The Pepperoncino

Last night my boyfriend and I were having dinner at a local Italian restaurant.  We both ordered the house salad.  When our salads arrived they appeared to be identical, the typical house salad with vinaigrette dressing topped with a Pepperoncino.

As I was adding pepper to my salad, gazing at the Pepperoncino, and thinking I would eat it last, I was prompted to give my Pepperoncino to my boyfriend.

I pick up the Pepperoncino and pass it across the table to my boyfriend.  His eyes got great big and his face lit up as he asked, ‘that was in your salad?’  I answered yes and that he should have one also.  He asked if I liked Pepperoncinos, I answered yes, I love them. 

 He began digging through his salad looking for his Pepperoncino.  When he finally found it, the Pepperoncino in his salad was super tiny, not even a bite, basically a stem. He was disappointed that he didn’t have a full Pepperoncino in his salad.

You see, my boyfriend loves Pepperoncinos as much as I do.  I didn’t know he got gypped on a Pepperoncino but my Heavenly Father did and the Holy Spirit prompted me to give up mine to him.

My boyfriend was blessed by the Pepperoncino … Sometimes it’s the little things that make the 

biggest impact.  

Pay attention to that “Still Small Voice”, Be obedient, and Be blessed.

Saved by Grace ♥ Changed by Love

♥Cindy♥

Deposits into Little Souls

Last night I was with a group of friends watching the 2015 ALDS Royals vs Astros game … Congrats to the Kansas City Royals!!!!

Some of my friends were drinking when one of them hands a little girl an empty beer bottle to throw away.  My immediate reaction was anger and disgust.

You see…I was that little girl.  My Dad would have me bring his beer, pot and whatever else to him and clean up after him.  When I was serving my Dad’s addictions I had his attention just for that moment and just for that moment I felt accepted and loved.   But it wasn’t long before he was drunk and/or high and I had become invisible to him again or worse, in his way.  My heart and my soul longed for my Daddy’s attention, his love, but it never came because his first love was his addictions.

As I became a teenager I began seeking relationships with the same type of men.   Going from one alcoholic man or addict to the next, convincing myself that “this one” is going to be different.   This “one” is going to love me more that his addiction.  My Dad had conditioned me to believe that this was love, that this was a woman’s worth, to be a “side-piece” to addiction.

There is much more to my story … but for now … if you are an alcoholic or addicted, I am asking you, please do not involve children in your festivities.  Little eyes are on you and you are influencing them more than you know.

Saved by Grace - Changed by Love

Cindy