I was reminded of a time in the mid 1940’s when our Aunt Ruby and Uncle Jim came for a visit to our home in Oakland, California. Ruby was robust with fiery red hair. She was gentle and always happy and loved children although she could not bare children of her own.
My brother Allen was not feeling well, so he was spending the day in Mother and Dad’s bed. Aunt Ruby went in to comfort him, and brought our big cat Blackie to visit him also. Soon Blackie was purring loudly, and my aunt asked my brother, “What is the kitty singing?”
Without hesitation, my brother answered, “She is singing Jesus Loves me this I know.”
Ruby laughed, but in her heart she knew that Blackie was indeed singing praises to God.
Do Cats sing?
Yes, animals have various ways to signal that they are satisfied and happy. Our dogs make noises when it is feeding time, and their tails never cease to wag their appreciation and love.
There is a thrill of hearing the birds singing, chickens clucking, roosters crowing, and foxes,wolves, and dogs baying at the moon.
Listen carefully at night to the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs. They will remind us that all creation praises the Lord.
I recently wrote a post about the rocks cry out, the mountains and the hills praise God, and how God himself sings back at us.
Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.
Can you for a moment envision joining with the hosts of angels and adding our amateur praise to their expert harmony?
I believe that is the reason that the Bible instructs us to “Make a Joyful NOISE unto the Lord.”
Whether we sing beautifully compared to others is not the question.
The main thing is to worship the Lord with a voice, in tune or not, it does not matter.
Just make up your own words, and they do not have to rhyme or make sense to you, but they will have special meaning to God.
Zephaniah 3:17 reminds us that God is musical and He rejoices and sings over you. - - The LORD your God in the midst of you is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over you with joy; he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Reflection on Flying Kites
The March winds were perfect for flying kites, and our large school yard near our home was free of telephone wires, so it was a safe place for us kids to enjoy our kite fun.
Our local Woolworth five and dime store offered kites for ten cents a packet and we were happy to invest. A kite came in a straight package, and all you needed to do was carefully put it together, add a tail and some string, and wait for a nice breeze.
Our plan was for my brother to hold the kite up, and at a signal he would let it go. I would run and trust the winds to catch it, and that it would ascend to the sky.
Most of the time, it took a couple of tries, but soon we had our kite soaring and climbing up into the heavens. As the kite climbed, we would release a bit more of the twine to allow it more freedom - - and up it would go, higher and higher.
A tug now and then on the string would help keep the kite flying in the air. If the string was not strong enough, or had not been attached with care, it was possible for the kite to escape and go off into the world on its own. We knew this from experience as we would sadly see our precious kite floating over the horizon and eventually get tangled up in a mess in the brush of a tree.
How we wished we could have controlled our kite better so that these thickets could be avoided. Perhaps we gave it too much freedom and leniency, thus allowing the kite to think for it-self.
Oh how we blamed ourselves for not paying better attention to our kite and its adventures. Were we at fault? Actually not, but the guilt was still there.
Could we have done a better job in our preparation time, by securing the parts and pieces together with stronger tape, and twine? Probably not, but the remorse was still there.
Conceivably if kites could think for themselves, they should have paid more attention to their maker, and listened more carefully to the instructions given. Then they may have made better choices and avoided trouble.
Now they found themselves in such a mess that only God could get them out of.
If you have a kite in your household, as time goes on, it may be necessary for you to release your hold on your kite, and permit it to be it’s own kite. I do pray that they will not be hard headed as my kites sometimes were, and that they will fly quickly to their creator if they ever get into trouble.
The kite manufacturer has explicit instructions, and they are written in a big black manual, and it would be well if we all referred to them daily or even more often.
Deuteronomy 28:1-2 "Now it shall be, if you will diligently obey the LORD your God, being careful to do all His commandments which I command you today, the LORD your God will set you high above all the nations of the earth. "And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, if you will obey the LORD your God.”
This post has been entered in “Changing the World One Word at a Time” Please amble over and check out the other great posts at: http://peterpollock.com/2010/12/reflection-blog-carnival/
Our local Woolworth five and dime store offered kites for ten cents a packet and we were happy to invest. A kite came in a straight package, and all you needed to do was carefully put it together, add a tail and some string, and wait for a nice breeze.
Our plan was for my brother to hold the kite up, and at a signal he would let it go. I would run and trust the winds to catch it, and that it would ascend to the sky.
Most of the time, it took a couple of tries, but soon we had our kite soaring and climbing up into the heavens. As the kite climbed, we would release a bit more of the twine to allow it more freedom - - and up it would go, higher and higher.
A tug now and then on the string would help keep the kite flying in the air. If the string was not strong enough, or had not been attached with care, it was possible for the kite to escape and go off into the world on its own. We knew this from experience as we would sadly see our precious kite floating over the horizon and eventually get tangled up in a mess in the brush of a tree.
How we wished we could have controlled our kite better so that these thickets could be avoided. Perhaps we gave it too much freedom and leniency, thus allowing the kite to think for it-self.
Oh how we blamed ourselves for not paying better attention to our kite and its adventures. Were we at fault? Actually not, but the guilt was still there.
Could we have done a better job in our preparation time, by securing the parts and pieces together with stronger tape, and twine? Probably not, but the remorse was still there.
Conceivably if kites could think for themselves, they should have paid more attention to their maker, and listened more carefully to the instructions given. Then they may have made better choices and avoided trouble.
Now they found themselves in such a mess that only God could get them out of.
If you have a kite in your household, as time goes on, it may be necessary for you to release your hold on your kite, and permit it to be it’s own kite. I do pray that they will not be hard headed as my kites sometimes were, and that they will fly quickly to their creator if they ever get into trouble.
The kite manufacturer has explicit instructions, and they are written in a big black manual, and it would be well if we all referred to them daily or even more often.
Deuteronomy 28:1-2 "Now it shall be, if you will diligently obey the LORD your God, being careful to do all His commandments which I command you today, the LORD your God will set you high above all the nations of the earth. "And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, if you will obey the LORD your God.”
This post has been entered in “Changing the World One Word at a Time” Please amble over and check out the other great posts at: http://peterpollock.com/2010/12/reflection-blog-carnival/
Monday, December 27, 2010
Red Light or Green Light
Over in the corner of my kitchen, sits my computer which is a cozy place to write, view and enjoy my coffee. On the end of my kitchen counter near my telephone, sits my two wire modem box with its shiny green lights alerting me that my DSL is on and working.
Well it was working - - up until three weeks ago when my telephone dial tone quit.
A call to the phone company on my emergency cell, gave me a message that in 5 days I would have service again. Five days passed and yes, for about 2 hours I had static and a dial tone, and then crash, it was down again. I dare not tell you the name of my phone company, but their initials are A T & T. Profits before service must be their motto! LOL
A repair man came out to fix my phone, but he found it necessary to inform us that the phone line, pole to pole was damaged. He would put in a report, but could not promise a time when it would be put back into working order.
Being a squeaky wheel was not helping, as each time I called, and listened to beautiful music for 15 minutes; the kind service representative informed me that my case was still open, and they were doing all they could to correct the problem.
The rain storms were not helping, and the fact that it was a few days before Christmas and the line crews were working on other problems, was of no comfort to me. I could not be consoled.
Each morning and during the day, as I entered my kitchen, I peered over at my 2 wire box and was continually dismayed because the red light on the DSL line that I viewed had not yet turned back to green.
Hope against hope that I could once again be able to get on-line, so I could retrieve my e-mail and post my blog, was beginning to dash all my faith in the phone company.
My telephone and computer communication has been broken and I am suffering untold distress! Oh me, oh my, what shall I do?
In life, when we break communion with God, we experience a spiritual spiral that leaves us without a trouble shooter. We encounter untold misery and we question, “Why?”
We remain in that miserable condition until WE take the steps necessary to “fix” the problem.
If it is something that we are holding on to that needs releasing, it is time to, “Let it go.”
Forgiveness is not an option, and it is time to let loose of events or grudges we are nurturing in our thought life. Forget, perhaps not, but forgive, yes.
Keep the telephone lines to heaven open with an unlocked heart and always share with Jesus, and he will get back to you sooner than the telephone company promises.
The green light is always on to Heaven, so make your call today! He is waiting!
P.S. My land line is still down, and I am using a borrowed computer. BUT my line to heaven is still active!
Well it was working - - up until three weeks ago when my telephone dial tone quit.
A call to the phone company on my emergency cell, gave me a message that in 5 days I would have service again. Five days passed and yes, for about 2 hours I had static and a dial tone, and then crash, it was down again. I dare not tell you the name of my phone company, but their initials are A T & T. Profits before service must be their motto! LOL
A repair man came out to fix my phone, but he found it necessary to inform us that the phone line, pole to pole was damaged. He would put in a report, but could not promise a time when it would be put back into working order.
Being a squeaky wheel was not helping, as each time I called, and listened to beautiful music for 15 minutes; the kind service representative informed me that my case was still open, and they were doing all they could to correct the problem.
The rain storms were not helping, and the fact that it was a few days before Christmas and the line crews were working on other problems, was of no comfort to me. I could not be consoled.
Each morning and during the day, as I entered my kitchen, I peered over at my 2 wire box and was continually dismayed because the red light on the DSL line that I viewed had not yet turned back to green.
Hope against hope that I could once again be able to get on-line, so I could retrieve my e-mail and post my blog, was beginning to dash all my faith in the phone company.
My telephone and computer communication has been broken and I am suffering untold distress! Oh me, oh my, what shall I do?
In life, when we break communion with God, we experience a spiritual spiral that leaves us without a trouble shooter. We encounter untold misery and we question, “Why?”
We remain in that miserable condition until WE take the steps necessary to “fix” the problem.
If it is something that we are holding on to that needs releasing, it is time to, “Let it go.”
Forgiveness is not an option, and it is time to let loose of events or grudges we are nurturing in our thought life. Forget, perhaps not, but forgive, yes.
Keep the telephone lines to heaven open with an unlocked heart and always share with Jesus, and he will get back to you sooner than the telephone company promises.
The green light is always on to Heaven, so make your call today! He is waiting!
P.S. My land line is still down, and I am using a borrowed computer. BUT my line to heaven is still active!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I rejoice Because of the Virgin Birth!!
As we consider this Christmas Season and celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ, I am so very thankful and rejoice for the Virgin Birth.
It is extremely important that we understand why the Virgin Birth was so necessary. The Bible tells us that the Life is in the Blood. Jesus said he was the Life and the light of Life.
When the first Adam sinned and took of the fruit in the garden something terrible happened to his body, his soul, and his spirit. He became sort of REVERSE born again or changed into a different person. His blood now had the sin nature which all mankind has inherited. 1 Corinthians 15:45 tells us that the Last Adam was Jesus. Jesus was not born with Adams sin nature because his father was God.
Dr. M.R. De Haan explains in his book, “The Chemistry of the Blood” that Physiologists have proven beyond question that the Mother does not impart her blood to the babe that is being formed. It has been proven that the blood that flows in the arteries and veins of the babe is from the father of the child.
http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/BTP/Dr_MR_DeHaan/Chemistry/toc.htm
Mary herself wondered and told the Angel, “How can this be since I have never known a man?”
The Angel told Mary that this Holy Child that will be formed in you will be conceived by the Holy Ghost, and the life in him will be from his Father God. Mary said to the Angel, “Let it be so unto me even as you have said.”
God needed a perfect blood sacrifice to atone for Adam’s sin. Jesus was the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. His blood was Holy because his blood was from his Father God. That is why it is so very important to be thankful for the Virgin Birth, so that the Holy Jesus could shed his Holy Blood so that we could be saved and changed into another person.
So my joy today is that I rejoice and I am thankful for the Virgin Birth and all it means to purchase yours and mine -- the gift of salvation.
1Corinthians 15:45 And so it is written, "The first man, Adam, became a living soul," the last Adam became a life-giving Spirit.
This post is part of a The One Word carnival hosted by Peter Pollock. You're invited to visit his site and see what others are saying about today's theme: Rejoice. http://peterpollock.com/2010/12/rejoice-blog-carnival
It is extremely important that we understand why the Virgin Birth was so necessary. The Bible tells us that the Life is in the Blood. Jesus said he was the Life and the light of Life.
When the first Adam sinned and took of the fruit in the garden something terrible happened to his body, his soul, and his spirit. He became sort of REVERSE born again or changed into a different person. His blood now had the sin nature which all mankind has inherited. 1 Corinthians 15:45 tells us that the Last Adam was Jesus. Jesus was not born with Adams sin nature because his father was God.
Dr. M.R. De Haan explains in his book, “The Chemistry of the Blood” that Physiologists have proven beyond question that the Mother does not impart her blood to the babe that is being formed. It has been proven that the blood that flows in the arteries and veins of the babe is from the father of the child.
http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/BTP/Dr_MR_DeHaan/Chemistry/toc.htm
Mary herself wondered and told the Angel, “How can this be since I have never known a man?”
The Angel told Mary that this Holy Child that will be formed in you will be conceived by the Holy Ghost, and the life in him will be from his Father God. Mary said to the Angel, “Let it be so unto me even as you have said.”
God needed a perfect blood sacrifice to atone for Adam’s sin. Jesus was the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. His blood was Holy because his blood was from his Father God. That is why it is so very important to be thankful for the Virgin Birth, so that the Holy Jesus could shed his Holy Blood so that we could be saved and changed into another person.
So my joy today is that I rejoice and I am thankful for the Virgin Birth and all it means to purchase yours and mine -- the gift of salvation.
1Corinthians 15:45 And so it is written, "The first man, Adam, became a living soul," the last Adam became a life-giving Spirit.
This post is part of a The One Word carnival hosted by Peter Pollock. You're invited to visit his site and see what others are saying about today's theme: Rejoice. http://peterpollock.com/2010/12/rejoice-blog-carnival
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Music Makes the Soul Rejoice
Our family looked forward to the monthly Musicals at the Oakland Auditorium in the early 1960s. Some times it was a Family group, and other times it was a variety of Men’s quartets. All the popular groups were happy to visit our city and to sing for us.
The Programs were free, but an offering was taken, and each group had their records for sale in the lobby. The offers were $5.00 for one record or $10 for three, and who can resist a bargain?
Our family loved any and all music, so we gathered a collection of records to play on our stereo at home.
The walls of our house resounded with the sweet tunes, about the Lord Jesus and about heaven and going home.
Music communicates to the soul, and the Bible tells us that the Angels sing the praises of God.
Singing is not only allotted to us as mortals, and the angels, but all the earth shall praise Him.
Even the trees sing:
1 Chronicles 16:33 Then shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the LORD
And the Mountains and hills will sing:
Isaiah 55:12 For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
The rocks and stones will cry out if we fail to praise the Lord and sing and shout unto Him.
Luke 19:37 *40 And when he was come nigh, the whole multitude of the disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen; Saying, Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord: peace in heaven, and glory in the highest. And some of the Pharisees from among the multitude said unto him, Master, rebuke thy disciples. And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.
It is amazing that we find that God also sings and rejoices over his children.
Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.
Isaiah 62:5 As a young man marries a maiden, as a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you.
All earth and heaven shall resound with the Joys of the Lord as we echo, “Praise the Lord for He is worthy to be praised.”
The Programs were free, but an offering was taken, and each group had their records for sale in the lobby. The offers were $5.00 for one record or $10 for three, and who can resist a bargain?
Our family loved any and all music, so we gathered a collection of records to play on our stereo at home.
The walls of our house resounded with the sweet tunes, about the Lord Jesus and about heaven and going home.
Music communicates to the soul, and the Bible tells us that the Angels sing the praises of God.
Singing is not only allotted to us as mortals, and the angels, but all the earth shall praise Him.
Even the trees sing:
1 Chronicles 16:33 Then shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the LORD
And the Mountains and hills will sing:
Isaiah 55:12 For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
The rocks and stones will cry out if we fail to praise the Lord and sing and shout unto Him.
Luke 19:37 *40 And when he was come nigh, the whole multitude of the disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen; Saying, Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord: peace in heaven, and glory in the highest. And some of the Pharisees from among the multitude said unto him, Master, rebuke thy disciples. And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.
It is amazing that we find that God also sings and rejoices over his children.
Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.
Isaiah 62:5 As a young man marries a maiden, as a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you.
All earth and heaven shall resound with the Joys of the Lord as we echo, “Praise the Lord for He is worthy to be praised.”
This post is part of a blog carnival hosted by Peter Pollock. You're invited to visit his site and see what others are saying about today's theme: Rejoice. http://peterpollock.com/2010/12/rejoice-blog-carnival/
Monday, December 13, 2010
Eight Redemptive Names of God
There are many names for God in the Bible, and eight of them are Redemptive Names.
Simply put with only a minor explanation as to the meaning, I place here the eight names.
JEHOVAH-JIREH
"The Lord our provider"
JEHOVAH-NISSI
"Our banner, a banner of love and protection".
JEHOVAH-SHALOM
"Our perfect peace"
JEHOVAH-TSID-KENU
"The Lord is our righteousness
JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH
"The One Who is with us everywhere for He is Omnipresent"
JEHOVAH-SABAOTH
"The Lord of Hosts, our Protector."
C.H. Spurgeon said this about the phrase "The Lord of Hosts: The Lord rules the angels, the stars, the elements, and all the hosts of Heaven; and the Heaven of heavens is under His sway... [the Lord] is on our side -- our august Ally; woe unto those who fight against Him, for they shall flee like smoke before the wind when He gives the word to scatter them."
See text at Psalm 46:7.
JEHOVAH-RAAH
"Our Shepherd Who tenderly leads us, loves us and will keep us safe."
The term shepherd appears approximately 80 times in the Scriptures, denoting meanings of: feeder, keeper, companion, friend, pastor and herdsman.
JEHOVAH RAPHA รข€“
"I am the Lord Your Physician or I am the Lord Your Healer.”
*The book All the Divine Names And Titles In The Bible by Herbert Lockyer used as source for certain material.
Simply put with only a minor explanation as to the meaning, I place here the eight names.
JEHOVAH-JIREH
"The Lord our provider"
JEHOVAH-NISSI
"Our banner, a banner of love and protection".
JEHOVAH-SHALOM
"Our perfect peace"
JEHOVAH-TSID-KENU
"The Lord is our righteousness
JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH
"The One Who is with us everywhere for He is Omnipresent"
JEHOVAH-SABAOTH
"The Lord of Hosts, our Protector."
C.H. Spurgeon said this about the phrase "The Lord of Hosts: The Lord rules the angels, the stars, the elements, and all the hosts of Heaven; and the Heaven of heavens is under His sway... [the Lord] is on our side -- our august Ally; woe unto those who fight against Him, for they shall flee like smoke before the wind when He gives the word to scatter them."
See text at Psalm 46:7.
JEHOVAH-RAAH
"Our Shepherd Who tenderly leads us, loves us and will keep us safe."
The term shepherd appears approximately 80 times in the Scriptures, denoting meanings of: feeder, keeper, companion, friend, pastor and herdsman.
JEHOVAH RAPHA รข€“
"I am the Lord Your Physician or I am the Lord Your Healer.”
*The book All the Divine Names And Titles In The Bible by Herbert Lockyer used as source for certain material.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Crabby Wanda - Guest Post by Nancy Kehr
Crabby Wanda - by Nancy
Saturday morning came early, but we were up for it. Perko’s had their early morning breakfast special for those who could make it between 5am and 8am. Randy and I scrambled, because we had a date! A couple of things popped up just as we were leaving home, so and we didn’t quite make it on time. Nuts!
We decided to stay anyway, and have a simple breakfast before tackling all our weekend errands. The place was packed! A veteran’s group was in the banquet room for a special meeting and most of the tables all over the restaurant were full……. except for one.
She sat staring out the window, coffee in hand. My view of her was partially blocked by some rowdy good ‘ole boys who talked to each other as if they were deaf!
Randy and I ordered but my gaze kept going back to the well-coiffed senior citizen sitting alone across the room. I contemplated her for a bit, and then, almost before I realized it, I was already up and running, while calling out to Randy that I’d be right back. He knows me by now, and just shook his head, smiling.
She seemed surprised as I approached her table. I introduced myself and asked her if she would allow me to pay for her meal. She appeared a bit startled.
“Wh-wh-why?” she asked, eyes wide open connecting with mine.
Her hair was perfect and she was well put together. Obviously she didn’t need ME to pay for her meal.
I told her that I’d like to be a blessing to her and let her know God loved her. We exchanged names, chatted a little more and then she consented, still wide-eyed. I patted her hand, took the check and proceeded immediately to the cashier.
At my explanation of whose ticket I was covering, the cashier said,
“Who? Crabby Wanda?”
Wanda was her name, so I said yes. A couple of restaurant staff started to chuckle. Someone was paying for Crabby Wanda. They told me she was always crabby, so they gave her that nickname. Apparently she came everyday for the breakfast special – always alone. She had been there longer than usual that morning,
“Well, now maybe she won’t be so crabby anymore,” I said brightly as I finished paying.
They quit snickering, and asked if I was doing this because it was the Christmas season. I let them know that I thought it was important to live “Giving” all year long, and that people had to be on the lookout for opportunities.
The opportunities are always there. Often they are not grand or press-worthy. That $6.33 was a small investment. Hopefully, three people’s lives were touched.
Saturday morning came early, but we were up for it. Perko’s had their early morning breakfast special for those who could make it between 5am and 8am. Randy and I scrambled, because we had a date! A couple of things popped up just as we were leaving home, so and we didn’t quite make it on time. Nuts!
We decided to stay anyway, and have a simple breakfast before tackling all our weekend errands. The place was packed! A veteran’s group was in the banquet room for a special meeting and most of the tables all over the restaurant were full……. except for one.
She sat staring out the window, coffee in hand. My view of her was partially blocked by some rowdy good ‘ole boys who talked to each other as if they were deaf!
Randy and I ordered but my gaze kept going back to the well-coiffed senior citizen sitting alone across the room. I contemplated her for a bit, and then, almost before I realized it, I was already up and running, while calling out to Randy that I’d be right back. He knows me by now, and just shook his head, smiling.
She seemed surprised as I approached her table. I introduced myself and asked her if she would allow me to pay for her meal. She appeared a bit startled.
“Wh-wh-why?” she asked, eyes wide open connecting with mine.
Her hair was perfect and she was well put together. Obviously she didn’t need ME to pay for her meal.
I told her that I’d like to be a blessing to her and let her know God loved her. We exchanged names, chatted a little more and then she consented, still wide-eyed. I patted her hand, took the check and proceeded immediately to the cashier.
At my explanation of whose ticket I was covering, the cashier said,
“Who? Crabby Wanda?”
Wanda was her name, so I said yes. A couple of restaurant staff started to chuckle. Someone was paying for Crabby Wanda. They told me she was always crabby, so they gave her that nickname. Apparently she came everyday for the breakfast special – always alone. She had been there longer than usual that morning,
“Well, now maybe she won’t be so crabby anymore,” I said brightly as I finished paying.
They quit snickering, and asked if I was doing this because it was the Christmas season. I let them know that I thought it was important to live “Giving” all year long, and that people had to be on the lookout for opportunities.
The opportunities are always there. Often they are not grand or press-worthy. That $6.33 was a small investment. Hopefully, three people’s lives were touched.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Cookie Exchange – Date Nut Bars
The Women’s Ministry ladies at our church, met on Tuesday and each lady brought home made cookies, enough for an exchange; and extra for Christmas treat baskets for shut-ins and others.
We were blessed by a medley of Christmas Carols by two gentlemen from another church which was enjoyed by all. We invited them and their wives to have the benefit of lunch with us.
One of our ladies brought a large kettle of her home made minestrone soup which was served with side of a tossed green salad and dinner rolls. It was such a treat for us all as we fellowshipped together. I asked my friend what she did to make the rich broth in her soup. She told me the secret was to use two cans of beans and mash them in a blender until they were smooth. Then I asked her if she had included her recipe in our church cook book that was recently printed, and she said, “It sure is in there.” I told her, “My husband will really like this one.”
As lunch was over, we dismissed to the kitchen to gather our selection of cookies. I took about 6 cookies and when I arrived home, I cut each one in half and made a fresh pot of coffee. My husband and I enjoyed the cookies together.
One of the cookies was a fruit bar and it reminded me of my most wonderful recipe for Date Nut bars, which I will include here. Do print it and save it for your own use.
Date Nut Bars
1 ½ to 2 cups chopped dates,
1 cup lemonade,
1/4 cup sugar;
Bring above items to a boil, turn down and simmer 5 minutes. Stir occasionally. Remove from burner and add 1/4 cup chopped nuts.
1/4 cup chopped almonds or walnuts.
Separately in a large bowl, blend and mix well:
1 1/2 cups flour,
1 1/2 cups quick oats,
1/2 cup brown sugar,
1/2 tsp soda,
1/3 tsp salt,
1/2 tsp cinnamon
3/4 cup margarine or butter
Pat one half dry mixture into a 9x9 pan. Spread evenly the date mix over the dry mixture.
Gently pat the remaining oat mix on top and press firm. Bake at 357 degrees for 30 minutes. Cool and cut into bars.
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We were blessed by a medley of Christmas Carols by two gentlemen from another church which was enjoyed by all. We invited them and their wives to have the benefit of lunch with us.
One of our ladies brought a large kettle of her home made minestrone soup which was served with side of a tossed green salad and dinner rolls. It was such a treat for us all as we fellowshipped together. I asked my friend what she did to make the rich broth in her soup. She told me the secret was to use two cans of beans and mash them in a blender until they were smooth. Then I asked her if she had included her recipe in our church cook book that was recently printed, and she said, “It sure is in there.” I told her, “My husband will really like this one.”
As lunch was over, we dismissed to the kitchen to gather our selection of cookies. I took about 6 cookies and when I arrived home, I cut each one in half and made a fresh pot of coffee. My husband and I enjoyed the cookies together.
One of the cookies was a fruit bar and it reminded me of my most wonderful recipe for Date Nut bars, which I will include here. Do print it and save it for your own use.
Date Nut Bars
1 ½ to 2 cups chopped dates,
1 cup lemonade,
1/4 cup sugar;
Bring above items to a boil, turn down and simmer 5 minutes. Stir occasionally. Remove from burner and add 1/4 cup chopped nuts.
1/4 cup chopped almonds or walnuts.
Separately in a large bowl, blend and mix well:
1 1/2 cups flour,
1 1/2 cups quick oats,
1/2 cup brown sugar,
1/2 tsp soda,
1/3 tsp salt,
1/2 tsp cinnamon
3/4 cup margarine or butter
Pat one half dry mixture into a 9x9 pan. Spread evenly the date mix over the dry mixture.
Gently pat the remaining oat mix on top and press firm. Bake at 357 degrees for 30 minutes. Cool and cut into bars.
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Thursday, December 9, 2010
I Caint Hep It
The influence from the South, and many of their sayings, were embedded in my husband, Robert; even though he had only spent a few of his early years in Tennessee, and in the Carolinas.
When I met him at age 19, his soft Southern accent was still evident after living many years in California.
A couple in our church took great pleasure in teasing Robert for the way he spoke, and he would shyly answer, “I caint hep it.”
There are many more, but these are several of the sayings that hung on to him for many years.
Y'all, whooped with the ugly stick, Ain't got, Fixin', Much obliged, No-count, Them there, Tote, Yonder, Ya'll Come Back, Now Ye Heer!
“Thanks till you are better paid,” was one I learned from my Father-in-law after I had helped them file their income tax report.
Little by little the sweet accent faded and along with it many of the sayings, as he learned to talk California Speak.
Language has many avenues. and as Christians, we must learn first and foremost to exercise and speak the Language of LOVE!
Luke 10:27 And Jesus said, “You shall love the Lord your God with all thy heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.
When I met him at age 19, his soft Southern accent was still evident after living many years in California.
A couple in our church took great pleasure in teasing Robert for the way he spoke, and he would shyly answer, “I caint hep it.”
There are many more, but these are several of the sayings that hung on to him for many years.
Y'all, whooped with the ugly stick, Ain't got, Fixin', Much obliged, No-count, Them there, Tote, Yonder, Ya'll Come Back, Now Ye Heer!
“Thanks till you are better paid,” was one I learned from my Father-in-law after I had helped them file their income tax report.
Little by little the sweet accent faded and along with it many of the sayings, as he learned to talk California Speak.
Language has many avenues. and as Christians, we must learn first and foremost to exercise and speak the Language of LOVE!
Luke 10:27 And Jesus said, “You shall love the Lord your God with all thy heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Boldness
As a young child, I was extremely shy, and in school if the teacher called on me to recite, my heart would pound and my face would turn a crimson red. I would suffer the flush flowing to my cheeks, and tears rushing to my eyes, and my body was almost frozen not allowing my mouth to speak. Fear has it’s torments !!
My teacher was wise, and she decided that to help me out of my shell, she would give me some responsibility.
A few days later, she led me into the children’s library that was next to our first grade room, and showed me how to place the books on the shelf in their order by author. She told me that I was now in charge of the library. I suppose that began my love for books and the printed word. Also it may have been the beginning of (at times,) me being an in-charge person!
One day, my teacher decided to divide the class into three reading groups. As she called the names for group one, I was not included. Group two was called and I heard my name. I was stunned. Although it was not the actual case, I perceived group two and three to mean, inferior and less important than group one, and I was not happy.
The teacher was speaking, “Group one will please come with me into the Library, and the others will stay and study their lesson.” Group one stood and began to follow the teacher. I also stood and tagged along with the others. The teacher noticed immediately and gently told me, “Hazel, you are in group two.” I boldly spoke up and said firmly, “I am number one.” The teacher, hid a smile, and said, “alright, I will include you in group one.”
That incident of being bold did NOT cure me of my shyness, or embarrassment when I was called on, but I was emotionally rewarded for having stood up for what I believed at the time.
Do you ever break out in a cold sweat, your heart pounds like a drum, and the palms of your hands are wet with fear? I must insert here, “Join the Club.”
Most of us suffer with times of hesitancy to step forward when there is a need to make a stand. Many of our fears are imaginary and we fanaticize what might happen if we act.
Joyce Meyer has a saying that has meant a lot to me, and it is: “DO it AFRAID.”
The next good piece of advice is to listen to the still small voice of the Holy Spirit. If the Lord is telling you, to speak up, shut up, go forward, get out, stay there - - be quick to listen, and if it lines up with the Word of God, and you have peace about it, then obey.
Boldness comes with practice, and each time you listen and obey, you will gain confidence. The Holy Spirit is our helper, and He gives strength to the weak, and might and power to those who will make the effort to ask Him for it, and believe it is for you.
Be Bold, be confident, and know that God will open doors for you, simply be courageous enough to enter each door, and you will be amazed what God will do through you.
Proverbs 28:1 The wicked flee when no man pursues: but the righteous are bold as a lion.
My teacher was wise, and she decided that to help me out of my shell, she would give me some responsibility.
A few days later, she led me into the children’s library that was next to our first grade room, and showed me how to place the books on the shelf in their order by author. She told me that I was now in charge of the library. I suppose that began my love for books and the printed word. Also it may have been the beginning of (at times,) me being an in-charge person!
One day, my teacher decided to divide the class into three reading groups. As she called the names for group one, I was not included. Group two was called and I heard my name. I was stunned. Although it was not the actual case, I perceived group two and three to mean, inferior and less important than group one, and I was not happy.
The teacher was speaking, “Group one will please come with me into the Library, and the others will stay and study their lesson.” Group one stood and began to follow the teacher. I also stood and tagged along with the others. The teacher noticed immediately and gently told me, “Hazel, you are in group two.” I boldly spoke up and said firmly, “I am number one.” The teacher, hid a smile, and said, “alright, I will include you in group one.”
That incident of being bold did NOT cure me of my shyness, or embarrassment when I was called on, but I was emotionally rewarded for having stood up for what I believed at the time.
Do you ever break out in a cold sweat, your heart pounds like a drum, and the palms of your hands are wet with fear? I must insert here, “Join the Club.”
Most of us suffer with times of hesitancy to step forward when there is a need to make a stand. Many of our fears are imaginary and we fanaticize what might happen if we act.
Joyce Meyer has a saying that has meant a lot to me, and it is: “DO it AFRAID.”
The next good piece of advice is to listen to the still small voice of the Holy Spirit. If the Lord is telling you, to speak up, shut up, go forward, get out, stay there - - be quick to listen, and if it lines up with the Word of God, and you have peace about it, then obey.
Boldness comes with practice, and each time you listen and obey, you will gain confidence. The Holy Spirit is our helper, and He gives strength to the weak, and might and power to those who will make the effort to ask Him for it, and believe it is for you.
Be Bold, be confident, and know that God will open doors for you, simply be courageous enough to enter each door, and you will be amazed what God will do through you.
Proverbs 28:1 The wicked flee when no man pursues: but the righteous are bold as a lion.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Four Fingers Pointing Back at You
My husband’s Sunday School class of young pre-teen age boys sat at rapt attention as their teacher told amazing stories from the Bible. At the end of each lesson came a life application, and they boys would discuss how they could serve Jesus in their own way.
If one of his students was absent, my husband would visit, or call to encourage them to return the next Sunday.
One Sunday, a fine young man, was not there and was sorely missed. My husband, contacted the parents, and he was informed that the family had just purchased a boat, and they would not be attending church while the weather was so nice.
My husband emphasized the importance for their children to be in Sunday School and also in church,, but the mother, boldly stated that Sunday was the only day they had available to use the boat, and they needed to make use of their investment as a family outing. We never saw this family at church again.
Many months passed, and one day my husband noticed the mother of the young man in a local store where he was shopping. She recognized him and immediately came up to him with an accusing look on her face.
She began her sad story, “Our son got involved in drugs, and he recently died from an overdose.”
My husband expressed his sorrow and sympathy for the family, and this is what he heard back from the grieving mother;
“You were his Sunday School teacher, and I blame you for not doing a better job at teaching him.”
My husband knew this lady was hurting, and he doubted if she believed what she had just spoken. My husband was not prepared to explain the responsibilities of parents to teach their children at home, and to also keep them in church and especially in Sunday School.
We have known other parents who asked “Why did my child end up this way?” And I can remember more than one family who attended church rather regularly, but we hardly ever saw their children in Sunday School. I do not know what Spiritual training they received at home, but I wonder.
I am a firm believer in the Sunday School, for it is there, that children are given a foundation on their own grade level of the concept of God and His love for them.
I must not leave out Vacation Bible Schools as an excellent spiritual teaching tool for grade school children. Avail yourself of every avenue to expose your children to God.
Then there are the Bible Clubs held in homes and at schools, sponsored by Child Evangelism Fellowship. This is where my youngest child received Jesus into her heart.
I do hope your children are following Jesus, and if not, please do not point fingers, because the truth is - - there are four fingers pointing back at YOU.
If one of his students was absent, my husband would visit, or call to encourage them to return the next Sunday.
One Sunday, a fine young man, was not there and was sorely missed. My husband, contacted the parents, and he was informed that the family had just purchased a boat, and they would not be attending church while the weather was so nice.
My husband emphasized the importance for their children to be in Sunday School and also in church,, but the mother, boldly stated that Sunday was the only day they had available to use the boat, and they needed to make use of their investment as a family outing. We never saw this family at church again.
Many months passed, and one day my husband noticed the mother of the young man in a local store where he was shopping. She recognized him and immediately came up to him with an accusing look on her face.
She began her sad story, “Our son got involved in drugs, and he recently died from an overdose.”
My husband expressed his sorrow and sympathy for the family, and this is what he heard back from the grieving mother;
“You were his Sunday School teacher, and I blame you for not doing a better job at teaching him.”
My husband knew this lady was hurting, and he doubted if she believed what she had just spoken. My husband was not prepared to explain the responsibilities of parents to teach their children at home, and to also keep them in church and especially in Sunday School.
We have known other parents who asked “Why did my child end up this way?” And I can remember more than one family who attended church rather regularly, but we hardly ever saw their children in Sunday School. I do not know what Spiritual training they received at home, but I wonder.
I am a firm believer in the Sunday School, for it is there, that children are given a foundation on their own grade level of the concept of God and His love for them.
I must not leave out Vacation Bible Schools as an excellent spiritual teaching tool for grade school children. Avail yourself of every avenue to expose your children to God.
Then there are the Bible Clubs held in homes and at schools, sponsored by Child Evangelism Fellowship. This is where my youngest child received Jesus into her heart.
I do hope your children are following Jesus, and if not, please do not point fingers, because the truth is - - there are four fingers pointing back at YOU.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Jesus at the Catalog Store
I returned to work at the Old Wards Catalog store, and was assigned to the catalog orders in the pricing department on the third floor.
There were no computers in those days, and we used a large flip pages book. I was given the department that sold curtains, drapes, and all the supplies associated with them. If the customer failed to look in the sale book, we gave them the better price and adjusted their order. This job did not end at Christmas, because they needed me to stay on and fill an empty position.
One day, my co-worker accidentally burnt her finger with her cigarette during break time. She was in pain, and she let me know of her discomfort. I reached over and placed my hand over hers, and spoke a quick prayer. Actually it was not a prayer, but a proclamation. “In Jesus name I command this pain to stop!” She was surprised and pleased to inform me that there was no more pain, and we continued to work.
Another lady was upset about a family member delving into homosexuality. I always carried a small New Testament in my purse, and I quickly scurried to her station and showed her Romans chapter one and the verses about the depraved mind. She had never seen these verses before, and was happy to know about them. She said, “Tell me again where to find that, and I will look it up in my Bible at home.”
While we were working, actually there was no time for teaching and preaching, because we were timed with each stack or orders we were given. I made my quota that day, because I was learning to be quick and sharp to the point.
The job location is not supposed to be a witnessing tool, but God does open doors and when you see one, it is time to quickly and softly walk through it. Otherwise, just allow your light to shine, and often that is enough. Much can be said about the silent witness.
In the work place, during lunch break, do bow your head, and give God thanks for your food. That is the greatest silent testimony that there is. By this action you can also discover fellow Christians in your workplace.
One of my co-workers was a girl from Sweden. She spoke English well, and shared with me that she learned English at her school. Because she was staying with a family near by, I was happy to provide a ride each way, which was a testimony to her.
Little acts of kindness, is another way to show the Love of Jesus. Be prepared, and look for them each day.
Reach out and touch others, if not with your hands, at least with your prayers.
Actions of love will go a long way in showing the Love of Jesus.
There were no computers in those days, and we used a large flip pages book. I was given the department that sold curtains, drapes, and all the supplies associated with them. If the customer failed to look in the sale book, we gave them the better price and adjusted their order. This job did not end at Christmas, because they needed me to stay on and fill an empty position.
One day, my co-worker accidentally burnt her finger with her cigarette during break time. She was in pain, and she let me know of her discomfort. I reached over and placed my hand over hers, and spoke a quick prayer. Actually it was not a prayer, but a proclamation. “In Jesus name I command this pain to stop!” She was surprised and pleased to inform me that there was no more pain, and we continued to work.
Another lady was upset about a family member delving into homosexuality. I always carried a small New Testament in my purse, and I quickly scurried to her station and showed her Romans chapter one and the verses about the depraved mind. She had never seen these verses before, and was happy to know about them. She said, “Tell me again where to find that, and I will look it up in my Bible at home.”
While we were working, actually there was no time for teaching and preaching, because we were timed with each stack or orders we were given. I made my quota that day, because I was learning to be quick and sharp to the point.
The job location is not supposed to be a witnessing tool, but God does open doors and when you see one, it is time to quickly and softly walk through it. Otherwise, just allow your light to shine, and often that is enough. Much can be said about the silent witness.
In the work place, during lunch break, do bow your head, and give God thanks for your food. That is the greatest silent testimony that there is. By this action you can also discover fellow Christians in your workplace.
One of my co-workers was a girl from Sweden. She spoke English well, and shared with me that she learned English at her school. Because she was staying with a family near by, I was happy to provide a ride each way, which was a testimony to her.
Little acts of kindness, is another way to show the Love of Jesus. Be prepared, and look for them each day.
Reach out and touch others, if not with your hands, at least with your prayers.
Actions of love will go a long way in showing the Love of Jesus.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Look at Ugree Man, Momeee! Guest Post by Nancy
Guest Post by my daughter Nancy Kehr
Look at Ugree Man, Momeee!
Shopping at the Bakery Outlet store once a month was great fun for me, and for my small son, Aaron! I am not sure exactly why he’d get so happy once I plunked him into a cart, and began wheeling throughout the store, but he did! His little legs kicked in delight when we came to the hostess cupcakes. Although we rarely got many of those snacks, he had a good memory!
Aaron was an observer and didn’t garble like a lot of small children. He was bright and could talk from an early age, demonstrating an excellent, understandable vocabulary by 18 months.
Cupcakes! His smile brightened as I put one package in the cart. He giggled and squiggled happily as more bread and treats were placed in the cart.
Then, the little smile turned to a look of horror! He became dead still, and pointing, squealed loudly,
“Lookee, ugree man, momeeee!”
My heart sped up and I felt the heat creeping to my face. Even though I wanted to, I didn’t dare to look around. Before I could even think, my son immediately repeated himself even more loudly!!
I grabbed his little arm and pushed his finger down, admonishing him to be quiet! As I did, a man passed by with his cart. A horribly blotchy, raised birthmark covered half of his face like some eerie, ill-fitting mask.
Aaron’s eyes were wide open in amazement … and again, with the pointing! I grabbed him.
“Choc-cat,” he yelled, “He gots choc-cat on face!”
My stomach churned. Where was that door, anyway? I felt like running!
I couldn’t look at this poor fellow! I just pretended to tend to my child. I was busy trying to stuff a Twinkie into his mouth so he couldn’t SAY anything more.
The man started to laugh! He said a couple of things which I’m sure were conciliatory, but I was still too caught up in myself to process what was being said.
While I’m not so sure his words actually helped ME at the moment, I experienced modest relief. I was able to get through the checkout stand, albeit my cheeks were still burning.
Pondering this later, I wish I had been able to say something clever to the gentleman. Instead, all I was thinking about was me and how embarrassed I was.
What about him? I am sure he faced numerous unkind-nesses all throughout his whole life. Evidentially he had learned to be resilient, and appeared to have become settled in himself. All things aside, he seemed to be sorry for me at the time, his gracious behavior revealing a handsome inner person!
Hmmm. And….… he had a pretty wife. I remember her smile.
These thoughts rushed over me recently when, in church, I noticed a man with a large purple birthmark covering nearly half of his face. He and his beautiful wife walked into the restaurant where we were with our kids after church. They seemed to recognize us.
We smiled and nodded at them. I asked God to bless Him….and, to bless that other man if he was still around.
Nothing and no one is perfect!
Graciousness, kindness, sympathy, compassion, thoughtfulness, consideration, understanding toward others; these entire can go a long way in ameliorating the hustle-and-bustle of life!
Look at Ugree Man, Momeee!
Shopping at the Bakery Outlet store once a month was great fun for me, and for my small son, Aaron! I am not sure exactly why he’d get so happy once I plunked him into a cart, and began wheeling throughout the store, but he did! His little legs kicked in delight when we came to the hostess cupcakes. Although we rarely got many of those snacks, he had a good memory!
Aaron was an observer and didn’t garble like a lot of small children. He was bright and could talk from an early age, demonstrating an excellent, understandable vocabulary by 18 months.
Cupcakes! His smile brightened as I put one package in the cart. He giggled and squiggled happily as more bread and treats were placed in the cart.
Then, the little smile turned to a look of horror! He became dead still, and pointing, squealed loudly,
“Lookee, ugree man, momeeee!”
My heart sped up and I felt the heat creeping to my face. Even though I wanted to, I didn’t dare to look around. Before I could even think, my son immediately repeated himself even more loudly!!
I grabbed his little arm and pushed his finger down, admonishing him to be quiet! As I did, a man passed by with his cart. A horribly blotchy, raised birthmark covered half of his face like some eerie, ill-fitting mask.
Aaron’s eyes were wide open in amazement … and again, with the pointing! I grabbed him.
“Choc-cat,” he yelled, “He gots choc-cat on face!”
My stomach churned. Where was that door, anyway? I felt like running!
I couldn’t look at this poor fellow! I just pretended to tend to my child. I was busy trying to stuff a Twinkie into his mouth so he couldn’t SAY anything more.
The man started to laugh! He said a couple of things which I’m sure were conciliatory, but I was still too caught up in myself to process what was being said.
While I’m not so sure his words actually helped ME at the moment, I experienced modest relief. I was able to get through the checkout stand, albeit my cheeks were still burning.
Pondering this later, I wish I had been able to say something clever to the gentleman. Instead, all I was thinking about was me and how embarrassed I was.
What about him? I am sure he faced numerous unkind-nesses all throughout his whole life. Evidentially he had learned to be resilient, and appeared to have become settled in himself. All things aside, he seemed to be sorry for me at the time, his gracious behavior revealing a handsome inner person!
Hmmm. And….… he had a pretty wife. I remember her smile.
These thoughts rushed over me recently when, in church, I noticed a man with a large purple birthmark covering nearly half of his face. He and his beautiful wife walked into the restaurant where we were with our kids after church. They seemed to recognize us.
We smiled and nodded at them. I asked God to bless Him….and, to bless that other man if he was still around.
Nothing and no one is perfect!
Graciousness, kindness, sympathy, compassion, thoughtfulness, consideration, understanding toward others; these entire can go a long way in ameliorating the hustle-and-bustle of life!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Black Friday and Breakfast Pizza
I am not a morning person, and although the Black Friday specials are alluring, no way am I getting up that early for the best bargains. I leave that to my husband and my son and my son-in-law and those who are willing and able to get up and GO that early.
A few years back, my daughter did convince me to go shopping with her starting at 9:00 am (definitely not 4:00 am.)
I had the Thanksgiving Holiday Day off from work, and because my family was visiting, I requested a Friday Vacation day which gave me a long week end. So my daughter and I took off to shop at the Chico Mall.
I did not notice the newspaper reporter taking our photo, but as we searched the counters for the perfect pajamas and night gowns - - we were snapped.
The next Monday when I reported for work, one of my supervisors informed me that my picture was in the paper as a shopper, and she emphasized that it was a good thing I had NOT called in SICK on Friday!!
Anyway, I was glad too, for my mother always told me, “Be sure your sin will find you out.” Therefore I have learned from childhood, to always be truthful and honest. (Smile.)
Arriving back home, we dined on the Breakfast Pizza we rescued from the fridge and placed into the oven.
Here is my Award Winning recipe handed down to me from Mary Farrell.
Breakfast Pizza
1 package crescent rolls
1 lb bulk pork sausage
1 cup frozen hash brown potatoes
1 cup shredded sharp cheese
5 eggs
¼ cup milk
½ tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper
2 T parmesan cheese
Cook sausage until browned. Drain off fat. Separate rolls into rectangles and place into un-greased pizza pan with points toward the center. Press over bottom and up sides to form crust, sealing perforations.
Spoon the sausage into crust. Sprinkle with potatoes. Top with shredded cheese. Beat eggs, add salt, pepper and milk, and pour over the crust. Sprinkle the Parmesan cheese on top. Bake in 375 degree oven for 25 minutes, or until eggs are set. Serves 6 to 8
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Amble on over for the many great recipes posted there.
A few years back, my daughter did convince me to go shopping with her starting at 9:00 am (definitely not 4:00 am.)
I had the Thanksgiving Holiday Day off from work, and because my family was visiting, I requested a Friday Vacation day which gave me a long week end. So my daughter and I took off to shop at the Chico Mall.
I did not notice the newspaper reporter taking our photo, but as we searched the counters for the perfect pajamas and night gowns - - we were snapped.
The next Monday when I reported for work, one of my supervisors informed me that my picture was in the paper as a shopper, and she emphasized that it was a good thing I had NOT called in SICK on Friday!!
Anyway, I was glad too, for my mother always told me, “Be sure your sin will find you out.” Therefore I have learned from childhood, to always be truthful and honest. (Smile.)
Arriving back home, we dined on the Breakfast Pizza we rescued from the fridge and placed into the oven.
Here is my Award Winning recipe handed down to me from Mary Farrell.
Breakfast Pizza
1 package crescent rolls
1 lb bulk pork sausage
1 cup frozen hash brown potatoes
1 cup shredded sharp cheese
5 eggs
¼ cup milk
½ tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper
2 T parmesan cheese
Cook sausage until browned. Drain off fat. Separate rolls into rectangles and place into un-greased pizza pan with points toward the center. Press over bottom and up sides to form crust, sealing perforations.
Spoon the sausage into crust. Sprinkle with potatoes. Top with shredded cheese. Beat eggs, add salt, pepper and milk, and pour over the crust. Sprinkle the Parmesan cheese on top. Bake in 375 degree oven for 25 minutes, or until eggs are set. Serves 6 to 8
This post was entered at Food on Fridays: http://annkroeker.com/
Amble on over for the many great recipes posted there.
Not Returnable
Due to a family situation, my Mother-in-law, Bea had come to live with us for awhile.
I told Bea, “Two women in the kitchen is one too many, so I am going to work at Montgomery Wards and you can be the cook and keep house.” She thought that was an excellent idea and said that was fine by her.
I was not new to working at Montgomery Ward, as I had worked there the previous Christmas season. Wards hired me in the catalog department and put me on the early morning shift. I needed to be at work by 5:00 am and was to get off work at 2:00 pm. This gave me time to get home and welcome my children as they arrived from school.
We changed our morning routine, and I asked Bea to have each child take a Scripture promise from the promise box and read it as they left for school. I had been saying a prayer over each child as they left for the day, and now that was altered too. Our prayers were now in the evening and a Bible story time as they went to bed.
Bea refused to be paid for her work in the kitchen, as she declared that she owed us for letting her stay there. “But - - if you insist,” she said, “You can buy me an outfit from those clearance pages they give the employees.”
Now if you knew my mother-in-law, you knew she loved to shop. The most exciting part of shopping, for Bea, was the taking back the item after she had brought it home.
We both knew that these items in the close out pages, were not returnable or refundable and they were ours to keep, once purchased.
We would search through those close out pages, and find just the right size, and we ordered some really nice dresses for a pittance of the regular price. One for you and one for me was our motto. Every pay day, we would go shopping in the pages of the old sales books with our close out sheet for guidance.
Fortunately we were the same size, and after Bea would wear her dress, she asked if we could trade. I did not mind a bit, and it was fun to have a selection. Next best thing to returning the item for Bea, was to swap with me.
After several months, things got better with her family situation, and Bea moved back home with her husband.
Now the great thing was, they happened to live within walking distance of Montgomery Wards. Bea could now shop and return items to her hearts content.
God has something wonderful for you and it is Not returnable and is Not refundable.
It is His gift of Salvation. Just open you heart and allow Jesus to come into your life.
Romans 11:29 For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.
I told Bea, “Two women in the kitchen is one too many, so I am going to work at Montgomery Wards and you can be the cook and keep house.” She thought that was an excellent idea and said that was fine by her.
I was not new to working at Montgomery Ward, as I had worked there the previous Christmas season. Wards hired me in the catalog department and put me on the early morning shift. I needed to be at work by 5:00 am and was to get off work at 2:00 pm. This gave me time to get home and welcome my children as they arrived from school.
We changed our morning routine, and I asked Bea to have each child take a Scripture promise from the promise box and read it as they left for school. I had been saying a prayer over each child as they left for the day, and now that was altered too. Our prayers were now in the evening and a Bible story time as they went to bed.
Bea refused to be paid for her work in the kitchen, as she declared that she owed us for letting her stay there. “But - - if you insist,” she said, “You can buy me an outfit from those clearance pages they give the employees.”
Now if you knew my mother-in-law, you knew she loved to shop. The most exciting part of shopping, for Bea, was the taking back the item after she had brought it home.
We both knew that these items in the close out pages, were not returnable or refundable and they were ours to keep, once purchased.
We would search through those close out pages, and find just the right size, and we ordered some really nice dresses for a pittance of the regular price. One for you and one for me was our motto. Every pay day, we would go shopping in the pages of the old sales books with our close out sheet for guidance.
Fortunately we were the same size, and after Bea would wear her dress, she asked if we could trade. I did not mind a bit, and it was fun to have a selection. Next best thing to returning the item for Bea, was to swap with me.
After several months, things got better with her family situation, and Bea moved back home with her husband.
Now the great thing was, they happened to live within walking distance of Montgomery Wards. Bea could now shop and return items to her hearts content.
God has something wonderful for you and it is Not returnable and is Not refundable.
It is His gift of Salvation. Just open you heart and allow Jesus to come into your life.
Romans 11:29 For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Working at the Old Wards Store
Christmas of 1954 was approaching, and the Montgomery Ward Catalog store near us was hiring Christmas help.
I thought this sounded like a good temporary job and it would assist me with my Christmas shopping.
I applied and they asked me to take a math test working simple problems in my head.
The job I was to have, consisted of breaking down the order if something came from another Catalog store; splitting the tax between each portion, adding the shipping for each store and doing it all quite fast. No calculators were allowed, and because we were good at math, it was faster this way.
My supervisor brought me a stack of orders every 20 minutes, and she explained that she would increase the amount of orders until I could do a set number. I thought to myself, “It is not possible.” But would you believe it? Soon I was speedily sending out my quota.
In those days, the pay came in an envelope in cash. Usually there was a couple of crisp $2. bills along with other bills and change. I saved all the $2. bills and as time went on, used them to slip into birthday cards.
Employees were given close out sheets listing bargains in the older catalogues. I was able to secure some nice items at very low prices, which made me happy and also my children. We were to have a great Christmas!
About two weeks before Christmas we were all laid off, and it suited me fine. I enjoyed my short stay and returned the next year to do similar work again for a short period of time.
Not everything in life is permanent. Some things are for a season and to be enjoyed while we have them. Savor the moment and love unconditionally, especially your family.
I realize the need of being able to “Let go,” each time I hear of a loved one who has passed on to Glory. My comfort is that I will see them again, but for now they will be missed.
Most of my Uncles and Aunts have gone to be with the Lord, only my Aunt Edna, age 96 and my own mother of 99 years remain, from their time period, and are still with us.
The Bible seems to indicate that God gives us at least 70 years to enjoy this life. Both my husband and I have surpassed that mark, and we believe for more years to come.
In the mean while what ever your hand finds to do, do it well with all your might,” and enjoy the day before you. Live and love life, and live for Jesus, loving Him most of all.
“This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!”
I thought this sounded like a good temporary job and it would assist me with my Christmas shopping.
I applied and they asked me to take a math test working simple problems in my head.
The job I was to have, consisted of breaking down the order if something came from another Catalog store; splitting the tax between each portion, adding the shipping for each store and doing it all quite fast. No calculators were allowed, and because we were good at math, it was faster this way.
My supervisor brought me a stack of orders every 20 minutes, and she explained that she would increase the amount of orders until I could do a set number. I thought to myself, “It is not possible.” But would you believe it? Soon I was speedily sending out my quota.
In those days, the pay came in an envelope in cash. Usually there was a couple of crisp $2. bills along with other bills and change. I saved all the $2. bills and as time went on, used them to slip into birthday cards.
Employees were given close out sheets listing bargains in the older catalogues. I was able to secure some nice items at very low prices, which made me happy and also my children. We were to have a great Christmas!
About two weeks before Christmas we were all laid off, and it suited me fine. I enjoyed my short stay and returned the next year to do similar work again for a short period of time.
Not everything in life is permanent. Some things are for a season and to be enjoyed while we have them. Savor the moment and love unconditionally, especially your family.
I realize the need of being able to “Let go,” each time I hear of a loved one who has passed on to Glory. My comfort is that I will see them again, but for now they will be missed.
Most of my Uncles and Aunts have gone to be with the Lord, only my Aunt Edna, age 96 and my own mother of 99 years remain, from their time period, and are still with us.
The Bible seems to indicate that God gives us at least 70 years to enjoy this life. Both my husband and I have surpassed that mark, and we believe for more years to come.
In the mean while what ever your hand finds to do, do it well with all your might,” and enjoy the day before you. Live and love life, and live for Jesus, loving Him most of all.
“This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!”
Monday, November 29, 2010
Fellowship Vs Relationship
Many of our family members (and close friends) have moved to other States, or are too far away for regular visits.
We have a relationship because we are related as family, but our fellowship is limited to phone calls, e-mail and an occasional letter or greeting card. Often we fellowship on special occasions such as birthdays, anniversaries, Holidays, at re-unions, at weddings and - - at funerals.
Let us think a moment about our fellowship with our God. To begin with, not all persons are relatives of God, but to become a child of God, we must be born into God’s family. This can be brought about by believing on Jesus and receiving Him as our Lord and Savior. Now we have become a child of God.
Now we are related to God by the New Birth. Next will come Fellowship with God.
When we enter into God’s family, our fellowship with Him can and should be a continual walk and talk. We are not restricted to a set time to speak with our Lord. We do not need to kneel in a certain place, or light candles, or lift our voice in lofty tones, but our fellowship with Jesus is so sweet that we may talk to him all the time and any time, as we would to any other friend.
I am reminded of the old Gospel Hymn that goes like this:
Oh what fellowship, Oh what joy divine, leaning on the everlasting arms.
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We have a relationship because we are related as family, but our fellowship is limited to phone calls, e-mail and an occasional letter or greeting card. Often we fellowship on special occasions such as birthdays, anniversaries, Holidays, at re-unions, at weddings and - - at funerals.
Let us think a moment about our fellowship with our God. To begin with, not all persons are relatives of God, but to become a child of God, we must be born into God’s family. This can be brought about by believing on Jesus and receiving Him as our Lord and Savior. Now we have become a child of God.
Now we are related to God by the New Birth. Next will come Fellowship with God.
When we enter into God’s family, our fellowship with Him can and should be a continual walk and talk. We are not restricted to a set time to speak with our Lord. We do not need to kneel in a certain place, or light candles, or lift our voice in lofty tones, but our fellowship with Jesus is so sweet that we may talk to him all the time and any time, as we would to any other friend.
I am reminded of the old Gospel Hymn that goes like this:
1. What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
o Refrain:
Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.
2. Oh, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
Oh, how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
3. What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms?
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Oh what fellowship, Oh what joy divine, leaning on the everlasting arms.
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Dogs Days!
Two of our dogs usually have brown noses, reason being, because they dig in our yard a lot.
Our older Lab, Buck keeps his nose clean because he usually watches; and when the other two discover a mole, old Buck grabs it right quick.
One day recently, my husband, Bob heard a great big commotion, and taking a paper towel he was hoping to retrieve what ever it was. There was Old Buck carrying this mole in his mouth. Buck was not about to give it up, and soon it disappeared from sight. Uggg, but that is the way it is with dogs.
This morning, our dogs were again having another hullabaloo, so out went my husband to investigate what all the fuss was about.
My husband, discovered an injured small hawk hopping around in our yard. Old dog Buck went to the bird and almost tenderly put it into his mouth. Bob was there in time to rescue it, and place it on the other side of our fence. Off it went, hopefully to recover and get better.
This time of year, we are to think of others, those who are hurting, the poor, and afflicted.
There are agencies in each of our neighborhoods that can use volunteers, either as helpers or making contributions with money or supplies.
Your church or organization may be one that helps others. Do get involved in some way, always remembering the Bible story of the good man who stopped in the road to help a wounded person, someone he did not know and was not of his race and religion.
Luke 10:34 And the Good Samaritan went to the injured man, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
Love the Lord. Love your fellow man, and do not forget to even love yourself.
Luke 10:27 And Jesus answered and said, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and your neighbor as yourself.”
Our older Lab, Buck keeps his nose clean because he usually watches; and when the other two discover a mole, old Buck grabs it right quick.
One day recently, my husband, Bob heard a great big commotion, and taking a paper towel he was hoping to retrieve what ever it was. There was Old Buck carrying this mole in his mouth. Buck was not about to give it up, and soon it disappeared from sight. Uggg, but that is the way it is with dogs.
This morning, our dogs were again having another hullabaloo, so out went my husband to investigate what all the fuss was about.
My husband, discovered an injured small hawk hopping around in our yard. Old dog Buck went to the bird and almost tenderly put it into his mouth. Bob was there in time to rescue it, and place it on the other side of our fence. Off it went, hopefully to recover and get better.
This time of year, we are to think of others, those who are hurting, the poor, and afflicted.
There are agencies in each of our neighborhoods that can use volunteers, either as helpers or making contributions with money or supplies.
Your church or organization may be one that helps others. Do get involved in some way, always remembering the Bible story of the good man who stopped in the road to help a wounded person, someone he did not know and was not of his race and religion.
Luke 10:34 And the Good Samaritan went to the injured man, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
Love the Lord. Love your fellow man, and do not forget to even love yourself.
Luke 10:27 And Jesus answered and said, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and your neighbor as yourself.”
Friday, November 26, 2010
After School Treats
My elementary school was on the same street that we lived on, and although it was a long block, but we did not need to cross any streets.
When school was over, we would rush home to see what Mother had prepared for our after school treat.
I remember one day, it was fresh hot home made cinnamon rolls, but usually it was a cookie with a glass of milk.
These treats reminded me of my Mother’s love and her concern that we not famish and waste away between after school and dinner time.
I believe God is that way too, because every now and then he gives us a little taste of His Glory and our memory is jogged to understand His love for us.
Today we can sit at his table and drink of his life giving water, as we read and study His Word. We are conscious of the fact that someday we will be with Him in heaven at the Grand Supper that He will prepare for those who love Him.
God has special treats for his children, and they are not allotted to simply “After School.”
We can partake of his Holy love, by spending time with him any day of the week, and not just on Sundays or school days.
One of Mothers favorite treats was her special Apple Cake and I share the recipe with you.
This has also been entered in Food on Fridays at: http://annkroeker.com/ and at EKats Kitchen: http://www.ekatskitchen.com/ Do check out these sites and enjoy the recipes you will find there.
Perhaps some will be an after school treat for you!
Apple Cake
3 cups chopped or sliced apples, 2 cups sugar
Cover the apples with the sugar and set for 10 minutes.
2 eggs, 1 cup oil, 1 tsp vanilla
Mix eggs, oil and vanilla and add to the apples
2 cups flour, 1 tsp soda, 1 tsp salt, 1 tsp cinnamon, 1 cup chopped walnuts.
Sift the dry ingredients together and add to the above. Add nuts. Mix with a wooden spoon.
Oil a 13x18 pan or an angel food pan, or bunt cake pan and bake 350 degrees for 1 hour.
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When school was over, we would rush home to see what Mother had prepared for our after school treat.
I remember one day, it was fresh hot home made cinnamon rolls, but usually it was a cookie with a glass of milk.
These treats reminded me of my Mother’s love and her concern that we not famish and waste away between after school and dinner time.
I believe God is that way too, because every now and then he gives us a little taste of His Glory and our memory is jogged to understand His love for us.
Today we can sit at his table and drink of his life giving water, as we read and study His Word. We are conscious of the fact that someday we will be with Him in heaven at the Grand Supper that He will prepare for those who love Him.
God has special treats for his children, and they are not allotted to simply “After School.”
We can partake of his Holy love, by spending time with him any day of the week, and not just on Sundays or school days.
One of Mothers favorite treats was her special Apple Cake and I share the recipe with you.
This has also been entered in Food on Fridays at: http://annkroeker.com/ and at EKats Kitchen: http://www.ekatskitchen.com/ Do check out these sites and enjoy the recipes you will find there.
Perhaps some will be an after school treat for you!
Apple Cake
3 cups chopped or sliced apples, 2 cups sugar
Cover the apples with the sugar and set for 10 minutes.
2 eggs, 1 cup oil, 1 tsp vanilla
Mix eggs, oil and vanilla and add to the apples
2 cups flour, 1 tsp soda, 1 tsp salt, 1 tsp cinnamon, 1 cup chopped walnuts.
Sift the dry ingredients together and add to the above. Add nuts. Mix with a wooden spoon.
Oil a 13x18 pan or an angel food pan, or bunt cake pan and bake 350 degrees for 1 hour.
Photo courtesy of Photobucket.com
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
No Mom Does Not Speak Spanish
Visiting my mother at her Assisted Living care Home, is often an experience that seems futile.
Some visits Mother speaks fluently saying such things as “Your hands are so cold, let me pray for you.” Other times, her speech is mumbled and not recognizable. She seems to float in and out of reality, most days not certain who I am, or who is her grandchild that I bring with me.
One day, my daughter and I took with us some old photo albums and positioned my mother with us at a table in a quiet spot. I turned each page, repeating the names of the persons in view. She was very interested in each photo, but she said, not a word. When we finished she spoke the words, “Love shown,” and repeated the words again. We were thankful that she appreciated the love that we had shone and let shine on her that day.
As we were ready to leave, one of the aides asked me if my mother spoke Spanish?
I told her, no, my mother only speaks English. The young care giver said, “When Mrs. Bermudez was here with the music, she prayed with your mother and I thought they were both speaking Spanish.”
Hiding a smile, I explained, “Oh no, that wasn’t Spanish, it was their prayer language.” They were speaking directly to God about his will.”
I continued to explain; “The Holy Spirit will give Christians a prayer language when they are Baptized in the Holy Spirit. This praying is in sort of a secret code direct to God, and no one else knows what they are saying, and especially the devil does not have a clue.”
The second helper who was standing by, spoke up, “I know about that, because they do that at my Church.”
I was so blessed to know that this Assisted Living Home is filled with Christian helpers who give loving and kind care to my mother and to the other residents.
I was also blessed to know that there are still Churches and Christians who pray in the Holy Ghost prayer language, for this is a blessing that all may receive.
Yes, there is MORE in the Christian life that many are not aware of, and some do not accept. Studying the Bible especially in the book of Acts will reveal that this gift is one that is for all believers who will seek for it.
Paul said in Corinthians; that he spoke in tongues more than you all, and he continued by saying, do not forbid to speak in tongues for there is power in this type of praying.
Jude 1:20 But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost - - -
Some visits Mother speaks fluently saying such things as “Your hands are so cold, let me pray for you.” Other times, her speech is mumbled and not recognizable. She seems to float in and out of reality, most days not certain who I am, or who is her grandchild that I bring with me.
One day, my daughter and I took with us some old photo albums and positioned my mother with us at a table in a quiet spot. I turned each page, repeating the names of the persons in view. She was very interested in each photo, but she said, not a word. When we finished she spoke the words, “Love shown,” and repeated the words again. We were thankful that she appreciated the love that we had shone and let shine on her that day.
As we were ready to leave, one of the aides asked me if my mother spoke Spanish?
I told her, no, my mother only speaks English. The young care giver said, “When Mrs. Bermudez was here with the music, she prayed with your mother and I thought they were both speaking Spanish.”
Hiding a smile, I explained, “Oh no, that wasn’t Spanish, it was their prayer language.” They were speaking directly to God about his will.”
I continued to explain; “The Holy Spirit will give Christians a prayer language when they are Baptized in the Holy Spirit. This praying is in sort of a secret code direct to God, and no one else knows what they are saying, and especially the devil does not have a clue.”
The second helper who was standing by, spoke up, “I know about that, because they do that at my Church.”
I was so blessed to know that this Assisted Living Home is filled with Christian helpers who give loving and kind care to my mother and to the other residents.
I was also blessed to know that there are still Churches and Christians who pray in the Holy Ghost prayer language, for this is a blessing that all may receive.
Yes, there is MORE in the Christian life that many are not aware of, and some do not accept. Studying the Bible especially in the book of Acts will reveal that this gift is one that is for all believers who will seek for it.
Paul said in Corinthians; that he spoke in tongues more than you all, and he continued by saying, do not forbid to speak in tongues for there is power in this type of praying.
Jude 1:20 But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost - - -
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Jail – Do not Pass Go
For many years, my mother’s mom and dad traveled each Sunday to the local jail to minister. The men looked forward to the visits by my grandparents who showered them with the Love of the Lord, and shared scriptures from the Bible with them.
Grandma’s sermon was simple: “Get rid of Self and put Jesus there instead.”
I never understood her message until years later, when I realized she meant the “To get rid of the old sinful man, and receive the new creation.” Jesus was always her answer to every problem.
Grandma told me to always love the sinner, and only to hate the sin, and she put that into practice.
My husband went with my grandparents a few times to the jail, but he did not like the gates that opened, clanged shut and locked as they passed from one area to another. He told me that he could see in the eyes of the prisoner’s only glaring hate. There were no friends there in that prison.
There was no escape from that jail until the prisoner’s sentence was completed, and they were released.
As I think about sinners who do not accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior, I am not considering only people in jail. Instead I refer to average persons, friends and neighbors, who will be locked away in Hell where there is no escape if they fail to receive Jesus.
One day I talked to a loud mouthed young man, and he told me he wanted to go to hell, because all his friends would be there. Can you consider how stupid that answer was?
I told him in Hell, no one is your friend, and those he once knew would be cursing him for not telling them about Jesus the only Way to Heaven.
We have no idea of the torments that await those without Jesus, but the other choice is so simple and that is to avoid Hell, by asking Jesus into your heart.
If hell was only a small cage where a person was locked up in total darkness for eternity, that would be bad enough, but it will be much worse than that. Hell will not be a big party!
Some would say, ‘How can a Loving God send persons to Hell?”
The answer to that question is simple too. Because He is a Loving God, He sent his only Son to die in our place, so that our sins could be forgiven and we could make Heaven our eternal home.
We have a choice and we can choose now to receive His life.
Come into my Heart Lord Jesus.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AC0FaTxeJ4
Grandma’s sermon was simple: “Get rid of Self and put Jesus there instead.”
I never understood her message until years later, when I realized she meant the “To get rid of the old sinful man, and receive the new creation.” Jesus was always her answer to every problem.
Grandma told me to always love the sinner, and only to hate the sin, and she put that into practice.
My husband went with my grandparents a few times to the jail, but he did not like the gates that opened, clanged shut and locked as they passed from one area to another. He told me that he could see in the eyes of the prisoner’s only glaring hate. There were no friends there in that prison.
There was no escape from that jail until the prisoner’s sentence was completed, and they were released.
As I think about sinners who do not accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior, I am not considering only people in jail. Instead I refer to average persons, friends and neighbors, who will be locked away in Hell where there is no escape if they fail to receive Jesus.
One day I talked to a loud mouthed young man, and he told me he wanted to go to hell, because all his friends would be there. Can you consider how stupid that answer was?
I told him in Hell, no one is your friend, and those he once knew would be cursing him for not telling them about Jesus the only Way to Heaven.
We have no idea of the torments that await those without Jesus, but the other choice is so simple and that is to avoid Hell, by asking Jesus into your heart.
If hell was only a small cage where a person was locked up in total darkness for eternity, that would be bad enough, but it will be much worse than that. Hell will not be a big party!
Some would say, ‘How can a Loving God send persons to Hell?”
The answer to that question is simple too. Because He is a Loving God, He sent his only Son to die in our place, so that our sins could be forgiven and we could make Heaven our eternal home.
We have a choice and we can choose now to receive His life.
Come into my Heart Lord Jesus.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AC0FaTxeJ4
Monday, November 22, 2010
Volunteers for The Lord
Our musical friends requested that we join them for a mixed quartet to sing at our church, and to also sing for other occasions. We volunteered. Then our musical friend heard of a minister who needed some live music for his radio broadcast. We volunteered.
Both of our families lived 20 miles from our church, and we both had 3 small children each, so you might say this was a hardship, but we were happy to do this. It meant our families needed to stay all day in the city with our church as our base.
We did not ask the radio preacher for payment and were not offered any, because this was out of the goodness of our hearts. So on Sundays, we would stay after church bring a pot luck in the church kitchen, and then go to our friends Radio service; then back to our church for evening worship.
As time went on, our children, and our adult flesh began to weary. After many months of our “giving graciously,” we finally told the preacher that we were sorry but we could no longer sing at his radio broadcast.
His remark was NOT, thank you for all your sacrificial giving to my ministry, but instead we heard the words, “Well, you just can’t depend on anybody these days!”
I suppose it was a flat way of the preacher certainly letting the air out of our tires!!
I am wondering if all the volunteers at your ministry and/or church are appreciated for all of their hard work. Often we take for granted those who labor without pay, and they willingly do so as a gift unto the Lord.
There are Sunday School teachers, the choir, worship team, the band, the board members, those who head up committees, workers who bring flowers to the Sunday services, those who set up tables for fellowship time, and not to be forgotten, and those who tend to the babies in the nursery. I know there are others, because some churches depend on volunteers to clean the church, to count the offerings, to manage the books, tend to the landscaping, set up communion, and other work all given freely as unto the Lord.
Just because someone does a job well, does not mean that it is a life time commitment. There is a season when it is time for a break, and someone else needs to volunteer. And when the volunteers decline, give them the gratitude they deserve and let them know they have been appreciated.
I am not saying that all volunteer workers should be paid a salary, but a word of gratitude given from time to time, would be like jewels of gold being offered.
Now it is my time to say an enthusiastic, “Thank you, thank you, readers who volunteer to keep coming back to read my stories.”
Double thank you to all those who leave comments, and to those who click “Like” on Face-book. I appreciate you all, and my heartfelt thanks to you for reading and for sharing my blog with your friends.
Both of our families lived 20 miles from our church, and we both had 3 small children each, so you might say this was a hardship, but we were happy to do this. It meant our families needed to stay all day in the city with our church as our base.
We did not ask the radio preacher for payment and were not offered any, because this was out of the goodness of our hearts. So on Sundays, we would stay after church bring a pot luck in the church kitchen, and then go to our friends Radio service; then back to our church for evening worship.
As time went on, our children, and our adult flesh began to weary. After many months of our “giving graciously,” we finally told the preacher that we were sorry but we could no longer sing at his radio broadcast.
His remark was NOT, thank you for all your sacrificial giving to my ministry, but instead we heard the words, “Well, you just can’t depend on anybody these days!”
I suppose it was a flat way of the preacher certainly letting the air out of our tires!!
I am wondering if all the volunteers at your ministry and/or church are appreciated for all of their hard work. Often we take for granted those who labor without pay, and they willingly do so as a gift unto the Lord.
There are Sunday School teachers, the choir, worship team, the band, the board members, those who head up committees, workers who bring flowers to the Sunday services, those who set up tables for fellowship time, and not to be forgotten, and those who tend to the babies in the nursery. I know there are others, because some churches depend on volunteers to clean the church, to count the offerings, to manage the books, tend to the landscaping, set up communion, and other work all given freely as unto the Lord.
Just because someone does a job well, does not mean that it is a life time commitment. There is a season when it is time for a break, and someone else needs to volunteer. And when the volunteers decline, give them the gratitude they deserve and let them know they have been appreciated.
I am not saying that all volunteer workers should be paid a salary, but a word of gratitude given from time to time, would be like jewels of gold being offered.
Now it is my time to say an enthusiastic, “Thank you, thank you, readers who volunteer to keep coming back to read my stories.”
Double thank you to all those who leave comments, and to those who click “Like” on Face-book. I appreciate you all, and my heartfelt thanks to you for reading and for sharing my blog with your friends.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Burnt toast and Curly Hair
My Dad insisted that he was born with straight black hair, but always wished for curls.
As he tells it, his sister Blanch told him that if he really wanted black curly hair that he must eat lots of burnt toast. My dad believed her, and each morning he would burn his toast to a crisp and enjoy the flavor.
Some say this is a myth, but I wonder, because after many months it began to work, for his black hair began to curl. All the days that I knew my dad he sported black curly hair.
I don’t know if this was a story to get me to eat my burnt toast, and I don’t mind toast that is a bit burnt, but my blond hair never did turn black with curls.
Many of us are not satisfied with our hair, our shape, and our nose; because we have this tendency to always want to be something different than the way God made us.
Let me diverse here and apply this toward a spiritual subject. God has a plan where we can be changed into a New Creation, to never be the same again.
Isn’t it wonderful that you do not need to eat burnt toast to become this new person? Simply invite Jesus into your heart and he does the changing on the inside of us, by his Holy Spirit.
2Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things are passed away; behold, new things have come.
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Corn Bread (Southern Style)
1 ½ cups yellow corn meal
½ cup flour
1 Tb baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 egg
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1 cup milk
Optional: add one small chopped onion in the mix.
Sift dry ingredients. Add oil, egg and milk and blend well. Pour into an 8 inch square pan (or 12 muffin pan.) Bake in hot oven at 400 degrees 25 minutes, or until done. Serve warm with butter, or serve cold crumbled in milk or butter milk.
As he tells it, his sister Blanch told him that if he really wanted black curly hair that he must eat lots of burnt toast. My dad believed her, and each morning he would burn his toast to a crisp and enjoy the flavor.
Some say this is a myth, but I wonder, because after many months it began to work, for his black hair began to curl. All the days that I knew my dad he sported black curly hair.
I don’t know if this was a story to get me to eat my burnt toast, and I don’t mind toast that is a bit burnt, but my blond hair never did turn black with curls.
Many of us are not satisfied with our hair, our shape, and our nose; because we have this tendency to always want to be something different than the way God made us.
Let me diverse here and apply this toward a spiritual subject. God has a plan where we can be changed into a New Creation, to never be the same again.
Isn’t it wonderful that you do not need to eat burnt toast to become this new person? Simply invite Jesus into your heart and he does the changing on the inside of us, by his Holy Spirit.
2Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things are passed away; behold, new things have come.
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Corn Bread (Southern Style)
1 ½ cups yellow corn meal
½ cup flour
1 Tb baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 egg
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1 cup milk
Optional: add one small chopped onion in the mix.
Sift dry ingredients. Add oil, egg and milk and blend well. Pour into an 8 inch square pan (or 12 muffin pan.) Bake in hot oven at 400 degrees 25 minutes, or until done. Serve warm with butter, or serve cold crumbled in milk or butter milk.
My Selfish Puppy
Our older Lab, Buck loves to retrieve. He will return a ball or a toy and lay at my feet for another go around.
When I tossed the ball on the garage roof, and allowed it to roll down, he loved to catch the ball before it hit the ground.
Then one day we got a new puppy, Luke also a Lab. We purchased some dog toys with squeakers and how the new puppy enjoyed playing with his toys. Our older dog, Buck wanted the toys too, but the puppy would pull and tug until he had the toy in his grasp.
If I would put down two toys, one for each dog, the puppy would run and grab until both toys were in his mouth.
Our puppy was utterly selfish!! No sharing for this little one.
Two years have passed, and although Luke is no longer a pup, he is still as selfish as ever and will not allow old Buck to play with a ball, or toy.
I have observed small children at play and everything is “Mine.” None for you, only for me!
Sharing and giving can be learned and it is a gratifying experience to impart to others.
At this time of year as we reflect on all the blessings of God, it is the season to share with those who are less fortunate.
Even persons with little, actually have much, compared to many who have nothing.
Research your local Rescue Mission or Food bank and make some donations not just now, but also during the year. There is always a need and you can have a part.
If you believe you have nothing to give, consider volunteering your help in a tangible way
Share and give, from a good and willing heart. No selfishness allowed here.
Matthew 10:42 And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward.
When I tossed the ball on the garage roof, and allowed it to roll down, he loved to catch the ball before it hit the ground.
Then one day we got a new puppy, Luke also a Lab. We purchased some dog toys with squeakers and how the new puppy enjoyed playing with his toys. Our older dog, Buck wanted the toys too, but the puppy would pull and tug until he had the toy in his grasp.
If I would put down two toys, one for each dog, the puppy would run and grab until both toys were in his mouth.
Our puppy was utterly selfish!! No sharing for this little one.
Two years have passed, and although Luke is no longer a pup, he is still as selfish as ever and will not allow old Buck to play with a ball, or toy.
I have observed small children at play and everything is “Mine.” None for you, only for me!
Sharing and giving can be learned and it is a gratifying experience to impart to others.
At this time of year as we reflect on all the blessings of God, it is the season to share with those who are less fortunate.
Even persons with little, actually have much, compared to many who have nothing.
Research your local Rescue Mission or Food bank and make some donations not just now, but also during the year. There is always a need and you can have a part.
If you believe you have nothing to give, consider volunteering your help in a tangible way
Share and give, from a good and willing heart. No selfishness allowed here.
Matthew 10:42 And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Take That Back Now!
Grandma had recently been moved into a care home, and she was experiencing memory problems. Perhaps I was worried, and was not feeling too well myself.
So when my daughter came for a visit, and she asked me, “How is Grandma doing?” I heaved a sigh and made an off handed remark, “Well, as things are, I may go before she does.”
My daughter sat up straight, glared at me and shocked me as she said, “Mother, take that back, take that back right now.”
I could tell she was very serious, and I knew I had spoken carelessly. Sheepishly I blurted out, Yes, I take it back, and I take it back right now. Then I made a positive statement, “I shall live and not die!”
She continued to teach me things that I had often said myself; all that the Bible says about life and death are in the power of the tongue, and we should be careful with our words. As I listened, I knew she was telling me the truth and I was entirely focused on her words.
How often we make casual comments tossing our words carelessly when we actually do not mean what we are saying. Phrases such as: “I am tickled to death!” “You are such an idiot!” Let’s go home to the poor house.” “You will be the ruin of me yet.”
I know that children can be molded by always telling them that they are no good, and that they will never amount to anything. Also saying those same things about ourselves can be damaging to our own flesh and soul.
I understand that children can be encouraged to excel by choosing positive words, such as, “You are so special to me, I am so proud of you, what a good job, and I really like what you have done.” Again, as we think on and repeat with our mouth, the scriptures of what God says about us, it is health to our body and to our spirit.
Reading our Bible, as if God is speaking to ME, reminds us that God loves us unconditionally, and we are special in His sight, and that He desires only good for us.
At times we need to be reminded, to watch our talk, our walk and to be all that God intends us to be. It is a wonderful thing when our own children can be our teacher.
Deuteronomy 30:19 I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both you and your seed may live:
Joshua 1:8-9 This book of the law shall not depart out of your mouth; but you shall meditate therein day and night, that you may observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then you shall make your way prosperous, and then you shall have good success. Have not I commanded you? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be dismayed: for the LORD your God is with you where ever you go.
So when my daughter came for a visit, and she asked me, “How is Grandma doing?” I heaved a sigh and made an off handed remark, “Well, as things are, I may go before she does.”
My daughter sat up straight, glared at me and shocked me as she said, “Mother, take that back, take that back right now.”
I could tell she was very serious, and I knew I had spoken carelessly. Sheepishly I blurted out, Yes, I take it back, and I take it back right now. Then I made a positive statement, “I shall live and not die!”
She continued to teach me things that I had often said myself; all that the Bible says about life and death are in the power of the tongue, and we should be careful with our words. As I listened, I knew she was telling me the truth and I was entirely focused on her words.
How often we make casual comments tossing our words carelessly when we actually do not mean what we are saying. Phrases such as: “I am tickled to death!” “You are such an idiot!” Let’s go home to the poor house.” “You will be the ruin of me yet.”
I know that children can be molded by always telling them that they are no good, and that they will never amount to anything. Also saying those same things about ourselves can be damaging to our own flesh and soul.
I understand that children can be encouraged to excel by choosing positive words, such as, “You are so special to me, I am so proud of you, what a good job, and I really like what you have done.” Again, as we think on and repeat with our mouth, the scriptures of what God says about us, it is health to our body and to our spirit.
Reading our Bible, as if God is speaking to ME, reminds us that God loves us unconditionally, and we are special in His sight, and that He desires only good for us.
At times we need to be reminded, to watch our talk, our walk and to be all that God intends us to be. It is a wonderful thing when our own children can be our teacher.
Deuteronomy 30:19 I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both you and your seed may live:
Joshua 1:8-9 This book of the law shall not depart out of your mouth; but you shall meditate therein day and night, that you may observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then you shall make your way prosperous, and then you shall have good success. Have not I commanded you? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be dismayed: for the LORD your God is with you where ever you go.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Little Things Cause me to be Grateful
Some silly little things still give me a thrill, for instance when I finally balance my check book, or observing the flowers I planted peek through, and begin to bud and bloom.
From the sun rise, to the sun set, viewing the moon and the stars, the first gentle rain, a babies smile, the smell of fresh bread baking are things that cause me to be thankful.
My husband still enchantments me as I see him each day. He remains to me as the 20 year old man that I married many years ago, with only a few physical changes here and there.
I especially enjoy my dogs as they play, and they beg me to join in with a game of fetch.
Working at my computer is of great satisfaction to me and to relax, I benefit from some of the online games, because they cause me to think and to exercise my mind.
Finding a genuine bargain, if at a local store, online, or at a yard sale is exciting to me. I am reminded to say “Thank you Lord, for all of your blessings, large or small.”
It is also good to verbally share with others how much you love and appreciate them. Your voice of affection will cause them to be happy! Finding contentment and satisfaction in our work, rejoicing in our friends and family brings health to our bones!
Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart does good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries the bones.
Lest I forget, there is one more thing that delights and makes me happy, and that is when you lead a person in the sinner’s prayer, and they receive Jesus into their heart. Vicariously you experience their spark of new life and it is almost like you yourself are being born again at the same time as they encounter God.
Yes, serving Jesus makes me happy, and He brings me joy and gratitude in my day.
Psalms 144:15 Happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
Entered into the “One Word at a Time Carnival.” The Word is: Gratitude.
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From the sun rise, to the sun set, viewing the moon and the stars, the first gentle rain, a babies smile, the smell of fresh bread baking are things that cause me to be thankful.
My husband still enchantments me as I see him each day. He remains to me as the 20 year old man that I married many years ago, with only a few physical changes here and there.
I especially enjoy my dogs as they play, and they beg me to join in with a game of fetch.
Working at my computer is of great satisfaction to me and to relax, I benefit from some of the online games, because they cause me to think and to exercise my mind.
Finding a genuine bargain, if at a local store, online, or at a yard sale is exciting to me. I am reminded to say “Thank you Lord, for all of your blessings, large or small.”
It is also good to verbally share with others how much you love and appreciate them. Your voice of affection will cause them to be happy! Finding contentment and satisfaction in our work, rejoicing in our friends and family brings health to our bones!
Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart does good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries the bones.
Lest I forget, there is one more thing that delights and makes me happy, and that is when you lead a person in the sinner’s prayer, and they receive Jesus into their heart. Vicariously you experience their spark of new life and it is almost like you yourself are being born again at the same time as they encounter God.
Yes, serving Jesus makes me happy, and He brings me joy and gratitude in my day.
Psalms 144:15 Happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
Entered into the “One Word at a Time Carnival.” The Word is: Gratitude.
Please check out the other great entries at: http://www.bridgetchumbley.com/
Absolutely NONE
One of my former Pastors thought I was too assertive, and at one time he told me I was rebellious.
I believe this was because, each time he finished his Sunday sermon, and he shook hands with members as we left, I would give him something else to think about on his subject. He would retreat to his study books and come out usually glowing, and sometimes growling.
One mother’s day, he preached about women in the Bible, and according to what he implied, he forcefully put women in their PLACE. As I left that day and shook his hand, I told him that I could hardly wait for Father’s day to see what he would come up to set all the men down. It was about that time he said I was rebellious.
One morning after our women’s missionary meeting, I sat in his office with him and his wife, and he asked me if I ever had doubts that I might not make it into heaven.
Puzzled a bit, but I wondered; why would he ask me such a question unless he had doubts about his own salvation?
I honestly believe he read more books and study books instead of the Bible, and he wondered if he sinned every day like some say we all do.
If you read your Bible, and study along as you are reading it, you will discover that if you are walking in the Light of His Word, then you do not have to worry that you need to balance short accounts at the end of the day. Keep your mind on the Lord, and your feet planted and there is no need to sin each day as some say we all do.
There is a song that says, I have decided to follow Jesus, NO turning back.
Once you have made that quality decision, your job is to stay on track, and not make provision to fall away. If you do fall and you realize it, then quickly get up repent and go on. Don’t wait for night to do your catching up!
God’s part is to keep you safe in His hand, and to provide you with daily instructions from the Holy Spirit.
Listen to that still small voice and obey. Then you will be able to say with me - - -
I believe this was because, each time he finished his Sunday sermon, and he shook hands with members as we left, I would give him something else to think about on his subject. He would retreat to his study books and come out usually glowing, and sometimes growling.
One mother’s day, he preached about women in the Bible, and according to what he implied, he forcefully put women in their PLACE. As I left that day and shook his hand, I told him that I could hardly wait for Father’s day to see what he would come up to set all the men down. It was about that time he said I was rebellious.
One morning after our women’s missionary meeting, I sat in his office with him and his wife, and he asked me if I ever had doubts that I might not make it into heaven.
I sat up straight, looked him in the eye, and with an emphatic voice, I told him, “No doubts, absolutely NONE!”
Puzzled a bit, but I wondered; why would he ask me such a question unless he had doubts about his own salvation?
I honestly believe he read more books and study books instead of the Bible, and he wondered if he sinned every day like some say we all do.
If you read your Bible, and study along as you are reading it, you will discover that if you are walking in the Light of His Word, then you do not have to worry that you need to balance short accounts at the end of the day. Keep your mind on the Lord, and your feet planted and there is no need to sin each day as some say we all do.
There is a song that says, I have decided to follow Jesus, NO turning back.
Once you have made that quality decision, your job is to stay on track, and not make provision to fall away. If you do fall and you realize it, then quickly get up repent and go on. Don’t wait for night to do your catching up!
God’s part is to keep you safe in His hand, and to provide you with daily instructions from the Holy Spirit.
Listen to that still small voice and obey. Then you will be able to say with me - - -
I have NO doubts that I will make it in. I have No fears - - No doubts - - Absolutely NONE.
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Sunday, November 14, 2010
Green Hair Vs Red
Her sharp eyes met mine, and she blurted out, “What are you looking at?”
How could I help but see her? Her entire being was crying out, “Look at me!”
I was actually thinking that this girl needs attention, and she is demanding it in the wrong way.
I won’t say multiple piercing, but a few anyway, and her green hair was certainly striking.
Not wanting to be rude, as I looked her in the eye, I replied, “I just think your hair is awesome.”
Her countenance softened and she weakly said, “Well thank you.”
Now green is not MY color at least not for hair. I once told the girls where I worked, that I might consider red if I ever want to change my blond hair to something else.
To be honest, I don’t need the attention that a new red hair color might bring to me.
For me, I gained my acceptance by performance. I worked very hard in school for good grades not only to please my parents, but to feel better about myself.
Being the best at what I did was an attempt to perhaps even please God. I am not always the best, but I endeavor to be, not better than, but at least, “as good as.”
As I reflect, I know that God loves us just as we are, but as someone has said; “He loves us too much to leave us that way.”
We can do nothing of our selves to earn favor with God. His love is unconditional and all God’s gifts are free, although there are some conditions that he places of his gifts.
Perhaps number one, He desires that we be willing and obedient. There is a difference about obeying but not really wanting to. God yearns for our attitude to be of a willing nature as we obey Him.
1Peter 5:6 Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time.
As I have grown older it is not carelessness, but I suppose that I actually “Care Less” what people think of me. I do care more about what God thinks of me
What I really desire is for others to see, Jesus in me, and that is what I strive for.
Paul said, “Look at me,” and follow me as I follow Christ.
How could I help but see her? Her entire being was crying out, “Look at me!”
I was actually thinking that this girl needs attention, and she is demanding it in the wrong way.
I won’t say multiple piercing, but a few anyway, and her green hair was certainly striking.
Not wanting to be rude, as I looked her in the eye, I replied, “I just think your hair is awesome.”
Her countenance softened and she weakly said, “Well thank you.”
Now green is not MY color at least not for hair. I once told the girls where I worked, that I might consider red if I ever want to change my blond hair to something else.
To be honest, I don’t need the attention that a new red hair color might bring to me.
For me, I gained my acceptance by performance. I worked very hard in school for good grades not only to please my parents, but to feel better about myself.
Being the best at what I did was an attempt to perhaps even please God. I am not always the best, but I endeavor to be, not better than, but at least, “as good as.”
As I reflect, I know that God loves us just as we are, but as someone has said; “He loves us too much to leave us that way.”
We can do nothing of our selves to earn favor with God. His love is unconditional and all God’s gifts are free, although there are some conditions that he places of his gifts.
Perhaps number one, He desires that we be willing and obedient. There is a difference about obeying but not really wanting to. God yearns for our attitude to be of a willing nature as we obey Him.
1Peter 5:6 Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time.
As I have grown older it is not carelessness, but I suppose that I actually “Care Less” what people think of me. I do care more about what God thinks of me
What I really desire is for others to see, Jesus in me, and that is what I strive for.
Paul said, “Look at me,” and follow me as I follow Christ.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Turkey Day? – NOT!
I hate it when I hear someone say, Turkey Day, instead of giving the day its’ proper name, Thanks Giving Day!
Thanksgiving is the day we bake our turkey, or goose, or chicken and give thanks to God for all our bountiful blessings. We call into remembrance all the goodness of God to us and to our families.
As we go around the table allowing each person to declare what they are thankful for, it warms my heart to realize that I am thankful for my family and for those we hold dear.
Some would say, I am glad for my home, or my clothes, or my car, my computer, or other possessions, but all this would pale in the light of being grateful for our loved ones.
Thanksgiving Day, is only one day out of the year, and truly we should find something everyday to be thankful for. This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!!
All this reminds me that I am mostly thankful to God, for sending His Son Jesus to be our redeemer so that we might inherit eternal life.
Thanksgiving is only a few days away, and after our turkey has been baked, and we have all fellowshipped together and enjoyed the day; if there is any turkey left over, here is my amazing recipe for Turkey Enchiladas.
Swiss Turkey Enchiladas
Set aside 1 dozen soft flour tortillas, to be fried in hot oil, first skillet
In large second skillet or large pan, warm until room temperature
6 bouillon cubes dissolved in 3 cups light cream. (I use 1 can evaporated milk and the balance sweet milk.)
In another separate skillet number 3,
Sautรฉ 1 chopped onion in 2 tsp oil.
Add 1 clove garlic crushed.
2 cans tomato puree, Salt and pepper to taste.
One 4 oz can diced green chilies
2 cups chopped cooked turkey and simmer 10 minutes. Divide into 12 portions.
Fry each tortilla in hot oil, then dip it into the milk mixture, and place it on a plate.
Put 1/12 of the turkey mixture into the tortilla, roll it up and place into a baking dish.
We use two baking dishes with six enchiladas in each dish.
Pour the rest of the milk mixture over the rolled tortillas.
Top with 1/2 pound of grated Jack cheese.
Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. If there is any is left over seal in zip lock bags and freeze.
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Thanksgiving is the day we bake our turkey, or goose, or chicken and give thanks to God for all our bountiful blessings. We call into remembrance all the goodness of God to us and to our families.
As we go around the table allowing each person to declare what they are thankful for, it warms my heart to realize that I am thankful for my family and for those we hold dear.
Some would say, I am glad for my home, or my clothes, or my car, my computer, or other possessions, but all this would pale in the light of being grateful for our loved ones.
Thanksgiving Day, is only one day out of the year, and truly we should find something everyday to be thankful for. This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!!
All this reminds me that I am mostly thankful to God, for sending His Son Jesus to be our redeemer so that we might inherit eternal life.
Thanksgiving is only a few days away, and after our turkey has been baked, and we have all fellowshipped together and enjoyed the day; if there is any turkey left over, here is my amazing recipe for Turkey Enchiladas.
Swiss Turkey Enchiladas
Set aside 1 dozen soft flour tortillas, to be fried in hot oil, first skillet
In large second skillet or large pan, warm until room temperature
6 bouillon cubes dissolved in 3 cups light cream. (I use 1 can evaporated milk and the balance sweet milk.)
In another separate skillet number 3,
Sautรฉ 1 chopped onion in 2 tsp oil.
Add 1 clove garlic crushed.
2 cans tomato puree, Salt and pepper to taste.
One 4 oz can diced green chilies
2 cups chopped cooked turkey and simmer 10 minutes. Divide into 12 portions.
Fry each tortilla in hot oil, then dip it into the milk mixture, and place it on a plate.
Put 1/12 of the turkey mixture into the tortilla, roll it up and place into a baking dish.
We use two baking dishes with six enchiladas in each dish.
Pour the rest of the milk mixture over the rolled tortillas.
Top with 1/2 pound of grated Jack cheese.
Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. If there is any is left over seal in zip lock bags and freeze.
This article has been entered on Food on Fridays at http://annkroeker.com/
and also entered on: Pot Luck Friday at: http://www.ekatskitchen.com/ check out some great recipes on both sites.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Trust Me
Looking for a way to earn some extra money; my husband decided to purchase a used pick-up truck so he could do odd jobs.
He shopped and compared prices and finally decided on a used truck that was in excellent condition. The car dealer was having it checked out, and we had not yet taken delivery.
A few days later around noon time, my door bell rang. When I opened the door, it was the car salesman, who I recognized as the person who had sold us the truck.
In his hand he held a contract and a pen, and asked if my husband was home. Naturally my husband was at work, he was not available and I told the salesman so.
The salesman suggested that I could sign the contract for my husband. I hesitated mostly because the contract was blank. I told him of my uncertainty to sign a blank document because it was not filled in. He explained that the girl at the office would type it in as soon as he returned and all he needed was a signature.
“Trust me,” he said, as he offered me the pen. I was young and gullible, so I took the pen and scribbled my husbands name to the paper. The Salesman was happy, and he left.
A few days later, a payment book arrived in the mail and as I inspected it, I realized something was not right. I told me husband that the amount was not what we had agreed to pay for the truck and instead a much larger amount was due.
My husband made a quick trip to the dealership and asked for the manager. He tried to control his temper, but he told the manager that in no uncertain terms, we were not going to pay what we were now being charged. The manager smirked and went to his filing cabinet and pulled out the contract, and holding it out to my husband, he said, “Is this your signature?”
My husband emphatically told him, “NO it is NOT.”
To make a long story short, we eventually took delivery of the truck, and a new and better payment book, after they received a bonafied signature on a new contract.
Perhaps you have learned to hesitate when someone says to you, “Trust me.”
I certainly have! I also have become skilled at researching things out and may I suggest that you do so also.
Spiritually we should be aware that it was Satan that told Eve to “Trust me.”
If someone tells you a “new truth,” it would be a good idea to search it out in the Bible to be certain it lines up with Scripture.
When we do our research into the Word of God, we discover His truth revealed as it is written there, a Word that we can always trust.
God is the one who is always Trustworthy. When God says," Trust ME," we can take it to the bank!
This post has been shared at Bonnie's Faith Barista site
http://www.faithbarista.com/2013/02/why-the-smallest-movements-can-bring-god-the-greatest-pleasure/
He shopped and compared prices and finally decided on a used truck that was in excellent condition. The car dealer was having it checked out, and we had not yet taken delivery.
A few days later around noon time, my door bell rang. When I opened the door, it was the car salesman, who I recognized as the person who had sold us the truck.
In his hand he held a contract and a pen, and asked if my husband was home. Naturally my husband was at work, he was not available and I told the salesman so.
The salesman suggested that I could sign the contract for my husband. I hesitated mostly because the contract was blank. I told him of my uncertainty to sign a blank document because it was not filled in. He explained that the girl at the office would type it in as soon as he returned and all he needed was a signature.
“Trust me,” he said, as he offered me the pen. I was young and gullible, so I took the pen and scribbled my husbands name to the paper. The Salesman was happy, and he left.
A few days later, a payment book arrived in the mail and as I inspected it, I realized something was not right. I told me husband that the amount was not what we had agreed to pay for the truck and instead a much larger amount was due.
My husband made a quick trip to the dealership and asked for the manager. He tried to control his temper, but he told the manager that in no uncertain terms, we were not going to pay what we were now being charged. The manager smirked and went to his filing cabinet and pulled out the contract, and holding it out to my husband, he said, “Is this your signature?”
My husband emphatically told him, “NO it is NOT.”
To make a long story short, we eventually took delivery of the truck, and a new and better payment book, after they received a bonafied signature on a new contract.
Perhaps you have learned to hesitate when someone says to you, “Trust me.”
I certainly have! I also have become skilled at researching things out and may I suggest that you do so also.
Spiritually we should be aware that it was Satan that told Eve to “Trust me.”
If someone tells you a “new truth,” it would be a good idea to search it out in the Bible to be certain it lines up with Scripture.
When we do our research into the Word of God, we discover His truth revealed as it is written there, a Word that we can always trust.
God is the one who is always Trustworthy. When God says," Trust ME," we can take it to the bank!
This post has been shared at Bonnie's Faith Barista site
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Grab and Hold or Release?
Not far from where we lived in Oakland, California was a small bargain Thrift store that helped in the support of the Fred Finch Home. I took my girls to the store, many times and we would find lovely articles, many were brand new, that we could enjoy for a small price.
The store was located at the edge of the property belonging to the Fred Finch-Youth Center. A home like setting was provided by the Youth Center for hurting youth who required services not available from other agencies.
I found this interesting that one of its most prominent early residents was Pulitzer Prize winner and academy award winning writer: William Saroyan, who wrote about his experiences while living with his siblings at the Fred Finch Center in the early 1900s.
At the Thrift store, I discovered two lovely carnival glass bowls that I purchased there. The volunteer told me that they had gone through the San Francisco earthquake in 1906. I still have one of the bowls today in my possession.
One day, it seemed the Lord was telling me to give one of the two bowls to Ethel, a young girl that I worked with, becaise I knew that she was interested in old carnival glass. Ethel was being transferred to another department, and the team members were giving her a little going away party, so I brought the dish all wrapped up nice, and gave it to her.
She was very surprised and asked, how could I part with such a treasure? I hesitated a bit, and then I told her, “You may not believe this, but God told me to give this to you.”
She accepted my answer without question, because she knew I was a Christian and that I listened to the Lord.
There are many things (possessions) we hold dear, and some belongings we tend to clutch more tightly. It is the holding that which is ours, in an open hand that will bring us peace if we find it suddenly snatched from us.
Another way of saying this would be to “Let things go with no regrets.” To enjoy them while you have them, but to be willing to release them, if the need arises that they are taken away.
I am reminded that God released his very own son from the glories of heaven and allowed him to become flesh, and to eventually be crucified as a sacrifice for our benefit.
Were it not for God’s open hand to give us His Son, we would be lost, but because of His love, we have been found.
As Jesus prepared to return to heaven, He released to us His Holy Spirit so that we, each and every one of us can enjoy daily, His presence within our heart.
The store was located at the edge of the property belonging to the Fred Finch-Youth Center. A home like setting was provided by the Youth Center for hurting youth who required services not available from other agencies.
I found this interesting that one of its most prominent early residents was Pulitzer Prize winner and academy award winning writer: William Saroyan, who wrote about his experiences while living with his siblings at the Fred Finch Center in the early 1900s.
At the Thrift store, I discovered two lovely carnival glass bowls that I purchased there. The volunteer told me that they had gone through the San Francisco earthquake in 1906. I still have one of the bowls today in my possession.
One day, it seemed the Lord was telling me to give one of the two bowls to Ethel, a young girl that I worked with, becaise I knew that she was interested in old carnival glass. Ethel was being transferred to another department, and the team members were giving her a little going away party, so I brought the dish all wrapped up nice, and gave it to her.
She was very surprised and asked, how could I part with such a treasure? I hesitated a bit, and then I told her, “You may not believe this, but God told me to give this to you.”
She accepted my answer without question, because she knew I was a Christian and that I listened to the Lord.
There are many things (possessions) we hold dear, and some belongings we tend to clutch more tightly. It is the holding that which is ours, in an open hand that will bring us peace if we find it suddenly snatched from us.
Another way of saying this would be to “Let things go with no regrets.” To enjoy them while you have them, but to be willing to release them, if the need arises that they are taken away.
I am reminded that God released his very own son from the glories of heaven and allowed him to become flesh, and to eventually be crucified as a sacrifice for our benefit.
Were it not for God’s open hand to give us His Son, we would be lost, but because of His love, we have been found.
As Jesus prepared to return to heaven, He released to us His Holy Spirit so that we, each and every one of us can enjoy daily, His presence within our heart.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
I Failed the first Test
Our Drivers Ed class at my High school consisted of learning the rule book so we could pass the exam for our learners permit. At that time, the age to obtain your drivers license was 18, but it has since been lowered to 16. Many schools now offer an instructor and special cars to teach the students to drive properly.
Our High school did not provide us with a real car and a trainer, so my dad became my instructor. Dad worked for the railroad and he often did switching of the box cars at the Safeway warehouse. Their parking lot was large and he knew that on the week end it would be empty.
One week end, Dad drove me there in our old Chevy, with its clutch system, and started my lessons. Naturally I jerked the old car many times before I learned to gently release my foot slowly from the clutch pedal.
When Dad decided I was ready to drive in traffic, he taught me to safely make a left turn and how to judge the distance of other drivers. The hard part was learning to back into a parallel parking place. We practiced with only one car that was already parked, and I learned to pull in behind it with only a few smooth moves.
My mother took me to the DMV for my scheduled driving test, and the lady seemed nice as I took her for my test ride. She had me make a left turn, and in those days, you stuck out your arm to signal your directions. I did fine. Then she had me do the parallel parking and I made some stop and go attempts that did not please her.
Sorry to say, I failed my first driving test, and was rescheduled for a later date; at which time I did pass with flying colors.
Just because I failed once, that did not stop me from trying again. I was determined to leave behind any fears, and to press on until I reached success.
That sort of attitude is a good one to latch on to. If you fall, get up!
If you spill something clean it up and make a new effort.
If at first you don’t succeed, Try, and try again; is an excellent truism to keep in mind.
If you fail at something, it may be time to study some more, and do extra research on your project.
Your part is to study, to learn and to practice, and God promises to help you. God’s part is that He will bring to your remembrance those things that you need to know.
Failure doesn't mean you are a failure... it just means you haven't succeeded yet. ~Robert Schuller
You always pass failure on your way to success. ~Mickey Rooney
Our High school did not provide us with a real car and a trainer, so my dad became my instructor. Dad worked for the railroad and he often did switching of the box cars at the Safeway warehouse. Their parking lot was large and he knew that on the week end it would be empty.
One week end, Dad drove me there in our old Chevy, with its clutch system, and started my lessons. Naturally I jerked the old car many times before I learned to gently release my foot slowly from the clutch pedal.
When Dad decided I was ready to drive in traffic, he taught me to safely make a left turn and how to judge the distance of other drivers. The hard part was learning to back into a parallel parking place. We practiced with only one car that was already parked, and I learned to pull in behind it with only a few smooth moves.
My mother took me to the DMV for my scheduled driving test, and the lady seemed nice as I took her for my test ride. She had me make a left turn, and in those days, you stuck out your arm to signal your directions. I did fine. Then she had me do the parallel parking and I made some stop and go attempts that did not please her.
Sorry to say, I failed my first driving test, and was rescheduled for a later date; at which time I did pass with flying colors.
Just because I failed once, that did not stop me from trying again. I was determined to leave behind any fears, and to press on until I reached success.
That sort of attitude is a good one to latch on to. If you fall, get up!
If you spill something clean it up and make a new effort.
If at first you don’t succeed, Try, and try again; is an excellent truism to keep in mind.
If you fail at something, it may be time to study some more, and do extra research on your project.
Your part is to study, to learn and to practice, and God promises to help you. God’s part is that He will bring to your remembrance those things that you need to know.
Failure doesn't mean you are a failure... it just means you haven't succeeded yet. ~Robert Schuller
You always pass failure on your way to success. ~Mickey Rooney
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Dirty Hands
Why are your hands so dirty?
The words came flowing from the mouth of a three year old child in the beginners Sunday school class. My husband was substituting for a vacationing teacher that Sunday, and he had no ready answer for a three year old to help her to understand why his hands appeared so dirty.
My husband worked in the roofing industry and the sharp sandpaper like granules of the asphalt shingles bit hard into his flesh leaving asphalt scars. The tar and gravel roofing also did its dirty work on his hands, and at times would burnt parts of his body.
No matter how hard he scrubbed and rubbed, with Lava Soap, or his mainstay, “Sta-Lube Cleaner,” there was always a residue that remained on the palms of his hands.
Children often speak what is on their mind, and there was no embarrassment for this child to ask him this simple question. Why are your hands so dirty?
I hesitate to consider this, but does God ever ask us, “Why are your hands so dirty?”
Hopefully we are not dabbling in something, touching something, planning something, to get our hands dirty - - in a manner of speaking.
I won’t elaborate, but we could go a long way to illustrate situations that would demonstrate how our hands could get us into myriads of trouble.
God knows our actions, and our very thoughts, and he sends the Holy Spirit to ask us the hard questions that may startle us. When He does, we do need to stop, sit up and listen!
Is there something you are allowing in your life that is soiling your hands?
Understand that it is not too late. You can come to the Lord, repent, and request that he use his best cleaning solvent to clean up what should not be there.
The blood of Jesus will wash you whiter than the snow, and you can present to him your clean hands!
1John 1:7 But if we walk in the Light as He Himself is in the Light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son, cleanses us from all sin.
The words came flowing from the mouth of a three year old child in the beginners Sunday school class. My husband was substituting for a vacationing teacher that Sunday, and he had no ready answer for a three year old to help her to understand why his hands appeared so dirty.
My husband worked in the roofing industry and the sharp sandpaper like granules of the asphalt shingles bit hard into his flesh leaving asphalt scars. The tar and gravel roofing also did its dirty work on his hands, and at times would burnt parts of his body.
No matter how hard he scrubbed and rubbed, with Lava Soap, or his mainstay, “Sta-Lube Cleaner,” there was always a residue that remained on the palms of his hands.
Children often speak what is on their mind, and there was no embarrassment for this child to ask him this simple question. Why are your hands so dirty?
I hesitate to consider this, but does God ever ask us, “Why are your hands so dirty?”
Hopefully we are not dabbling in something, touching something, planning something, to get our hands dirty - - in a manner of speaking.
I won’t elaborate, but we could go a long way to illustrate situations that would demonstrate how our hands could get us into myriads of trouble.
God knows our actions, and our very thoughts, and he sends the Holy Spirit to ask us the hard questions that may startle us. When He does, we do need to stop, sit up and listen!
Is there something you are allowing in your life that is soiling your hands?
Understand that it is not too late. You can come to the Lord, repent, and request that he use his best cleaning solvent to clean up what should not be there.
The blood of Jesus will wash you whiter than the snow, and you can present to him your clean hands!
1John 1:7 But if we walk in the Light as He Himself is in the Light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son, cleanses us from all sin.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Aprons by Hazel
Aprons by Hazel was submitted to Food On Fridays.
There they hung on a hook behind the free standing stove in our large family kitchen. Home made aprons.
My mother sewed and made most of our clothing. One item she made for both my sister and me were aprons; and she wore one herself as she cooked.
For each meal, we slipped our apron over our head and enjoyed our eating as we kept our dresses clean. Our wardrobe was limited and it was simpler to launder an apron than it was to wash and iron our dresses.
I can remember back in sewing class in High School, one of the first items we made was an apron.
I don't wear aprons much anymore, and I have one tucked away somewhere. It would probably be a good idea for me to get it out and use it especially when I bake!!
My daughter tells me that her granddaughters, and even her grandsons, know what an apron is for. She informs me that they love to use them especially when baking or cooking. The children love to assist and the aprons keep their clothes clean as they help.
Although the myriad of uses have dwindled, aprons are still a needed item in our home! I will slip on my apron as I create my famous Date Nut Cake.
Submitted on Food on Fridays at http://annkroeker.com/
Check out the many great recipes recorded there:
Best Date Nut Cake
2 cups sugar, ½ tsp salt, 3 T Cocoa, 1 tsp Cinnamon, 1 cup real whole egg mayonnaise, 1 cup chopped walnuts, 1 cup chopped dates or raisins, 1 tsp soda, 1 cup boiling water, 2 cups sifted flour.
Mix first 4 ingredients into a bowl. Add mayo and blend. Add soda to boiling water. Pour over nuts and dates and let stand a few minutes. Add to the mayo mixture. Gradually add the sifted flour and mix well. Bake in 12x8x2 glass pan at 350 degrees for 40 to 50 minutes. This cake is a collectors item.
There they hung on a hook behind the free standing stove in our large family kitchen. Home made aprons.
My mother sewed and made most of our clothing. One item she made for both my sister and me were aprons; and she wore one herself as she cooked.
For each meal, we slipped our apron over our head and enjoyed our eating as we kept our dresses clean. Our wardrobe was limited and it was simpler to launder an apron than it was to wash and iron our dresses.
I can remember back in sewing class in High School, one of the first items we made was an apron.
I don't wear aprons much anymore, and I have one tucked away somewhere. It would probably be a good idea for me to get it out and use it especially when I bake!!
My daughter tells me that her granddaughters, and even her grandsons, know what an apron is for. She informs me that they love to use them especially when baking or cooking. The children love to assist and the aprons keep their clothes clean as they help.
Although the myriad of uses have dwindled, aprons are still a needed item in our home! I will slip on my apron as I create my famous Date Nut Cake.
Submitted on Food on Fridays at http://annkroeker.com/
Check out the many great recipes recorded there:
Best Date Nut Cake
2 cups sugar, ½ tsp salt, 3 T Cocoa, 1 tsp Cinnamon, 1 cup real whole egg mayonnaise, 1 cup chopped walnuts, 1 cup chopped dates or raisins, 1 tsp soda, 1 cup boiling water, 2 cups sifted flour.
Mix first 4 ingredients into a bowl. Add mayo and blend. Add soda to boiling water. Pour over nuts and dates and let stand a few minutes. Add to the mayo mixture. Gradually add the sifted flour and mix well. Bake in 12x8x2 glass pan at 350 degrees for 40 to 50 minutes. This cake is a collectors item.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
LA LA LA LA LA
Have you ever seen a child (or wife) put their hands to their ears and cry out La La La La La La La?
They simply did not want to hear what was being told to them.
The words were probably good words and worth hearing.
In the case of children it was probably something they needed to hear.
In the case of wives – it is often good to listen to a husband’s wisdom!
Have you ever said La La La to God when he is speaking to you?
It may be that God is speaking to you through the Bible and definitely it is worth listening to.
OR it may be the minister at church who is giving out a good message that strikes to your heart.
OR it could be a friend just sharing; what ever the case – next time you are tempted to put your hands over your ears and say La La La, it might be better to stop and listen to what is being said. Because - - -
It could be just the very thing you need to hear.
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They simply did not want to hear what was being told to them.
The words were probably good words and worth hearing.
In the case of children it was probably something they needed to hear.
In the case of wives – it is often good to listen to a husband’s wisdom!
Have you ever said La La La to God when he is speaking to you?
It may be that God is speaking to you through the Bible and definitely it is worth listening to.
OR it may be the minister at church who is giving out a good message that strikes to your heart.
OR it could be a friend just sharing; what ever the case – next time you are tempted to put your hands over your ears and say La La La, it might be better to stop and listen to what is being said. Because - - -
It could be just the very thing you need to hear.
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Monday, November 1, 2010
Butting Heads by Hazel
Entered into the “One Word at a Time Carnival.” The Word is: Reconciliation.
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Butting Heads
It must be normal for some mother-in laws and daughter-in-laws to butt heads from time to time.
In our case, my sweet mother-in-law and I got along quite well, because she always did everything I told her to do!
I remember one time, my young 4 year old brother in-law who was just a tad older than my own children, and he spit out the F word, at my mother-in-law. I grabbed him up, turned him over my knee, and gave him three swats quick as your eye can blink. His mom, (my Mother-in-law,) said, “He doesn’t know what he is saying, and he is just a baby.” I told her, he knew enough that it was disrespectful, and as I looked him in the eye, I told him to never speak to “B” like that again. All of her children called her “B”, and I think it was because she thought she was too young to be called mom. Anyway, that is another story.
Then my children grew up, got married, and I found that I was now the Mother-in-law.
I have always been good at telling people what to do and taking charge, and I really do not plan to change, but things were different with my new daughter-in-law. She had been raised in a rather large family, with brothers to tease her, and hurt her feelings.
Some of the things I said, were not taken lightly, and were misinterpreted. In her way of thinking, she was certain that I did not like her; and that I thought she was not doing a good job of raising my grandchildren. Those were her thoughts, not mine, although I did have some good suggestions.
As it was inevitable, one day without realizing it at the time, I spoke in haste, and hurt her feelings deeply. The next trips to our place, she found an excuse to stay home, and only the boys and our son visited.
Sometimes, I am dense, because I tend to give others the benefit of the doubt, but I finally realized that I had offended her, and she was not about to forgive me. Thinking back, I could even point to the event that must have triggered the whole thing.
Finally in desperation, I knew I must at least take action on my part to bring about reconciliation. If she did not respond, that would be “her problem and not mine.”
So, one day, I called her cell phone, and left a message for her to return the call. Shortly she did, and I proceeded to remind her of the event, and told her I realized that I had hurt her feelings, and I asked her to please forgive me. I told her I missed her when she did not visit, and I wanted her to understand that she was always welcome at our home.
“Yes, I forgive you,” she said, and that was enough for me.
I must recognize that she is the mother and I am the Mother-in-law, and there is no reason for us to butt heads.
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Butting Heads
It must be normal for some mother-in laws and daughter-in-laws to butt heads from time to time.
In our case, my sweet mother-in-law and I got along quite well, because she always did everything I told her to do!
I remember one time, my young 4 year old brother in-law who was just a tad older than my own children, and he spit out the F word, at my mother-in-law. I grabbed him up, turned him over my knee, and gave him three swats quick as your eye can blink. His mom, (my Mother-in-law,) said, “He doesn’t know what he is saying, and he is just a baby.” I told her, he knew enough that it was disrespectful, and as I looked him in the eye, I told him to never speak to “B” like that again. All of her children called her “B”, and I think it was because she thought she was too young to be called mom. Anyway, that is another story.
Then my children grew up, got married, and I found that I was now the Mother-in-law.
I have always been good at telling people what to do and taking charge, and I really do not plan to change, but things were different with my new daughter-in-law. She had been raised in a rather large family, with brothers to tease her, and hurt her feelings.
Some of the things I said, were not taken lightly, and were misinterpreted. In her way of thinking, she was certain that I did not like her; and that I thought she was not doing a good job of raising my grandchildren. Those were her thoughts, not mine, although I did have some good suggestions.
As it was inevitable, one day without realizing it at the time, I spoke in haste, and hurt her feelings deeply. The next trips to our place, she found an excuse to stay home, and only the boys and our son visited.
Sometimes, I am dense, because I tend to give others the benefit of the doubt, but I finally realized that I had offended her, and she was not about to forgive me. Thinking back, I could even point to the event that must have triggered the whole thing.
Finally in desperation, I knew I must at least take action on my part to bring about reconciliation. If she did not respond, that would be “her problem and not mine.”
So, one day, I called her cell phone, and left a message for her to return the call. Shortly she did, and I proceeded to remind her of the event, and told her I realized that I had hurt her feelings, and I asked her to please forgive me. I told her I missed her when she did not visit, and I wanted her to understand that she was always welcome at our home.
“Yes, I forgive you,” she said, and that was enough for me.
I must recognize that she is the mother and I am the Mother-in-law, and there is no reason for us to butt heads.
White and Bright
In the early 1950s I went to work in the office at a Chemical Company that produced Laundry detergents in large 50 pound bags.
The enterprise was new, and had started in the owner’s garage, but when the business grew, he was forced to move to a larger location. The warehouse was usually full of smelly dust from the grinding machine and even though the worker wore a mask, his eyes were always red.
Our records could not be in alphabetical order because almost every customer was named Launderette, so the simple answer was to file by address.
In those days, the launderette businesses would wash and fold your clothes, using the soap purchased from our company.
The bags were heave and bulky, but after sampling the detergent, I discovered my white laundry came out much whiter and brighter than ever before.
Times have changed and now most Launderettes have vending machines with small boxes of supplies available for the customer at a price.
When I left the chemical company job, I continued to purchase their soap.
My friend asked me to care for her baby while she worked, and we were both surprised as her babies dingy diapers began to change to white and bright from the use of my soap.
In life, there are dingy wrongdoings that may cling to us, but the Bible tells us that if we come and confess to the Lord, that He will WASH us whiter than the snow.
Psalms 51:7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
God makes it simple, just your desire to be free from the dirt and smelly filth; and to talk to him like you would talk to your friend. Tell Him all about it and ask Him to clean you with his special cleanser
It will seem like magic, as in no time at all you will be white and bright.
Revelations 19:8 And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
John 15:3 Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you.
The enterprise was new, and had started in the owner’s garage, but when the business grew, he was forced to move to a larger location. The warehouse was usually full of smelly dust from the grinding machine and even though the worker wore a mask, his eyes were always red.
Our records could not be in alphabetical order because almost every customer was named Launderette, so the simple answer was to file by address.
In those days, the launderette businesses would wash and fold your clothes, using the soap purchased from our company.
The bags were heave and bulky, but after sampling the detergent, I discovered my white laundry came out much whiter and brighter than ever before.
Times have changed and now most Launderettes have vending machines with small boxes of supplies available for the customer at a price.
When I left the chemical company job, I continued to purchase their soap.
My friend asked me to care for her baby while she worked, and we were both surprised as her babies dingy diapers began to change to white and bright from the use of my soap.
In life, there are dingy wrongdoings that may cling to us, but the Bible tells us that if we come and confess to the Lord, that He will WASH us whiter than the snow.
Psalms 51:7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
God makes it simple, just your desire to be free from the dirt and smelly filth; and to talk to him like you would talk to your friend. Tell Him all about it and ask Him to clean you with his special cleanser
It will seem like magic, as in no time at all you will be white and bright.
Revelations 19:8 And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
John 15:3 Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Quitting Cold Turkey - Hazel
This story was submitted to Food on Fridays at: http://annkroeker.com/ Please check out Ann’s site for some great recipe selections. My Recipe for Turkey Squares will follow, and it is an excellent “Hot” dish for left over turkey.
Quitting Cold Turkey
This was something that I had to do. Beings it was New Years and a time for resolutions, I was impressed that I needed to give up Coffee for at least a year. I will not say that “God told me to quit.” But it was sort of like that.
I decided to quit cold turkey!
What holds you in its power? Coffee held me. I was always with a cup of coffee in my hand, and it was my comfort and stay.
I made this a quality decision, that I would quit coffee, and only drink Hot water as my substitute to begin with the New Year and to last all year.
What happened next was a surprise to me.
Wow, I never have head aches, but by nightfall, I had a dilly. For the next days and into weeks, my joints ached, and I suffered terrible withdrawals.
Only slightly I might understand those who go through withdrawals with other fixed habits when they attempt to quit cold turkey.
I made it through the entire year, and after the year, I began to allow coffee when out to a restaurant, or every now and then. Mostly I drank tea.
One thing I desired was for coffee not to control me, and I still must watch that carefully.
Are there things in your life that are controlling YOU? One of our Bible professors once told us the secret to breaking a “Habit.”
That was to simply DROP it to BREAK it.
That sounds like Cold Turkey to me!!
Turkey Squares
6 T butter, 6 T flour, 2 cups milk, 2 chicken bouillon cubes, 4 cups finely chopped turkey,
1 cup soft bread crumbs or stuffing, ¼ cup finely chopped parsley. 1 small onion chopped 4 large eggs, salt and pepper to taste.
Make a white sauce of the butter, flour and milk and remove from heat, add the bouillon cubes and mash them up. Add the meat, bread, parsley and onion. Beat the eggs in, one at a time, stir in the seasonings. Place in an 8x8 baking dish and bake 45 min at 350.
This is a yummy way to use that left over turkey from Thanksgiving, so save this recipe for future use.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Show Me Yours’ and I will Show You Mine!
The message that Elijah gave to the prophets of Baal was clear! He challenged the prophets of Baal to a contest ! Each side would make a sacrifice to their God without building a fire. The strongest god would light the fire!
“Show my your God, and I will show you mine!” was Elijah’s strong message.
They danced! They yelled! They even cut themselves to get their god’s attention. They continued to do their “Thing,” until early in the evening, with no results! There was absolutely no fire in sight! The prophets of Baal were not able to call down fire from heaven.
When it was Elijah’s turn, he did one better! He instructed the men to dig a trench around his sacrifice. After that, he had them carry 12 barrels full of water and pour it over the sacrifice, soaking it extremely well. When all this was done, Elijah prayed a simple prayer,
1Kings 18:36 “And it came to pass at the time of the offering of the evening sacrifice, that Elijah the prophet came near, and said, LORD God of Abraham, Isaac, and of Israel, let it be known this day that you are God in Israel, and that I am your servant, and that I have done all these things at Thy word”
- - - and the fire fell! Not only was the sacrifice consumed, but along with it, all the water that had been poured into the ditch. When Elijah prayed, first the fire fell, and then came the much needed rain!
Now, wouldn’t it be lovely if we could see some of these types of miracles occur today . . . say, fire falling to devour our tightly held sacrifice of hurts and pain?
When we discover that our past has NOT been burned up by the fire of God, we still find ourselves hurting. Though we pray, scream, cry and clinch our teeth, our fists, and even our toes, there is no peace!
Is there any hope to conquer our fears and our dreaded memories? God waits for us to admit our own weakness and failure, so HE can show us His power.
Oh may I ask, Lord God, show me your face and I will show you mine!
This is my prayer today,
“Oh Holy Spirit of God, you who possess the Fire to burn away the chaff and all the misery that goes on in our thoughts and minds. I ask that you first wash us with Your Living Water, and then send the fire from above to bring us to nothing before you. As nothing, take us and re-create us to become a new person in You. May we be that one who stands bold and triumphant knowing we have now been placed INTO Christ? It is in Him we become more than a conqueror.
God, we ask that you totally burn up our weakness, and leave only the strength that is in YOU. Reduce to ashes our fears and our failures and raise up in us a person of courage with confidence, as You take our hand and lead us into Your eternal truth. May we walk and talk strong in the “power of Your might.”
“Show my your God, and I will show you mine!” was Elijah’s strong message.
They danced! They yelled! They even cut themselves to get their god’s attention. They continued to do their “Thing,” until early in the evening, with no results! There was absolutely no fire in sight! The prophets of Baal were not able to call down fire from heaven.
When it was Elijah’s turn, he did one better! He instructed the men to dig a trench around his sacrifice. After that, he had them carry 12 barrels full of water and pour it over the sacrifice, soaking it extremely well. When all this was done, Elijah prayed a simple prayer,
1Kings 18:36 “And it came to pass at the time of the offering of the evening sacrifice, that Elijah the prophet came near, and said, LORD God of Abraham, Isaac, and of Israel, let it be known this day that you are God in Israel, and that I am your servant, and that I have done all these things at Thy word”
- - - and the fire fell! Not only was the sacrifice consumed, but along with it, all the water that had been poured into the ditch. When Elijah prayed, first the fire fell, and then came the much needed rain!
Now, wouldn’t it be lovely if we could see some of these types of miracles occur today . . . say, fire falling to devour our tightly held sacrifice of hurts and pain?
When we discover that our past has NOT been burned up by the fire of God, we still find ourselves hurting. Though we pray, scream, cry and clinch our teeth, our fists, and even our toes, there is no peace!
Is there any hope to conquer our fears and our dreaded memories? God waits for us to admit our own weakness and failure, so HE can show us His power.
Oh may I ask, Lord God, show me your face and I will show you mine!
This is my prayer today,
“Oh Holy Spirit of God, you who possess the Fire to burn away the chaff and all the misery that goes on in our thoughts and minds. I ask that you first wash us with Your Living Water, and then send the fire from above to bring us to nothing before you. As nothing, take us and re-create us to become a new person in You. May we be that one who stands bold and triumphant knowing we have now been placed INTO Christ? It is in Him we become more than a conqueror.
God, we ask that you totally burn up our weakness, and leave only the strength that is in YOU. Reduce to ashes our fears and our failures and raise up in us a person of courage with confidence, as You take our hand and lead us into Your eternal truth. May we walk and talk strong in the “power of Your might.”
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