Jason has a business trip to Santa Rosa, CA and he is taking me with him [I'm considering this excursion as celebration of our two year anniversary :)]. We depart on Sunday and will return the following Saturday.
Acacia won't be joining us.
My parents will be watching her for the week.
Ever since we have had the responsibility of a child, we've definitely recognized the need to make a will. In case the Lord desires to take Jason and me to Himself, certain important matters need to be accounted for. So before we leave, we have agreed to finally write out our 'last testament'.... who gets Acacia, our house, our belongings, etc.
I'll be quite frank: this has been difficult for me to process.
To think of Acacia growing up without the love of her mother and father; our families having to sort through all our things; for some to live in our house and take ownership of our possessions; and most of all, the grief that they will experience throughout the situation.
Just as I cannot bear even the idea of the heartache I'd have in losing a loved one, I cannot calmly imagine my loved ones enduring the same affliction.
Do not be confused: I am not afraid of death.
In fact, I am torn between the two - life. and death. As the great apostle Paul writes in his epistle to the Philippians, "For I am hard-pressed between the two, having a desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better. Nevertheless to remain in the flesh is more needful for you." [1:23-24] Oh! to be with my glorious God; my creator and Saviour, to enter the heavenly realm with total freedom from the woes of the world. Yet to continue living, fulfilling the Lord's divine plan for my life; teaching my daughter of His love and truth, being a light to those who are in darkness... Christ being my reason to live. As Wesley puts it, "To know, to love, to follow Christ, is my life, my glory, my joy." The Lord knows what is most needful. And the instant Jason and I have fulfilled our purpose in this place we will no longer be present.
Truly, to live is christ but to die is gain.
That being concluded.... I will write our will.
And I will glory in the sovereignty of the Lord for He works all things together for good.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
graduation & consequence
No, I am not graduating college this month.
But all my k-12 classmates are.
Okay. Perhaps not all.
But many.
I see their status' about final exams, papers, and their excitement to be done with school.
The stress of exams and long essays I have not much - or not at all - of a yearning for. But the latter gets my mind to thinking. And when I look at their pictures in the robes and hats I am proud of them. It makes me wonder what my life would be like had that path been chosen for me.
In case anyone is not informed on the matter, I will give an account that may enlighten you on my schooling.
To my delightful surprise (and all in accordance with a Will much higher than my own), I finished high school one year early. Originally class of 2006, with my senior year of HS remaining, I was offered the fall and spring semesters at Mesa State University with a free ride. I declined this offer and in the spring of '05 I instead found myself applying - much to some people's dismay - at Calvary Chapel Bible College in Murrieta, California. Over the course of the summer, I received my acceptance letter and made my preparations for college life.
Though I could post an entire blog -- and by that, meaning an entire new blog address; not just one post - on my experience at CCBC, I'll spare the wonderful, precious details of my two years in Southern California and leave you with the fact that my time there was most meaningful and life-changing. In spring 2007, I graduated with an Associates degree in Theology and left with absolutely no inclination for returning to school for a "real" college education.
If you know anything of these kinds of degrees, you know that they mean nothing to the general populous. Many consider that I am as good off as wasting two years of my life having attended an unaccredited college. Which was all fine with me. Because I had no desire for a pursual of a specific field of education or career.
I do not consider myself lazy, unmotivated, or with no deliberation. Though, I have never had a specific interest in any particular topic. School was not something I hated or didn't excel in; I was always a studious, honor roll student. So I haven't denied furthering my education because of a dislike for studies. The Lord, rather, had perhaps not given me any inclinations, interests, or desires because He knew I would pursue them.
As it turned out, I became acquainted with Jason during Bible college and upon the beginning of our relationship knew without a doubt that we were to be married.
So thats just what we did, one year following our graduation from CCBC, on June 7, 2008 we said our vows. Three months following, little Acacia was conceived... and eight months later we became parents.
I am now a stay at home mother...
with a high school diploma,
a worthless (through the world's eyes) degree,
and no aspirations for any other qualifications.
Being without a job is something that I am particularly fond of. I never really enjoyed going to work; not any of my 5 different occupations. Staying home is what I much prefer; and since I will be homeschooling Acacia, that is just what I am destined to. (Though if finances demand it, I would definitely find a job.)
Also, if I were ever to acquire reasoning to obtain further education on any topic, I would assuredly do so.
Despite my contentedness with my situation, there are times when I look upon my friends' lives with the question in my heart of, I wonder what it would be like for me if I had chosen such an accomplishment...
Instead, I am responsible for a home, a husband, and a child: and these are the consequences of my actions.
Ha.
But consequences are not a bad thing. They are merely the outcome of some kind of cause or condition.
And this is my life.
This is the path that the Lord has brought me.
I couldn't be happier in any other setting.
So congratulations to all you graduates! I am dearly happy for you.
(I hope that expensive education taught you something worth knowing in life)
Don't look back and wish it were ending.
Look forward now to everything ahead that really matters.
As I was filled with knowledge and understanding from CCBC that equipped me for my life, I hope you can use what you have learned and put it to use likewise.
But all my k-12 classmates are.
Okay. Perhaps not all.
But many.
I see their status' about final exams, papers, and their excitement to be done with school.
The stress of exams and long essays I have not much - or not at all - of a yearning for. But the latter gets my mind to thinking. And when I look at their pictures in the robes and hats I am proud of them. It makes me wonder what my life would be like had that path been chosen for me.
In case anyone is not informed on the matter, I will give an account that may enlighten you on my schooling.
To my delightful surprise (and all in accordance with a Will much higher than my own), I finished high school one year early. Originally class of 2006, with my senior year of HS remaining, I was offered the fall and spring semesters at Mesa State University with a free ride. I declined this offer and in the spring of '05 I instead found myself applying - much to some people's dismay - at Calvary Chapel Bible College in Murrieta, California. Over the course of the summer, I received my acceptance letter and made my preparations for college life.
Though I could post an entire blog -- and by that, meaning an entire new blog address; not just one post - on my experience at CCBC, I'll spare the wonderful, precious details of my two years in Southern California and leave you with the fact that my time there was most meaningful and life-changing. In spring 2007, I graduated with an Associates degree in Theology and left with absolutely no inclination for returning to school for a "real" college education.
If you know anything of these kinds of degrees, you know that they mean nothing to the general populous. Many consider that I am as good off as wasting two years of my life having attended an unaccredited college. Which was all fine with me. Because I had no desire for a pursual of a specific field of education or career.
I do not consider myself lazy, unmotivated, or with no deliberation. Though, I have never had a specific interest in any particular topic. School was not something I hated or didn't excel in; I was always a studious, honor roll student. So I haven't denied furthering my education because of a dislike for studies. The Lord, rather, had perhaps not given me any inclinations, interests, or desires because He knew I would pursue them.
As it turned out, I became acquainted with Jason during Bible college and upon the beginning of our relationship knew without a doubt that we were to be married.
So thats just what we did, one year following our graduation from CCBC, on June 7, 2008 we said our vows. Three months following, little Acacia was conceived... and eight months later we became parents.
I am now a stay at home mother...
with a high school diploma,
a worthless (through the world's eyes) degree,
and no aspirations for any other qualifications.
Being without a job is something that I am particularly fond of. I never really enjoyed going to work; not any of my 5 different occupations. Staying home is what I much prefer; and since I will be homeschooling Acacia, that is just what I am destined to. (Though if finances demand it, I would definitely find a job.)
Also, if I were ever to acquire reasoning to obtain further education on any topic, I would assuredly do so.
Despite my contentedness with my situation, there are times when I look upon my friends' lives with the question in my heart of, I wonder what it would be like for me if I had chosen such an accomplishment...
Instead, I am responsible for a home, a husband, and a child: and these are the consequences of my actions.
Ha.
But consequences are not a bad thing. They are merely the outcome of some kind of cause or condition.
And this is my life.
This is the path that the Lord has brought me.
I couldn't be happier in any other setting.
So congratulations to all you graduates! I am dearly happy for you.
(I hope that expensive education taught you something worth knowing in life)
Don't look back and wish it were ending.
Look forward now to everything ahead that really matters.
As I was filled with knowledge and understanding from CCBC that equipped me for my life, I hope you can use what you have learned and put it to use likewise.
Friday, May 7, 2010
did i mention....
...that I hardly have cell phone reception in my house?
Which means that you'll be lucky to get a hold of me.
Let alone have a clear conversation.
I may not receive your text message for a few hours.
If I try writing back it may fail all ten times so I give up.
I wish it weren't so. I have beloved family & friends I wish I could spend time talking to.
People are beginning to think I'm ignoring them.
Sorry friends. If I happen to get out of the house, I will try to remember to call.
And so, you know what this destines me to?
A cyber life.
Which means that you'll be lucky to get a hold of me.
Let alone have a clear conversation.
I may not receive your text message for a few hours.
If I try writing back it may fail all ten times so I give up.
I wish it weren't so. I have beloved family & friends I wish I could spend time talking to.
People are beginning to think I'm ignoring them.
Sorry friends. If I happen to get out of the house, I will try to remember to call.
And so, you know what this destines me to?
A cyber life.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
beautiful bonding
****************Disclaimer: this post is not for the immature or the awkward; for those easily embarrassed or squirmy, or those not comfortable with the most basic and natural things on this world.******************
Nursing a baby is one of the most precious experiences a woman experiences in her life as a mother. For me, not every moment was perfect but was certainly been worth it.
For Acacia, every ounce had been bliss and joy.
While I was pregnant and when Acacia was first born I decided I would for sure nurse for one year and then have her weaned a few weeks later. When she was about six months old, I realized it would be nice to prolong our time together - maybe 'til she was 18-24 mo or sooner, if she so chose.
The first time Acacia nursed, I really don't quite remember what it was like. I was absolutely exhausted, still coming off my epidural (and I'm telling you -- they overdosed me), and just taking in the whole experience. What I do remember though.....
is the agony.
The ripping pain I felt every time she latched on until the moment she was finished. The lactation consultant came and tried to help - making sure she was latched correctly and such. Her latch was perfect. She was a content little 5 1/2 lbs baby girl suckling away while her mother cried, tensed, suffered, and yes - blistered.
This was when I learned the meaning of Agape. The love that keeps on giving even when nothing (apart from maybe curses) is given in return. While pregnant I had determined to nurse. Despite when the pain came I knew that I would never give up. Even if I had to suffer the whole year I would not let Acacia down.
I would joke with myself that the pain was revenge for getting an epidural.
I tried everything I could, from cool packs, to different positions, pumping, and Lansinoh (which may I just comment -- I hated. It was stinky. Sticky. And stained everything it touched.) Nothing helped so I just had to grit my teeth and bare it. Finally after almost two months of miserable nursing 8-12 times a day every 2-3 hours, the pain..... subsided.
Nursing a baby is one of the most precious experiences a woman experiences in her life as a mother. For me, not every moment was perfect but was certainly been worth it.
For Acacia, every ounce had been bliss and joy.
While I was pregnant and when Acacia was first born I decided I would for sure nurse for one year and then have her weaned a few weeks later. When she was about six months old, I realized it would be nice to prolong our time together - maybe 'til she was 18-24 mo or sooner, if she so chose.
The first time Acacia nursed, I really don't quite remember what it was like. I was absolutely exhausted, still coming off my epidural (and I'm telling you -- they overdosed me), and just taking in the whole experience. What I do remember though.....
is the agony.
The ripping pain I felt every time she latched on until the moment she was finished. The lactation consultant came and tried to help - making sure she was latched correctly and such. Her latch was perfect. She was a content little 5 1/2 lbs baby girl suckling away while her mother cried, tensed, suffered, and yes - blistered.
This was when I learned the meaning of Agape. The love that keeps on giving even when nothing (apart from maybe curses) is given in return. While pregnant I had determined to nurse. Despite when the pain came I knew that I would never give up. Even if I had to suffer the whole year I would not let Acacia down.
I would joke with myself that the pain was revenge for getting an epidural.
I tried everything I could, from cool packs, to different positions, pumping, and Lansinoh (which may I just comment -- I hated. It was stinky. Sticky. And stained everything it touched.) Nothing helped so I just had to grit my teeth and bare it. Finally after almost two months of miserable nursing 8-12 times a day every 2-3 hours, the pain..... subsided.
It is hard adjusting to a new baby. And learning the techniques of modest nursing for the first time is a challenge. But my husband (not deterred as new mother's are) wanted to get out or have people over - and of course wear a cover. Thankfully, I can now laugh at the memories of struggling to reluctantly latch a tiny 5 lb baby whilst a blanket was over us. Oh the frustrations.
Eventually....
Things improved. No more pain.... covering up became a breeze... I felt at ease. I not only came to enjoy nursing, I fell in love with it. Now, a year later, I'm sad to say good-bye to my time with Acacia.
--And yes, it is obligatory that this season be put to an end (for other important matters in life will be hindered otherwise).
Things improved. No more pain.... covering up became a breeze... I felt at ease. I not only came to enjoy nursing, I fell in love with it. Now, a year later, I'm sad to say good-bye to my time with Acacia.
--And yes, it is obligatory that this season be put to an end (for other important matters in life will be hindered otherwise).
I will terribly miss watching her nurse:
sometimes her eyes staring at me in wonder,
other times shut as she drifted of to sleep in peace;
her little hands & feet reaching out to touch my face and hair,
the sound of her suckling & swallowing,
her face all rosy, her nose bright pink once she pulled away
her most absolute and supremely perfect latch. I've never seen
something so beautiful.
Above all these things I will miss her utter dependence upon only what I could provide her.
I woke up Friday, April 30th, with the intentions of enjoying every moment, every swallow, of our last BF together. To record in memory each last detail. Acacia's nose was stuffed, so I cleaned her up and tried nursing again. She refused it.
Wouldn't.
Even.
Latch.
I knew - she knew - that she could breathe. So I tried yet again and she started screaming and whining at me and squirming in my arms. It started dawning on me that she was possibly rejecting me. Feeling a little hurt, but not wanting to be too hasty about my disappointment, I took her to the kitchen and made her up a bottle of milk. Hoping that she would refuse the bottle as well (perhaps due to lack of hunger???) I tentatively placed it within her reach.
Wishful thinking.
She took it gladly and sucked it to the last drop. As I watched her, I couldn't help but let the tears come as I knew she would never take me again.
And I never got to say good-bye.
As if she knew the rejection I felt, once she finished the bottle she gave me kisses and repeatedly said, "mamama mama mamama." And for those of you who know her, "dada" is her preferred word; only on special and rare occasions will she amuse you with a, "mama".
So here is my final farewell, Acacia...
To nursing.
To you only needing me.
To the unique share of oxytocin :)
sometimes her eyes staring at me in wonder,
other times shut as she drifted of to sleep in peace;
her little hands & feet reaching out to touch my face and hair,
the sound of her suckling & swallowing,
her face all rosy, her nose bright pink once she pulled away
her most absolute and supremely perfect latch. I've never seen
something so beautiful.
Above all these things I will miss her utter dependence upon only what I could provide her.
I woke up Friday, April 30th, with the intentions of enjoying every moment, every swallow, of our last BF together. To record in memory each last detail. Acacia's nose was stuffed, so I cleaned her up and tried nursing again. She refused it.
Wouldn't.
Even.
Latch.
I knew - she knew - that she could breathe. So I tried yet again and she started screaming and whining at me and squirming in my arms. It started dawning on me that she was possibly rejecting me. Feeling a little hurt, but not wanting to be too hasty about my disappointment, I took her to the kitchen and made her up a bottle of milk. Hoping that she would refuse the bottle as well (perhaps due to lack of hunger???) I tentatively placed it within her reach.
Wishful thinking.
She took it gladly and sucked it to the last drop. As I watched her, I couldn't help but let the tears come as I knew she would never take me again.
And I never got to say good-bye.
As if she knew the rejection I felt, once she finished the bottle she gave me kisses and repeatedly said, "mamama mama mamama." And for those of you who know her, "dada" is her preferred word; only on special and rare occasions will she amuse you with a, "mama".
So here is my final farewell, Acacia...
To nursing.
To you only needing me.
To the unique share of oxytocin :)
I am thankful for the support, circumstances, and determination that caused my nursing relationship with Acacia to blossom into such an irreplaceable and beautiful bond.
P.S. I guess its time for Baby #2. ;)
I read a statistic the other day that said only 20-some% of babies are breastfed past 6 months of age. When I read this, it broke my heart. I am not ignorant; I know people have different circumstances that truly demand them to put an end to nursing their baby. But many women today are merely inconvenienced by nursing. Or perhaps they don't have the support/understanding that they should have so they give up too quickly.
P.S. I guess its time for Baby #2. ;)
I read a statistic the other day that said only 20-some% of babies are breastfed past 6 months of age. When I read this, it broke my heart. I am not ignorant; I know people have different circumstances that truly demand them to put an end to nursing their baby. But many women today are merely inconvenienced by nursing. Or perhaps they don't have the support/understanding that they should have so they give up too quickly.
Friday, April 16, 2010
this peanut can't have a peanut
At the last well-baby check-up, the Dr. said, "No peanut product until she is at least 2 years of age" for the reasons of choking but also an allergic reaction.
Well, a week and a half later, I'm dipping my slices of apple into peanut butter and I think it would be a great idea to see if Acacia would like it. So I dip my finger in, just getting a tiny amount (because I didn't want to make her choke!!) and dab some into her mouth. I did this about 3 times. As I'm finishing up my last slices, I notice Acacia on the ground leaning forward and rubbing her face back and forth on the carpet. I pick her up and notice little bumps developing on the side of her neck... and then around her mouth. She started getting squirmy and was rubbing her face desperately against my shirt. Hives.
Uff da.
I totally forgot about the part that I wasn't supposed to give her any peanut product until she was older so we didn't have to deal with an allergic reaction with a baby. Here I was trying to be a good mom and not give her too much to choke on, when she could have had her throat close up on her!
Jason called the Dr office for me, they said to go to the ER since the reaction was around her mouth. They were concerned that it might spread down her throat and she would start to suffocate. So we rushed to the ER, they checked her in and gave her Benadryl. Her hives subsided and we ended up leaving the ER because we didn't want to sit and wait there for three hours just to have them tell us that she is allergic to peanuts.
I'll be calling her pediatrician today to update them. And we'll be getting her a prick test.
I was really upset with myself at first for being so stupid as to forget the most crucial reason for not letting her have peanuts....
But once things calmed down, Jason and I are actually very thankful to know what we do. Otherwise, we could have waited until she was two years old fed her an entire pb&j sandwich. Or she could have been at a friend's house and eaten pb cookies. God only knows what would have happened then. Since I gave her less than a teaspoon and she reacted as so, I can't imagine what more would have caused her.
Acacia is perfectly fine now. We'll just be staying away from that legume as best we can.
P.S. It is such a tragedy. Since Jason gags at even the smell of peanuts because he hates them so much, I was really looking forward to sharing pb with my child. Not to mention having a very easy and tasty lunch to prepare -- pb& j. Such a pity.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
things
We got the sprinkler's figured out -and yes, we did have to call the previous owners. I found them on facebook...I wonder if I should add them as friends?
Wishing we had furniture in our living room, but all in time. Jason mailed off our tax amendment yesterday
so we should be getting our tax credit
eventually
within the next four months
Ha!
My sister, Mae, asked if she could stay with us in the summer. We gladly decided that a month sounds appropriate. Not too short. Not too long. I haven't spent that much time with her since we were in high school. It will be good; I plan on hanging out with her and Acacia outside in the yard, going to the zoo, teaching her how to make some delicious meals, and enjoying good company and conversation with our friends.
Summer will be pretty jam-packed. Jason's sister, Sheree', will be visiting for a couple months, Jason's parents will be here for ten days, and Jason's grandparents for four days. We're so thankful for this new home to house them all! Unfortunately, we probably won't have any furniture upstairs to sit on by then. Guess we'll all be sardines on the one couch downstairs.
Jason is outside chit-chatting with Brent while throwing the football around. He has such a greater social life than I do. Mine is cyber. And, I don't know if I've mentioned this or not but, we get terrible/NO cell phone service in our house. Bummer. My once-faithful Chocolate is constantly dropping calls, and failing to send/receive texts. So if you ever try to call to talk... don't hold your breath. Alas, now I'm destined to have this laptop with me daily. How else will I communicate; other than "patty cakes," "abc's," and "show me your teeth."
If I want hope of being social; we need a new car. And we will be getting one -- next spring! Lord willing.
Tonight Jason and I wanted to go on a date but its hard to get someone to stay here while Acacia sleeps... Instead we will just do dinner and a movie. Well the baby is waking up (I didn't just sit here and write. I played outside, ate food, hung out...). Back to real life I go!
Wishing we had furniture in our living room, but all in time. Jason mailed off our tax amendment yesterday
so we should be getting our tax credit
eventually
within the next four months
Ha!
My sister, Mae, asked if she could stay with us in the summer. We gladly decided that a month sounds appropriate. Not too short. Not too long. I haven't spent that much time with her since we were in high school. It will be good; I plan on hanging out with her and Acacia outside in the yard, going to the zoo, teaching her how to make some delicious meals, and enjoying good company and conversation with our friends.
Summer will be pretty jam-packed. Jason's sister, Sheree', will be visiting for a couple months, Jason's parents will be here for ten days, and Jason's grandparents for four days. We're so thankful for this new home to house them all! Unfortunately, we probably won't have any furniture upstairs to sit on by then. Guess we'll all be sardines on the one couch downstairs.
Jason is outside chit-chatting with Brent while throwing the football around. He has such a greater social life than I do. Mine is cyber. And, I don't know if I've mentioned this or not but, we get terrible/NO cell phone service in our house. Bummer. My once-faithful Chocolate is constantly dropping calls, and failing to send/receive texts. So if you ever try to call to talk... don't hold your breath. Alas, now I'm destined to have this laptop with me daily. How else will I communicate; other than "patty cakes," "abc's," and "show me your teeth."
If I want hope of being social; we need a new car. And we will be getting one -- next spring! Lord willing.
Tonight Jason and I wanted to go on a date but its hard to get someone to stay here while Acacia sleeps... Instead we will just do dinner and a movie. Well the baby is waking up (I didn't just sit here and write. I played outside, ate food, hung out...). Back to real life I go!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
my reply
in response to another's remorse:
Our purpose in life is to use what we have been given to glorify God. Israel used all the beauty and royalty that God gave her to turn against Him. She became a harlot of harlots. She blasphemed the name of the Lord every day.
We truly are good for nothing. Without God. Without utilizing the lives He has given us to glorify Him.
I once heard that Glory is when something is in its state of greatest and perfect potential and purpose.
We can get in reveries of feeling like that vine wood. We fail at everything. We don't function properly. We have no reason to be used. But unlike Israel, we need to be who He has made us [beautiful]; not to serve ourselves, but the Creator.
Note that the wood of the vine is good: because God chose it to be; that He be glorified.
P.S. and if we don't glorify God; yes, the fire will devour us........
I'd have to say that life isn't much to boast in regardless of how "successful" you are or "how far you've gotten" in life. This life has nothing to offer us. Not really. I mean, yeah there are the simple joys and thrills that keep us from boredom. But God has given us all a purpose beyond those shallow things.
As I was reading through Ezekiel in my devotional time the other day I really realized something that I never had understood before. Bear with my as I unbury these thoughts...
As I was reading through Ezekiel in my devotional time the other day I really realized something that I never had understood before. Bear with my as I unbury these thoughts...
Son of man, how is the wood of the vine better than any other wood, the vine branch which is among the trees of the forest? Is wood taken from it to make any object? Or can men make a peg from it to hang any vessel on? Instead, it is thrown into the fire for fuel; the fire devours both ends of it, and its middle is burned. Is it useful for any work? Indeed, when it was whole, no object could be made from it. How much less will it be useful for any work when the fire has devoured it, and it is burned? 15:2-5Now to get the context here, God is speaking to Ezekiel concerning Israel. Israel is God's chosen nation. His beloved. He was compassionate and gave them life, beauty, he cleansed, made famous, and called them His own. So if God's choice nation, being the vine branch, is good for nothing, then where is the hope?
Our purpose in life is to use what we have been given to glorify God. Israel used all the beauty and royalty that God gave her to turn against Him. She became a harlot of harlots. She blasphemed the name of the Lord every day.
We truly are good for nothing. Without God. Without utilizing the lives He has given us to glorify Him.
I once heard that Glory is when something is in its state of greatest and perfect potential and purpose.
We can get in reveries of feeling like that vine wood. We fail at everything. We don't function properly. We have no reason to be used. But unlike Israel, we need to be who He has made us [beautiful]; not to serve ourselves, but the Creator.
Note that the wood of the vine is good: because God chose it to be; that He be glorified.
Do not be afraid for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west. I will say to the north, ‘Give them up!’ and to the south, ‘Do not hold them back!’ Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth – everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made. Isaiah 43: 5-7[God speaking to Israel]
So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of GodI Corinthians 10:31
P.S. and if we don't glorify God; yes, the fire will devour us........
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