The Combs Krewe

Tonight I sat rocking Truett and,  just to make conversation, I asked him about Sunday School. “Did you play with Bryson? Is he your friend?” “Yeah,” he said.  “Did Mrs. Elaine read you a story? What was it about?”  “Um, God’s Special Book. God made the world!” He then said God made houses, and I said, “No, people made houses.” Then we had a discussion about things God made vs. things people made. His mind amazes me! Did God make couches? Did God make tractors?  Then he started to get the idea of things. Did God make broccoli?  He drifted off to sleep in my lap thinking of the things of God, and I’m just so, so thankful to have to privilege  to be his mama. ❤️

I really try not to be too very in-your-face about healthy eating, but it is such a part of who I am and what I believe in, that inevitably it comes out in conversations and is evident in things I share on social media. Although Jackie is generally a good sport and has tried a lot of foods he otherwise would not have, my healthy eating habits are generally met with a good bit of teasing from most members of my family. I, however, am simply not dabbler . If I do anything, I am ALL IN. And food is an area that I have dove head first into.  There is a quote that I am finding a new depth of truth in lately. Maybe you've heard it. Ann Wigmore said, "The food you eat can either be the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison." You would be absolutely AMAZED to learn the power of food over your life. Do you know someone with cancer? I'd be willing to bet we all do. Statistics show that if cancer or diabetes or some other life-altering

Personal thoughts of special needs... I suppose this topic has come to my mind because of all the abortion talk lately. Many times abortion is recommended because it is known/believed that a person has conditions which we find undesirable. The terms for this general condition have changed over the years, and, for the most part, society uses PC terms now but the main gist is that the child won’t be “normal.” What does that really mean, and why do we find that to be so terrible that we would, in some cases, choose to end that life rather than deal with the heartbreak, hardship, or mere inconvenience of helping another person to live? Because that’s often what it means: not that we believe a child hasn’t the capacity for life but that we caregivers haven’t the capacity for giving the necessary care.  Back to the question of so-called normalcy. We so often pity anyone who is unable to live a “normal” life, anyone who can’t for any reason enjoy THE highest standard of living in wh