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A Satisfied Mouth

Psalm 103:1-5 King James Version (KJV)

103 Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:
Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;
Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;
Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

     My mouth was unsatisfied. I was unaware of this fact until I heard myself mumbling about it. I had just finished my lunch and I complained, (to myself but it still counts as complaining). “That was okay, but my mouth is just not satisfied.”

As soon as I said it I was reminded of the above scripture, which we had recently studied at church. I reread it and suddenly I saw verse 5 in an entirely new light. God wants my mouth satisfied both with what comes out of it and what goes into it.

A satisfied mouth is one that speaks good things. Good things like the Word of God, the promises of God, faith, hope and love. What comes out of my mouth determines my future and the course of my life. What I say matters.

I am also convinced that God wants my mouth to be satisfied with the food I eat. For me this includes the amount , as well as the type of food.

Let me give you a little history. I am what I like to call ‘fluffy’. (My doctor calls it morbidly obese…tomato, tomahto.) I have been known to over indulge, snack, binge, and generally put too much food in my mouth, hence the fluffiness.  I have not had huge success with dieting. Okay, I have not had ANY success with dieting.

I like to eat. I call myself a grazer. I would snack on something nonstop; like nuts, candy, cookies, whatever. So to say that counting calories is a challenge is an understatement.

My husband and I recently decided enough is enough and we needed to loose weight; for our health, our joints, and our love life. We got an app on our phones to track calories and began to pay attention to what we were eating, and how much. In the past such an endeavor would not last longer than three days at which time I would announce that ‘dieting is too hard’ and since Eric (my husband) loves me just the way I am, why put myself through the hassle?

This time, before I could reach the point of surrender, I grumbled about my unsatisfied mouth and God gave me Psalm 103:5. Now, over a month after we started our diet, I have lost 11 pounds and I have not quit. Everyday I confess this scripture and I say, “My mouth is satisfied.”

Now I am expecting the rest of that verse to manifest. God satisfies my mouth with good things, so that my youth is renewed like the eagles! I expect a renewed youth, increased energy and a decreased waistline. Bless the Lord, O my soul!



Super short story of the week: I am a Freak

Part 1

I am a freak. I say that because it’s true and because I want you to understand about the choices I have made. I did what I did and I will do what I will do because, simply put, I am a freak.

I don’t have a superpower; no telekinesis, x-ray vision, or super strength. I cannot fly (with or without an airplane), nor can I read your mind. I have never had a vision of the future or traveled back in time or carried on a conversation with my dog; at least not one where he talked back and told me his favorite brand of doggie treat.

I am a medium height, medium build, average looking thirty year old woman. I am reasonably intelligent, socially awkward and, as my mother puts it, ‘snarky’.

When you live in a world of super-heroes, being middle-of-the-road in every respect is not okay. I am an oddity, a singularity…a freak. It’s the only thing I have going for me.

My mother is an empath, so our interactions are filled with heavy sighs and pats on the back, because according to her, I am always sad and confused. I’m not sure I agree with her assessment (I am, on occasion, almost happy), but who am I to argue with the most well-known empath in the city?

I have an older sister, Krystyll, (it’s Crystal, but she changed the spelling so her written name would be as “interesting and exceptional as I am in person”). Whatever. My mother assures me that if I had been born first I would be an only child. She says that’s because she would have dedicated all her time and energy to helping me with my ‘disability’. I am not sure how I feel about that. As it happened, Krystyll was born first and by the time I arrived Mother’s time and energy were already stretched to their limits with very little left for my issues.

Krystyll and her husband Aker run a successful investigative service helping banks and large corporations do background checks on employees or loan applicants. They are uniquely qualified for this work; Krystyll is a lie detector (with what is commonly called ‘hot hands’…she can melt metal with her touch)  and Aker can communicate with cats and dogs. Understanding dogs and cats may not sound useful for their line of work, but Aker explained it like this: “A dog is a good judge of character, I always like to interview an applicant’s dog just to get a feel for who they really are. Cats, on the other hand, will expose secrets of their owners for half a can of tuna. They’re vicious like that.”


While Mother counsels the needy, moody and otherwise emotionally impaired and Krys and her hubby bribe cats for private information, I (until yesterday) was unemployed (and unemployable according to everyone I knew). I receive a monthly disability check (less than 1% of the population are considered disabled, and no one else shares my particular disability), and my time is spent reading, listening to music and rearranging my living room furniture-without using Madame Liftkoff’s furniture moving service (which is just Mrs. Liftkoff using her telekinesis to move stuff to where you tell her). Everything changed yesterday.