so.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqgL5nCbiI/AAAAAAAAADs/p_mx-69p2s4/s1600-h/NVTOfficeClips_vc110019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqgL5nCbiI/AAAAAAAAADs/p_mx-69p2s4/s200/NVTOfficeClips_vc110019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326245635622596130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);  font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Throw some donuts, pizza or ice-cream on that tree and now we are talking!  But an apple?  No way.  Just no temptation there.  Ok- maybe I would give into a chocolate dipped apple like the kind at the Fair or some gummy fruit snacks but not just plain old fruit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqDmPvXIdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/h_23falyGSQ/s200/NVTOfficeClips_vc108278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326214202402480594" style="text-align: right; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know, I know...the passage isn't really all about apples or donuts.   It's about obedience to God.  Oh, and that being tempted by Satan thing.  He is a pretty crafty devil isn't he?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For he says in Genesis 3 "Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the lord God had made, He said to the woman. 'Did God really say, 'you must not eat from any tree in the garden'?"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh, yes....the creator of doubt.  That little voice in your head that says " God didn't really say your body is a temple did He?  He doesn't really not want you to have everything that you want when you want it, right?"    From verse 4 the slithery slimy sneaky full of snickers bars  told Eve &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;" you will not surely die,. For God know that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What a dog. A big fat pig.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so there began the fall of Karen Barlow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqK8iTLTnI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZiQRufUAhKc/s1600-h/NVTOfficeClips_vc104606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqK8iTLTnI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZiQRufUAhKc/s200/NVTOfficeClips_vc104606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326222281923055218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would love to think that if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were in that garden that beautiful day that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would have taken one look at that apple tree and said " plleeeaaaease, give me a break &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;little man with horns.&lt;/span&gt;  Bring me something better than this.  Give me chocolate,  pastries, candy, skittles, caramels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqKyh585fI/AAAAAAAAADc/1mXcIcGgSP4/s1600-h/NVTOfficeClips_vc020212.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqKyh585fI/AAAAAAAAADc/1mXcIcGgSP4/s200/NVTOfficeClips_vc020212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326222110018561522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hot fudge sundies, a tree full of donuts "hot now" from Krispy Kreme....but an apple???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go on with your bad self.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqKqsrML-I/AAAAAAAAADU/MpKebiO-Eg8/s1600-h/NVTOfficeClips_vc110562.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SeqKqsrML-I/AAAAAAAAADU/MpKebiO-Eg8/s200/NVTOfficeClips_vc110562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326221975470485474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go bug someone else with your slimy self.  I'm waitin' for the good stuff"     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But sadly.....as Eve said in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Genesis 3:13 "The serpent deceived me, and I ate".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am no different from Eve.  I may not think that my reasons are the same for "sinning" as were hers...but the bottom line.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;verse 13 makes that very clear.  Satan deceives and I eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In the area of eating...Satan has more control over me than God does.  How sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God has given me sooo many wonderful things to choose from to eat. He has not even specifically told me that any food is "off limits". Yet- I choose the foods that do not bring glory to Him or my body.  I choose to use food as my comforter.  The choice is mine.  Just because it tastes good doesn't mean it's what is best for me.  Instant gratification is not God's main theme throughout the bible!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Psalm 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;in you I trust, O my god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Do not let me be put to shame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nor let my enemies triumph over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No one whose hope is in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;will ever be put to shame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but they will be put to shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;who are treacherous without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so the journey continues.....a few steps down......now hopefully a few steps "up" God's path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Barlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451428160316267820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/TPAp9TYgLqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m2GlywyQpQ8/S220/IMG_4649_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/Sep0tyenFpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eICG2tckbOU/s72-c/NVTOfficeClips_spec0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042050580532208608.post-5836410213226112876</id><published>2009-04-04T17:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:10:12.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffling around.......how I came across " The Ruined Waistband" story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SdfOAbLT4LI/AAAAAAAAACc/4nLe11ApVag/s1600-h/IMG_4915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SdfOAbLT4LI/AAAAAAAAACc/4nLe11ApVag/s320/IMG_4915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320947991452049586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Wednesday of this past week I was feeling, well.....like a failure.  The thoughts- you know the kind- where you feel like you are such a horrible mother, wife, teacher, friend.....the works. Funny how they all hit at one time.  Those feelings can't take turns like we are all taught in preschool.  No, they are selfish and  self-defeating feelings that are all begging for your attention at the same time.   So where did I turn when bombarded with such thoughts?  To waffles, of course.  Oh, yes.... and lots of them ...with a heaping of butter and a slathering of syrup.  A heaping of butter not just on the top waffle.  There had to be a good chunk on each individual waffle all the way down to the last one on the bottom.  What is the  point of just putting butter on the top one?  Doesn't the last one on the plate deserve  to be enjoyed as much as the first?  It's not his fault he was put on the plate last.  All waffles deserve the same amount of butter in my book.  The syrup is never put away in the pantry until all the waffles are eaten.  Why waste valuable time and energy having to go back and forth to the pantry to get more?  It's only fair.  The last bites of waffles should have the same respect as the first. Besides, what if there is some butter left at the end and no syrup to mix with it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Once in bed that night, I moaned and groaned a little ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;- I was out right moping).  You see, my belly was severely bloated from all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;, sugar, and the medical fact that I am unable to digest any lactose.  The 6 waffles I ate for supper ( and all the non-food addicted people say.."how on earth could you eat 6 waffles?  I can only eat 2 at a time..oh, my....) were sitting heavy.  The 6 I ate for breakfast had not yet gotten through my system.( yes- you read it right)  So..... sing with me...."12 little waffles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;' in my belly... making me feel really fat and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;My wonderful husband noticed my moping and asked what was wrong.  My usual response.."I feel miserable. I can't stop eating. I can't do anything right....etc."  He then proceeded to tell me what I already knew.  I needed to turn to God instead of food.  Thanks, honey-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; night. Thanks for your input.  Always love getting advice about food from someone who can let mold grow on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;.....( I know- THAT is just not right!  What person in their right mind could just let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; go without being eaten?  As one of my "die-hard" food addicted friends said, "I would have just taken the mold off and eaten the rest!"  She will go nameless.)      I went to sleep hearing the words..."run to God instead of food".  Sweet dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;The next morning failure was still hovering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; in my head.  Like a guest that won't leave.  A cat that won't get off the paper you are reading.  Like a child that starts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; and crying as soon as the phone rings and it's  a call you really need to take.  You try to shake it off, think of other things...but the failure bug has permeated your every thought.    You are tired of feeling this way.....it's becoming more of a normal day than a bad day here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;My first thought?  Waffles.  That would make everything better.  I stopped myself just in time.....ok.....actually I realized there WERE no waffles because I had eaten all of them the day before!  Problem solved, right?  I started to feel anxious, panicky, obsessed with the fact that there were no waffles for my daily shot of butter , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; and syrup.  ( not that the kids would not have their usual breakfast...nope...didn't care about that...they can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; just have cereal).  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;instinctively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; grabbed the phone in tears to call my best friend.  That is when I felt the pull and the call.....from God this time.  "Run to me this time....you run to your friends, food, anything but me.  Come to me this morning and let me fill the void that can only be filled by me."  I put the phone down and just cried.  I got out my bible and did something I am not usually comfortable with or used to.....just started letting the pages turn praying that God would let them stop where He wanted them to.  I flipped through half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;heartily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; with no real faith that God even cared enough about this issue to "give me a verse".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then it happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  A passage caught my eye.  Jeremiah 13.  "The Ruined Waistband".  I actually chuckled when I read it thinking to myself, "yup, I have a ruined waistband alright!"  I read the passage and thought- oh, there is more to this story, I don't know the context, and certainly it has nothing to do with my waistband.   Then I got to verse 10 &amp;amp;11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"This wicked people, who refuse to listen to My words, who walk in the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;stubbornness of their hearts and have gone after other gods to serve them and bow &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;down to them, let them be just like this waistband, which is totally worthless.  For &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;as the waistband clings to the waist of a man, so I made the whole household of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Israel and the whole household of Judah cling to ME, declares the Lord, that they &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;might be for ME a people, for renown, for praise, and for glory, but they did not &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;listen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Well....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alrighty&lt;/span&gt;, then!  Out of context or not.....the Lord was clearly telling me that I refuse to listen to His words, I am stubborn in my heart, have gone to other gods to serve them and bow down to them. ( that is where the food comes in!) Because of this....I will not only have a ruined waistband......I will be just like one.  Worthless.  Not worthless in God's sight, but worthless to be for HIM, for praise and for glory.  All the things that He deserves.  I can't serve two masters.  I can't listen to God in some areas of my life and just completely ignore this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; Eating too much is a sin.  Eating for the wrong reasons is a sin.  Eating to fill the space that only God can fill .....is a sin.    A sin is a sin is a sin.....in God's eyes.  We put sins in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hierarchy&lt;/span&gt;...." well at least I don't do that...".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;To God, overeating or eating for the wrong reasons is saying He is not enough.  We need more.  We need other gods to help out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Eating is NOT a sin ....but the motives behind why we eat can be.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; need food to survive.  But our lack of faith that God will provide just what we need on a daily basis......a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Now you know how I came to the passage Jeremiah 13 called "The Ruined Waistband". In one word......God.  He took me right to it.  He is a personal God.  He cares about every detail of our lives.  So- for now....no more waffling around...it will only add to my already ruined waistband.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The good news......God is the MASTER of restoration! He can raise the dead.....fixing a ruined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;waistband&lt;/span&gt;.....no prob, bob.  We must  want to have it fixed first.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;We must hand Him the waistband.  Hand it over!  He can't fix it if you are still holding on to it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;"Step away from the waffle........"  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042050580532208608-5836410213226112876?l=theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/feeds/5836410213226112876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/2009/04/waffling-aroundhow-i-came-across-ruined.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042050580532208608/posts/default/5836410213226112876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042050580532208608/posts/default/5836410213226112876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theruinedwaistband.blogspot.com/2009/04/waffling-aroundhow-i-came-across-ruined.html' title='Waffling around.......how I came across &quot; The Ruined Waistband&quot; story'/><author><name>Karen Bundy Barlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09451428160316267820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/TPAp9TYgLqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m2GlywyQpQ8/S220/IMG_4649_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15ul_P0KbO4/SdfOAbLT4LI/AAAAAAAAACc/4nLe11ApVag/s72-c/IMG_4915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
