End Of Life Planner

O, how the morbid and macabre stench of death has curled its smoky tentacles, wending its way right into brains. Can you believe it, dear reader, you can purchase a planner for the specified purpose of recording your end of life events and um, plans? Since when did embracing death become so popular, so prevalent, that product manufactures have gotten in on the cashing out game, by providing writing materials for you and I to indulge our death dreams?

Nihilism: the rejection of all religious and moral principles in the belief that life is meaningless. 

Death culture: dying is preferable to suffering; we get to choose death when and if we so desire; we are encouraged mostly by those in the medical and governmental systems (they are one and the same, dear reader) to take our own life, or to "assist" others in taking theirs, when a decision has been made that an individual is ready to go - these are my definitions. O, and this can all be done with clinic cleanliness, whilst soothing off you go to the dark side send off music plays in the background, and funeral flowers scent the air to cover the foulness of killing. 

Death culture is a prideful expression of grandeur, posing as noble and kind, when in actuality, murder is afoot; self, and other, murder. Nihilism and death culture make a happy holding hands skip to hell couple. They are hideous, cruel, wretched examples of what society looks like when God is denied his rightful place in minds and hearts. 

Killing and murder are not new, they are the offspring of atheism. If you do not believe life is your greatest God given gift, and that he and he alone has the right to give and take life, then you are amongst the many that think you are your own little autonomous god. 

• When the going gets tough, and you feel as though you must not be made to endure hardship and suffering, have you decided that you will call the shots and call off your life, one way or another? 
• Is it okay to kill some people, but not others ... is there some kind of sliding scale, and if so, who is in charge of determining the qualifications for keeping alive, or killing? 

I could say I am miffed and mystified with what I am witnessing, and some days this is very true, but today I am slightly hard hearted. I think of all the opportunities God gives us to thank and praise him for all of our blessings, including his ever presence when we are in deep pain and soulful suffering, and it irritates me that people prefer to go there own way, forsaking themselves, casting off his generous caring, as though it means nothing. 

Picturing swatting away a hand holding food, extended to you while you languish in your bed; you are hungry but unable to stand long enough to make your own, but there is no way you will accept anything from HIM. Now see a glass filled with pure water, meant to replenish you following a night of fever, smacked away and shattering on the floor, water splattering everywhere, away from your dry mouth and bones, because you didn't want HIM to give it to you ... 

Is your life, dear reader, a pearl? and are you, dear one, a swine, incapable of understanding the worth, the value, of your heart beat, your intake and outlet of breath, your blinking eyes, and tasting tongue, your fingers and toes reaching and touching ... do you not see how sweet it is to be you, and to have others in your life as reminders of how wonderful God Almighty truly is? 

It is deployable to have arrived at our current state of being, where killing is more natural and acceptable than embracing life. Rather, we ought to be living with the purpose of loving God with all our minds, hearts, and souls communally, and loving our neighbours as ourselves, to Christ. Sigh ... I really hope this message hits the heart mark. I really hope that you know that God made you and that he has his own divinely perfect reasons for all that he does, including knitting you in your mother's womb however long ago that happens to be. 

When you were a babe in arms, you had to trust whomever it was that held you. I ask you to be a babe in arms yet again, and trust in the One that made you, with your life, your death, and everything in between. 

Mark 10:19

Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Defraud not, Honour they father and mother

Recall

Nihilism: the rejection of all religious and moral principles in the belief that life is meaningless.

Satan wants you to believe your life is meaningless; that you are in charge of it. 

Satan wants you to deny deity, and feel useless, purposeless, and disposable. 

Satan wants you to cheat, kill, steal, lie, defraud, dishonour.

Satan is a murderer, and he wants you to be one too, of self, and other.

Satan wants you, dear one, to be complicit, captive, and criminally insane.

Satan cannot kill without human hands helping ...

God commands, Satan demands. One is know as Love, the other the father of lies. Isn't it time you put all your eggs in the God basket, and forsake the devil, his wiley ways, and all that the world has to offer you in the way of death culture? 

God made you, and you can sort truth from lies, by reading The Word, knowing The Word, and dedicating your life to living according to The Word of Life. Let's hear from the love apostle:

1 John 1:1-3

That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, of the Word of life; (For the life was manifested, and we have seen it, and bear witness, and shew unto you that eternal life, which was with the Father, and was manifested unto us;) That which we have seen and heard declare we unto you, that ye also may have fellowship with us: and truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with the Son Jesus Christ

Trust in Jesus as your Saviour. Read your Bible, and embrace the Author and Word of Life, today. 

God's Mercy & Gracious Blessings

I have been putting food outside my kitchen sliding door. I make "milk" from almonds, and place the ground up nut meal out on the step for whomever it is that happens by. So far, there have been squirrels, birds, chipmunks, and one adorable grey mouse, in his fluffy full winter coat. The mouse tunnelled through snow to get to the food, and it makes my heart happy to think of the little guy ... and it also had me wondering when I saw him, What about the days I don't put anything out? Should I worry about him starving to death?

Have you ever wondered how it is that birds, with their stick thin legs, manage to stay warm? How is it, that when I go outside in the winter, with far more meat on my ankles than the birds I mentioned, I have to cover all flesh to keep from feeling the freeze? I won't go in outdoor waters unless they are a certain temperature, and yet ducks and geese happily float, and dive too, no matter the weather. 

God created each creature with their habitat and natural habits and needs in mind, and provided for them in uniquely wonderful ways. I am living proof of his provision. I won't explain exactly what I mean, but suffice it to say, that what I have does not match up with what I have monetarily earned. I kind of live this life described in the story found in Kings:

2 Kings 4:1-7

Now there cried a certain woman of the wives of the sons of the prophets unto Elisha, saying, Thy servant my husband is dead; and thou knowest that thy servant did fear the LORD: and the creditor is come to take unto him my two sons to be bondmen.

And Elisha said unto her, What shall I do for thee: tell me, what hast thou in the house? And she said, Thine handmaid hath not any thing in the house, save a pot of oil.

Then he said, Go, borrow thee vessels abroard of all thy neighbours, even empty vessels; borrow not a few. And when thou art come in, thou shalt shut the door upon thee and upon thy sons, and shalt pour out into all those vessels, and thou shalt set aside that which is full. 

So she went from him, and shut the door upon her and upon her sons, who brought the vessels to her; and she poured out. And it came to pass, when the vessels were full, that she said unto her son, Bring me yet a vessel. And he said unto her, There is not a vessel more. And the oil stayed. Then she came and told the man of God. And he said, Go, sell the oil, and pay thy debt, and live thou and thy children of the rest. 

Be not anxious

How wonderful, how marvellous, is our God? He says not to worry or be anxious for anything, and this does not mean we ought to sit around and wait for food to fall fully cooked onto our plates, but what it does mean, is that when we live his will for us obediently, trusting that he knows exactly what we need, and when we need it, he will provide, and provide abundantly, as in a little bit of oil going a long, long way. 

I had this blog in mind a while ago ... it has been lounging in the closet of my mind, waiting to be aired. A most excellent friend prayed over me, and when she spoke about oil flowing in my life, filling and spilling over, abundant oil, I excitedly interrupted her in gratitude, sharing that I had this as a topic of writing waiting in the wings. I know, dear one, I know, what God has done for me and my family, that cannot be reckoned in an accountants book. God does not give what we deserve, he gives us far more, and beyond our wildest dreams. I cannot earn what he provides, and my wages are my reward from a gracious, merciful, provisional Father that holds back nothing from me. 

I am thankful, grateful, and sometimes stupefied at his generosity. I ask you, what do you have that you simply cannot take credit for? 

The little grey mouse

The fluffy grey coated mouse doesn't care that I went to Costco and bought almonds in a bag that were grown in California, picked there too, and shelled for me to enjoy however I please. The little grey mouse hasn't a clue how I made nut meal and he wasn't watching (at least, I don't think he was?) when I put the white blend on the step. He came a calling and there was a snack, waiting for him and some of his furry outdoor friends. Isn't that kind of funny, dear reader? Think with me ... food, just waiting ... without the critters making it themselves, or having to pay for it either. 

Oil, flowing, from one vessel into the next, and the next, and the next ... without growing olive trees, plucking the fruit, and grinding it to a slick. Did you know Jesus is referred to as the Good Olive? I like this very much.

I want you to know that I have figured out, that you and I cannot be more merciful than God. I want you to know that as far as grace goes, he has us beat by a landslide. We don't have to worry about animals feeding and clothing themselves in inclement weather. We don't have to be concerned that somehow they will not be shown the love that all creatures are given by the Sovereign Creator. We get to praise the Provider, the one that does all the behind the scenes work that somehow shows up as edible and wearable, for all his creatures!

Praise be to God, dear reader, because if we had to count on one another to provide our every need, we would fall short of the mark every time. This lovely doxology comes to mind; perhaps you know it, and will sing along?

Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Voting for Hitler

I have some extreme thoughts and feelings that make my heart race and my stomach flip. I have images of young men raising their arms in unison, saluting, if that is what I must call it, a man that made a deal with the devil, agreeing to kill; to kill, dear reader. This takes my breath away, makes my nose tingle, and my eyes fill with tears of terror and sorrow, mixed into a chemical mess running down my face. My soul cannot comprehend killing, and that is what I must address with you, because murder is afoot, killers have agreed to commit the crime, and just like the Fuhrer, men and woman have sold their souls in contract with Lucifer, binding themselves to his conditions, which includes exterminating humans. 

The darkness has been brought to light, over and over again. In the extremities of this existence, we see humans behaving like demons. People are demonically animated, and that is what makes them inhumane and capable of cruelty. 

Hitler demanded what he commanded, and his foot soldiers did his bidding. He killed Jews, but before this he targeted the disabled and vulnerable. Satan, and his helpers, are equal opportunity killers; they don't discriminate. When Hitler smelled treason, he didn't hesitate to kill the men that worked by his side. When the devil was done with Hitler, because do recall, he is an equal opportunity killer, Hitler reportedly shot himself, preferring not to face the discordant music that awaited him if he were to survive. Back then, he would have been executed for his crimes against humanity, but not so today ... Hitler, like the current "world leaders" that pushed lethal poison on the populace, would walk freely among us, as though he were an untouchable; never held accountable for his wicked murderous ways. Hitler had his time to do his dastardly deeds, and so did all those that had murder in their hearts. If it takes a village to raise it child, it takes an army to destroy whole communities. Bloody hands and consciences are numerous, isn't that so, dear one?

I am beating a drum I cannot take my hands from. I see people saluting killers, colluding with them, praising and lauding and applauding as though they haven't done a thing wrong? How can this be, my mind asks. If death has visited your family and stolen away one of your relatives, as a result of them having been injected, I ask, What kind of traitor are you, when you consider voting for an obvious poison pusher? It took many a loyal to the devil soldier to kill millions of people in Germany, and in Albania, where my father was born, and perhaps in the country where your ancestors resided. Call it fascism, socialism, communism, or the new spin from students of Marxism, the indoctrinated graduates from university, capitalism (my goodness, "educators" have done a marvellous job of reworking words to make them opposites of their originals - a sign, dear reader, of demonic infiltration into the school systems), but what it really is, is Satanism. 

I shake, I tremble, and my stomach flips once more, as I type. I am nervous for souls, truly frightened for them, because blindness has become a contagion. Saluting any of the current world governors is an act of treason against God Almighty. If I sound dramatic, then perhaps you are not taking seriously, your own contribution to the current and future demise of the human race. Anyone and everyone that wore a mask and told people to get injected, repeatedly, is doing the devils bidding; and they sold their souls collectively as mercenaries. There is an indisputable fact that I hope you consider immediately: out of the mouths of these killers, come the words, vaccine, over and over again. They are onto something, and like dogs that find a bone on the street, and grip it tightly in their teeth, they will snarl if someone tries to take it from them. They like that injections are so well received by the masses, and they like that people do their deadly bidding without thinking, without resistance, without an ounce of self-awareness or control. 

The word, the name, Hitler, is nails on the chalkboard awful. There are other names that belong to world leaders that are being added to this one, that will go down in history as those that filled the cup of iniquity to the brim, bringing us closer to the end of humanity on this plane of existence. I pray yours will not be added to the growing list, as a comrade-in-wicked-arms. There are only two options for each of us, dear reader, and we must decide, using godly discernment, who we stand-by, defend, and fight for. 

1 Corinthians 6:9-11

Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God. 

And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God. 

Revelation 21:8

But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

NOTE: The poison pushers have never said anything close to, I am sorry, I was wrong, Please forgive me. Make of this what you will, while I point out to you that regret, remorse, and sorrow, belong to those that know they have wounded others. When someone does not feel regret and remorse, they are clearly, incapable of empathy: an inability to feel and express empathy, is a sign that a person belongs to the devil. 

Politicians, Poison, & Prayer

The phone has been ringing and when I answer, some poor sap on the other end is calling to inquire whether or not I can be counted on, to vote for the wretched person they are campaigning on behalf of. Well, since you asked ... I will tell you exactly what I think of the person you are calling about, and you may not like it, in fact, you might choose, in your exhaustion, to hang-up on me (this happened just last night). 

My memory isn't short, in fact it runs all the way back to 2020. Do you recall the events of 2020, dear reader? That was the designated year to pull the gigantic plug on the entire world. One might think that wicked conniving human beings accomplished this grand feat, but I have to give credit where credit is due, and tell you that God Almighty yanked the cord that had us plugged into our devices, our bank accounts, our pain avoidant pleasure seeking ways. Full stop, we all rushed into a massive grinding halt, a halt that felt rudely abrupt. I praise God Almighty now, for what I could not understand five years ago. 

Think with me, how valuable it is to have God sort for us, have God impose a time-out, when and wherein, we are made to choose, to access, to evaluate what matters most to us, and more importantly, to drop to our knees in urgent prayer, pleading for mercy from the God whose mercy endures forever. 

I begged God to keep my people, the people I love, from falling for the fraud being perpetrated. I have begged for healing for my people, the people I love, that are suffering, and one that was dying and has since left terra firma. In deep sorrow, envisioning what is now occurring world wide, I have wept; and I have not forgotten. 

I have not forgotten what the politicians did, the players that discharged their dastardly worst, to impose their influence in order to cajole the masses into doing their bidding, by following their feigned measures: wearing masks and getting pretend injections - all this with the desire to trick people into lining up for the real version of the shots, that injure, maim, and cause death. The divide and conquer plan was expertly implemented, and the poor lambs that were unaware and mesmerized, were deftly led to the slaughter, so to speak. And a slaughter it has been, isn't that right, dear reader? Do you go a day without hearing of someone you know, or used to know, having died suddenly or unexpectedly? 

The politicians pushed poison on the populace. I haven't forgotten, and when I get a phone call asking me to vote for this guy or that gal, I recall images of them in their ugly masks, masquerading as servants of their constituents; alas, they played a role in mass murder, and should I, vote for someone, like that? 

What do you think? Should you, vote for someone, like that?

People have asked me, So what is your solution then, if you aren't voting for anyone? My answer is prayer. You read that correctly. When the ancient Israelites had dug themselves a deep and filthy hole by whoring themselves shamelessly, worshipping idols and man made deities, they forsook their covenant relationship with God. There is always a remnant, a very small, count on your fingers number of faithfuls, that cling to God as their Sovereign, as their Saviour, and their Deliverer. They, dear reader, are the ones that beseech and plead and constantly request mercy, and relief from oppression. 

Wicked governments are as common as dirt, and there have always been consequences for the people that follow their leaders into dark and dank places. In my city, occult images are popular and prominently displayed, and there is nothing new to see here, since the very same things were displayed proudly, and openly, in the civilizations of old. Except, the Israelites were supposed to be uniquely different from their neighbours, and Christians are supposed to be uniquely different too, from false religion proponents. Alas, we are living to see full blown apostasy, but dear reader, I refuse to join the growing crowd of Christ haters. If you do not live for, and love, Jesus, as your Saviour, then your are one of the other guys, on team Satan, whether you think you are or not: it is that plain. 

I am praying for repentance and redemption, not ruin, for those that do not know that their lives belong to God Almighty. I won't be voting for any masked men or women, but I will hope for them, to suddenly get struck by a lighting bolt of blinding truth, that will turn them into Christ followers. That's the very best I can offer anyone. 

No to politics, no to poison, yes to prayer. That is my formula, and I encourage you to take up arms of the spiritual variety to combat the times we are in, so that perhaps you can play a very small role in someone's salvation story. 

1 Timothy 2:1-4

I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks, be made for all men; for kings, and for all that are in authority; that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and honesty. 

For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Saviour; who will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of the truth. 

Sheepish Wolf?

I AM WOLF

I howl at the moon and hunt by night, sniffing the air, finding my prey without sight. The scent is strong and my nostrils flare; I can taste flesh before my canines sink in. My teeth glisten in the moonlight as saliva drips from my barred fangs. I am ready to sample and next, to satisfy and satiate my ravenous hunger. 

I am wolf and I do wolfish things: it is my nature to be as wolfy as I possibly can be, and why not? It makes no sense to me to act otherwise. You can pretend to yourself that I am tameable, that you can dress me up in different clothing and make-believe I am some other breed of animal, but you only kid yourself, trick yourself. You cannot change me no matter what you want, no matter how hard you try. I am wolf. 

Misfit artist

A friend of mine artfully created the insightful picture I included in this piece of writing. She has a brilliant mind, and has always been somewhat of a misfit; she can see the ridiculous and strange, and is able to capture it in cartoon fashion. We are all pretenders, until we figure out our true nature, and stop the play acting. We must figure out who we are and what we are about, and from there, live as honestly as we possibly can.

 

Donald Trump is a wolf

Donald Trump is a wolf, and he doesn't pretend otherwise. Oh sure, he periodically says what he thinks little piggies and cuddly sheep want to hear, but ultimately, he is very honest about his intentions, because he knows who he is and what he is about ... it is the susceptible and naive amongst us that do not see his barred, fanged teeth. 

I suggest to you here and now, that if you adore the Don, you have put him in a sheepish outfit that clearly, is not a match for the man. Jesus Christ is the Lamb of God that takes away the sins of the world. Donald Trump is a vaccine peddler, a killer that people put in disguise. He speaks violence and threat, and it behooves us to really see, to really hear, and not place him in a costume to protect his identify from our own wounded minds. 

Compare Christ, forgive me Lord, to Donald Trump, or any of the filthy mouthed politicians that hold audience with great arrogance. This must be our measure, dear reader, we must see Jesus Christ before us every moment of the day, so that the lies and liars look starkly ugly, while our Lord radiates wisdom, compassion, mercy, kindness, love, and devotion to his people; we must know him as the Sovereign. Jesus is the Author of life, while wolves in sheep's clothing want nothing less, then to devour whole, the flock of the living God. 

This day, and the days ahead, added to the days that have already pasted, accumulate, and so do the crimes and sins committed. We shall see more and more of the fanged, glistening teeth, barred for savagery as the year marches forward. Real wolves kill to eat. Human wolves kill for pleasure: it delights them to destroy, dear reader, and if you do not see this yet, you will. I pray you see it sooner than later, because it would be quite a horror for you to one day realize, that rather then glorifying Jesus as Lord, you gave your mind and heart to a mere, murderous, man. 

Ezekiel 22:27

Her princes in the midst thereof are like wolves ravening the prey, to shed blood, and to destroy souls, to get dishonest gain

Matthew 7:15

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves

God wants us to be aware:

Luke 10:3

Go your ways: behold, I send you forth as lambs among wolves

Be Safe - Hot Air Balloon Balderdash

I want to explore with you the statement uttered at the end of many conversations: Be safe, and my natural reaction when I hear it or read it:  

• What does that even mean? 
  
• Am I in danger? 
• Do I need to be extra cautious and careful? 
• Is there something they know that I don't, or is the person uttering this phrase, some kind of paranoid?
• Why is this even a saying, and what ever happened to God bless?

Tagging fear onto the end of sentences does nothing for the receiver. As a thinking person, I observe that this, Be safe nonsense, is part of social engineering, a way of instilling perpetual unspoken latent terror into the populace. Are you afraid, dear reader? If so, of what? I am disinclined toward feeling fear or having it as a constant companion. I am not afraid, and don't want anyone to suggest to me that I ought to be. 

What about the idiom being used as a form of kindness? as in, I don't want anything to happen to you, Be safe. If so, we are once again dealing with fear, projected from the speaker onto the person they bid farewell too, and hope to see again, if the person remains safe, and isn't tragically taken suddenly by some yet unknown mischief making death thief in the night, or day for that matter. People are dying suddenly though, aren't they dear one, and what I think has happened with the "Be safe" wishes, is people actually believe that if they are careful enough, death can be avoided. 

Casting a spell

During the dark days of demonically imposed shutdowns, Stay safe, Stay home, was stated over and over again on the airways, casting a spell on the populace, and used as messaging to supposedly protect people from what was being called a deadly virus. Alas, the deadly virus was trusting liars followed by their installation of fear, and from that weakened state, people made emotional decisions that ought not to have been made; thus the acceptance of injections to combat the invisible enemy promoted as a lethal killer.  

What I think needs to happen is hyper awareness and vigilance, not to "stay safe", but to ready our minds, and hearts, for combat of the emotional and spiritual variety. When we hear words that are meant to stir up anxiety, or a stress response, my hope is that there is a visceral reaction to the words, followed by some inquiries directed at the speaker to challenge the idioms that have snuck into our everyday language. I have helped clients practice saying difficult things that they simply must say, in order to break free from a fear hold. What are they afraid of, you ask?

• What are YOU afraid of, dear reader?
• What won't YOU say, or do, because of the fear of reprisal, or potentially broken relationship?

Staying safe, holding your tongue, keeping the peace, letting sleeping dogs lie, forgiving and forgetting, all sound so wonderfully pacifying, and yet, lack of action does nothing to rectify and spin a situation around. If the wicked ones that willfully disobeyed God by mistreating their neighbours so heinously, had been rebuked and remunerated in kind for their ghastly insinuations and impositions, rather then applauded and praised as heroes, then perhaps we would all be in a better state of mind and body. Isn't it time we took back our emotions and our language, and trained ourselves to skillfully reduce the enemy via wise words, directly aimed at their hot-air-balloon balderdash? 

LISTEN to what the people with microphones are SAYING! They are authoritarians, and the masses haven't a clue that they are being controlled and contained, complying without any sense of danger at all! If I were to use the words, Be safe, rather than stand your ground, and establish your self-worth by determining your own life trajectory, I would be one of THEM. Believing nonsense makes a person a fool, and dear God in heaven, why would any of us want to be foolish, foolhardy, fooled? 

Don't be safe, dear reader, be wise. Don't follow their rules, dear reader, follow God's commandments. Don't heed the criminals that dictate, harken unto the One that loves you and prepares a place in heaven for his children. Don't trust mealymouthed criminals that couldn't care less about your safety, and do all they can to ensure your demise; rather, trust The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost, for the salvation of your soul. 

If you have been injection infected or injured, I am very sad and sorry that this has happened to you. You are noticed and loved and people care for you and want you well. My hope is that you speak up, and that your voice is heard, and also, that you never again go with the crowd to the place the wicked bid you to go ... that you never again do what they want you to do, but that you go to the God of the universe that created and owns you, and receive balm for your soul, through Christ our Lord, Amen. 

Isaiah 41:10

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. 

Job12:10

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.

Decorator Crab

How much fun are fish in their natural habitat, the water! 

Recently I was introduced to an adorable little crustacean, the decorator crab. I felt utter glee at hearing about his habits and urges to adorn himself. Here is what this particular type of crab gets up to while roaming about. This information was taken from the Monterey Bay Aquarium web page; I have slightly altered the wording of the first sentence to fit into this piece of writing. Visit the page yourself for some fun! 

Decorator crabs camouflage themselves with tiny algae and animals like anemones, sponges and bryozoans. The crab selects pieces of algae and some animals from its habitat and fastens them to hooked, Velcrolike bristles, called satae on the back of its carapace, or upper shell.

Why, oh why, do these crustaceans decorate themselves? You tell me, dear reader, why they do what they do? It doesn't stop them from being fish food, because fish have got to eat, and they will get the meat out of the shell when and if they feel the urge to feed. Attaching things to its crabby shell is a form of camouflage, sure thing, but isn't it cute and funny and playful, and some kind of too sweet to comprehend?

I wear lipstick, and I dress to be attractive and feel good about myself. Some people enlarge their boobs, lips, buttocks, to make themselves stand out, to decorate themselves and draw attention, camouflaging what they think they lack. Are we any different from the crab that just cannot help himself, and must attach things to his hooked shell? Well of course we are different, dear reader, because we think, and crabs don't, no matter how purposefully they perform their daily tasks. 

This is almost too delightful for me to consider. God didn't just create, he decorated for our joyful discoveries, and to ignite our imagination. Plain old plain old just isn't good enough for God, and he makes it so that we can enjoy what he has made for us, in a playful way. I watched a teeny tiny almost see through crab with red on his claws (my memory isn't perfect ... there was red, but I cannot recall if it was on his claws or elsewhere, helping me spot him) pick invisible food from the top of a star fish that he had mounted for his eating pleasure. The star fish was none the worse for wear and seemed nonplussed by his passenger. HILARIOUS!

The ecosystems of the sea, of the ocean, of the lakes and streams, puddles and aquariums, give us a glimpse into how very magnificent creation is, and how wonderfully made the animals and humans and their habitats, by an all powerful, all knowing, glorious God. 

The decorator crab, what a little darling.