Day 87 - A Lion, a Lamb. . . and a potato chip confession

Studying Esther, celebrating Purim, contemplating Passover and preparing for Easter.  Surely this is the most spiritual of seasons.   In Esther I saw Aryeh Mishevet Y'hudah - Lion of Judah, victoriously overturn Haman's evil plans.  In Passover I see the blood of the Lamb, on the doorpost of every believer. In Easter I see Aryeh Mishevet Y'hudah - the Lion of Judah overturning Satan's death plot for me and I see the Lamb being sacrificed for me - the costly price of my salvation. 

The Bible is filled with the Lion and the Lamb - and His love for me. All the way to Revelation 5:4 "I cried and cried, because no one was found worthy to open the scroll or look inside it.  One of the elders said to me, "Don't cry, Look, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has won the right to open the scroll and its seven seals.  Of course these stories are about the Jewish roots of my faith.  I am a Christian, and a Messianic Gentile because the mighty Lion of Judah willingly was sacrificed like a lamb so I, a little lost lamb, could be conformed to His image and have the right to approach his throne confident and unafraid.

Many telephone calls interrupted meals today.

Breakfast:  Golden Salmon.  Salmon 'burger' chopped in food processor with fresh mango, pineapple and crushed potato chips (*see below), and an egg.

Lunch - Cream of brocolli soup - photo doesn't do justice to yummy flavor. 

Snack:  Snapea Crisps - 22 pieces for a serving of only 150 calories with 5 g. of protein, and delicious taste.  No artificial flavors or colors. It's the real thing!  Found at Woodman's in Kenosha and Trader Joe's at Bayshore, Milwaukee. 


*Potato Chip Confession.. I have to tell you how the Golden Salmon recipe came to be.  I was doing errands for Ken at Walmart and a display near the checkout featured the store brand potato chips.  Chips are my weakness (or were) as I've not been able to eat baked chips due to the wheat in the modified starch.  I thought hmmm only $1.75 for that huge bag, and I haven't had 'regular chips' in ages.  I'll get it and save it for vacation.  You know already how the voice of temptation works and after Ken slipped up to bed, I took the chips and a book and 'hid' on an exercise machine (ironic huh). I tried a couple of chips, and found them way greasy.  I folded the bag up and put it on a stand next to the machine while I read and looked over at the bag frequently, self-arguing -  I should eat them, I bought them - you didn't like one, why would you like a bagful.  I realized it was my old 'depression-era syndrome' telling me to 'clean my plate' whether it was good for me or not and became so frustrated that this bag of oil and potatoes could give me all this angst.  I've read of addictive people tossing their wine out then crawling to the dumpster in the dark to finish the bottle and I thought I must have a lot in common with them.  That made me angry.  I don't know if you realize what a woman angry at a potato chips looks like, but imagine me doing what Eve in the Garden should have done - jumping up and down on the tempter, and you'll have a good picture!  Yep, I did.  Crushed 'em good.   It's a wonder the chip and bag crushing and laughing like a hyena didn't wake the hubby.  Later, on the way to toss the bag out, like any "all things becoming new, 'former chip addict', I admit I tossed a handful into the food processor with my breakfast instead of the salt.  It did reduce the fishy taste of the patty, and it looked pretty, but it wasn't worth the price of handing a shredded chip bag to my hubby and explaining.