Carrots, Eggs, or Coffee; “Which are you?”

Grandmother Says…
A young woman went to her grandmother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her grandmother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her granddaughter, she asked, “Tell me what do you see?”

“Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.

She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they got soft.She then asked her to take an egg and break it.

After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The granddaughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma. The granddaughter then asked. “What’s the point,grandmother?”

Her grandmother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity–boiling water–but each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water.

“Which are you?” she asked her granddaughter.

“When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?”

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?

Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate to another level?


Growing and Changing

As we grow and change, we should be able to have hope that people would want to get to know us as renewed and not always think we are reverting to the past. This is what I’ve experienced lately…if I say anything that remotely resembles the past, it gets thrown back at me.


I’m doing things I enjoy.  I’m doing things I always thought the Father wanted me to be doing. I was introduced to ministering with others when I was 16 years old by my father, even before that age. I’ve always LOVED doing this but sometimes we have to minister to our own needs first.
WE can’t love someone else and help them, if we’re so distraught that we cannot take care of ourselves and our own needs. There have been parts of this walk that I’ve HAD to do alone, and it was hard having to leave my family behind, but they understood and they didn’t feel like I was abandoning them or leaving them out. They shared in the same experiences with me a few weeks later.
I’m still going to make mistakes, I’ll still have someone that’s angry or upset with me because maybe I misunderstand or maybe they do. I’m not going to be perfect and I’m shooting for perfection. I am only aiming to please our Most High, our Elohim (God).
Please don’t assume the worst about someone because their lives change or they are growing into a new understanding…it doesn’t mean they don’t love you, it means they love you more clearly, through the Father’s understanding. I cannot be everything to everyone but I can be the daughter of my King, who I was created to be.

Closing And Opening Doors

I no longer have the yearning desire to know the past, to hold onto what is no longer present in my life. I’ve experienced as many bad times as I have good times; I’d call it an equal balance, although the lives I’ve brought from the blood, I’d really like to know, well, that the good times far outweigh the bad times that happen.

When we read in the Bible about Job, I think to myself, I’ve been bankrupt, homeless, helpless, and childless (only for a month at a time).  I’ve been a mother since I was 22; so to have no child in the home for even a night is as much the feeling of childless as one never having children. Left with the heaving of deep sobs of grief I always manage to move onward in a cowardly and courageous sort of way.

Many doors have been shut, slammed in my face and while the sting of hurt is felt, I take those as lessons that I needed to learn. I saw it as God working in me to help me grow. The doors that have opened are adventures that have happened or will be happening. So I hang on and take each door as it comes to me.


Psalm 139

My heart feels torn this morning. After losing a good friend and two other friends losing family members,

I’m just hanging on to Hope and trying to find Joy in the midst of it all. This video sure helps me feel better.


Who can read this Psalm and not believe that God is deeply in love with each of us? God the creator of the heavens and the earth, took the time to delicately create each of us.

He goes much further by knowing us before we were conceived and knowing our every thought,

even before we think them. He walks with us whether we are in the lowest valley or on the highest mountain.

We can’t escape Him.
He’s always there. His very thoughts of us outnumber the grains of sand.

His thoughts of us are precious.
It is a miraculous love that goes beyond comprehension.

This video combines the beauty of the incredible words of

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Psalm 139

A New Season

Don’t they know that a new year hasn’t passed until the blood has been spread on each doorpost, as he passes by and passes over each blood-stained home. When the one lamb, the ONE, is made the only sacrifice…then the new resurrected life begins and only then, the new season in the life of our Lamb, our Messiah…