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Sharpening iron

Iron is an enigma – it rusts easily, yet it is the most important of all metals. 90% of all metal that is refined today is iron (www.rsc.org/periodic-table/element/26/iron). 

Refinement of metal seems purposeful; 
if a knife isn't sharp enough it can actually be more dangerous than a perfectly sharp knife. My kitchen utensils are proof of this enigma. 
Sharpening knives keeps them useful. 

So it is with a human being. Without the refinement, or straining process, we become useless
If we seek to live a life with as little change, disturbance, or strain as possible, we will inevitably render ourselves useless. 
We can actually become more dangerous in our lives and our relationships without subtle or major changes.
Yet, so often we are seeking peace, comfort, and a waveless life. 
When will the weekend arrive; when is the next vacation; when will the kids grow up; when will retirement start? 
Because so many of us lack the internal ability to sharpen ourselves, (because that would be a painful process), 
we need people in our lives that will sharpen us, and then we can sharpen them in return. 

Who pushes you? Who makes you better? Who is honest with you? Who helps you grow? 
These are the people we should seek to emulate. 

As iron sharpens iron,
    so one person sharpens another. Proverbs 27:17



I want, no I need more iron in my life. Sometimes iron comes in all shapes and sizes though. 
It doesn't have to be a certain age, gender, or status. 
There may be a sharpening tool right there in your kitchen knife block...



Start that chore training early...

And they'll learn to love it.

We traveled to San Diego to honor and remember my sweet grandma

She would have loved her gorgeous memorial day.


I was so grateful not only to speak about her impact in my life, but come home with this wonderful portrait of us.

It was a hard trip for obvious reasons, but worth it!



Crazy to come home to a complete climate change




Made some snow cream this time; if only that would really add to Levi's calories cause it was easy digest in bulk. 

 Please pray for Levi's nutrition appointment this week. It's usually our easier visit as compared to GI, 
 but I think he may have lost some weight with our ER visits last month, so no telling our wrist slapping.
 But hopefully all that ocean air and snow added a little water weight. :)

~Iron Buster 

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