So much for garlic...

Last Sunday we met for church meeting at a member's house. Food and everything. It was a noodle soup, part Burmese part Thai, really good. I should have been suspicious I guess, but didn't think to ask, the dreaded......MSG? question.......

Afterwards, M needed to stop at the hospital for a lab test, and just for fun I asked them to check my bp (I had checked it that morning at home, it was 119/71 or something)
And halfway through the process, she says...."I think you have high blood pressure" well, it ended up 140/101(or something!), which is pretty bad. I was feeling rotten over that, and after just bragging about my bp and garlic, when we remembered, M's was up for him also. Something that almost never happens. Then we remembered, we ate that noodle soup. In this country a common additive, even in home cooking, is MSG...especially soupy type things. And I react REALLY BAD in a bp way, to MSG. We call it "pon-chu-rote" here. But I thought my garlic had "totally healed" me. Just shows, you still must be careful...
The horse is prepared for the day of battle, but safety is of the Lord.....is that a direct quote? I will have to check. And I better start remembering to ask!

miracles

well don't take my word for it. but last year I started taking garlic (fresh, one clove) every morning. Not just when I felt like I was coming down with something, but EVERY MORNING. I chop it up, put it in a little dish, and while I am eating my oatmeal I spoon a spoonful of garlic, and drink it down like pills with water. Well, about a month ago, I started thinking, "you know, I don't feel like my blood pressure is up." (I hadn't checked it or been to the doctor for a long time.) So I just stopped taking it, but I kept up the garlic. Two days ago I checked my bp. 115/71....hmm not bad.
I checked it again this morning. 114/69.....
I guess I will stick with the garlic....less side effects, and the Lord provided it naturally!

Amen!

Corn, or Boomerang....which is it?

Boomerang went missing again. He and Little (or Liddell as we call him now) went out the door last night. Liddell came back at bedtime but no Boomerang. No bells jingled all night long. And no show at breakfast. As you know this is very unusual, so we did check the outside bathroom, but I knew that could not be it. And when he was still not back this evening, I took a walk to the neighbor's and asked if she had seen him. "Yes, he is here with his girl," and pointed under the picnic table at the front of the house. And there he was, following her around like she had a little string tied from her to him. He was in his own little world. So my neighbor and I chatted a bit, and while we were talking, then Boomerang realized I was one of the pairs of feet standing there. He ran over to me, and "spoke" to me. I picked him up, and he nuzzled and hugged a little. I told him it was ok, and he could stay, and I put him down, and he went back into his little cat world, following his woman around. Out of curiosity, I asked her, "What do you call him here?" and she said, "Corn. But, he doesn't come here much anymore. And he doesn't know that name." So I told her what I call him, and why, and she and her household had a great laugh over "Boomerang." But they all understood his name....so I came back home,and as I left, I could hear the kids calling him, just to see if he knew his name, "Boomerang! Boomerang!" Really. Does this look like a "Corn"??? Or a "Boomerang!" You tell me.