Adventure Time

Adventure Time

Hello. 
I have been so busy with life and falling back in love with food (I once reacted to) that I haven’t taken time to write about these new (and tasty) adventures!
Let us begin with my first job after being sick…


Yep, my first job was away from home! Crazy person here. 
I worked up at Hume Lake (right before they evacuated due to the fire) and made new memories to replace the old ones of when I tried to work when I was sick. Whew! That was a mouthful. If that wasn’t a run-on sentence, I don’t know what is! Hmmm…maybe it wasn’t…meh.
 
Anyways, I was making milkshakes (while doing my happy dance) and enjoying this fun experience in the “Snack Shop.” Then nighttime came and that’s when the memories came on stronger than sweaty socks on a hot summer’s day…God told me to whip out my Sword (Bible) and fight the enemy’s lies with His truths (by speaking them aloud), but I felt weak, vulnerable, and decided just to try and ignore it. Thankfully my sister and bro-in-law came to the rescue and let me stay those nights with them. They were such a comfort as I finally stood my ground when the enemy tried every tactic to make me believe his lies…or even creating the want to believe those lies. The battle became smaller and the enemy’s words weaker when I brought truth and the Sword out in the open (should’ve done that earlier!).


Here I am at my sister’s place after the first night.
 
Above is a picture of the smoke (taken in July) from the rough fire.


I never dreamed that I would have another chance to work at Hume but…it happened! Smoke and all, it was a new memory that I have passed while climbing the cliff of life. 
P.s.
I will hold the “milkshake memories” in my heart forever…


“Milkshake Stain Memories”
Stay tuned for a new post on why we need praying people in our lives…we have friends in this present day spiritual battle…stay tuned…
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Artichoke Poem

Artichoke Poem

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Image by: Jessica Yee

Artichoke

by: Nicole K.

I once was an artichoke, keeping my petals tight and firm
But then the heat of the day made my green shield waver and squirm
Thankfully the Gardner came to my aid
Watering my roots as I began to fade
Then something happened I did not expect
The Gardner picked me from my bush and I began to fret
My prickly petals were trimmed of their spikes
And I was put into boiling water…losing my strength; my might
I fought as hard as I could but the hot water surrounded me
Causing my petals and heart to become tender as I thought they would never be
I was plucked from the heat, exhausted and weak
Too tired to put up a fight…my future looked very bleak
The Gardner then pulled my petals away
Leaving my heart for all to see on display
Now, I understand what it means to let my petals go
And have a tender heart for everyone to see and everyone to know
It took being refined by heat
And the Garndner’s hands that trimmed me so neat
Yes, there are times when I yearn for my petals to be near
But with my Gardner by my side, I have nothing to fear