Monday, July 6, 2015

WHITE BREAD WORLD

Don't get you knickers all kinked up, I am NOT eating white bread over here in the hood.  The fact is I am not much of a bread eater at all, but when I do--it is always wheat.  With the exception of BLT sandwiches which are ONLY made with white bread which has been toasted.



I was raised on white bread and did not develop a taste for the good stuff until I was adult and someone finally clued me in to how much healthier it was and I might add, much more tasty.  I remember my daddy eating pumpernickel, rye, and all those exotic types of bread, but the brothers and I stuck to the good old white bread.  There was nothing fancy about our palettes.

The fact is I was born and raised in a white bread world.  There was not one thing about my childhood that said Upper Crust.  My people were in the insurance business--not Wall Street tycoons or wealthy magnates of industry.  I was a small town girl in middle class America.  I am very proud of who my people were and where I came from.

The world would tell us being born wealthy and with influence gives higher status.  It also comes with a cost.  As The Word tells us, easier to get a camel through the eye of a needle than a rich man into The Kingdom.  With wealth comes problems, from the outside it may appear like heaven on earth, but the rich struggle with the same and possibly more problems than the rest.  It is a day to day struggle to hold onto those dollars and still live the life style of the rich and famous.  My small town upbringing has a unique charm which cannot be duplicated.  When I speak of the simplicity of life then and how safe I felt, the big city dwellers are amazed.  It was good to grow up in a white bread world and I do not pretend to be anyone, but who I am.

It reminds me of our cloak of Christianity, which we conveniently don when it serves us well, but cast aside when the world serves us better.  We forget where we came from, what was done for us, and put on our worldly disguise.  Help me Lord, to remember my roots and warmly wear the cloak of Christ where
ever I go. 


Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong.
I Corinthians's 13:16



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    1. We are who we are- Right!
      Blessings !

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  2. Thanks, I just about spat out my coffee, lololol (over knickers---which is something my parents would say!). I am a pumper nickle kind of girl, oh wait, you didn't want to know that, lol.

    We were just discussing this yesterday, Lulu...we were up at the cemetery visiting my fil and my husbands grandparents. ANYWAYS---Yes, my friend, we often forget, don't we? Sad to say, most do. I have since learned in the short 48 years of being on this Earth, to just be myself...and don't put on airs. If you (in general) don't like me, then tough cookies. God knows me, and that is all that matters. Beautiful made post my friend. Blessings

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    1. You can't run from your past - Right?
      Blessings, Friend-
      Headed back to TX today!

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  3. Unfortunately, those who go after the world, don't realize that all the world has to offer is a parody of the REAL amazing life found in Christ. Great post.

    I still like homemade white bread, but like you, seldom eat bread of any kind. :-)

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  4. Hi Lulu! I won't get my knickers in a twist, I was a 'white bread' girl too! We always had white bread, and I looked very dubiously on any bread that wasn't.
    Your upbringing sounds wonderful. You have such a love for your childhood, and family. That's inspiring!
    I hope that I never cast aside my 'cloak of Christianity', but I'm sure I do at times. I can only hope to get better and better with each day and week and year. No matter what my earthly heritage, I can count on being a child of God in all seasons. As you so beautifully said, may I wear that cloak everywhere I go.

    Monday blessings,
    Ceil

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    1. Your comments always inspire & encourage me, Ceil!
      Blessings, Friend!

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