Mommy I Love You

I was looking diligently for a specific item when I heard, “Mommy, I love you!”  The voice was so sweet that I had to turn and see where the location of this angelic voice.  To my pleasure there was a small little boy, probably four or five years old looking up at his mommy with love and admiration. I stood there momentarily listening to his voice and hearing his mom’s gentle responses. It seemed his favorite buzz words were, “Mommy isn’t that cool!” To which, she loving and tenderly responded, “Yes, it is!”  Never once in the time they were shopping did her voice raise or did he stop talking to his mommy.

Shopping complete, I headed to the check out area. There, to my delight, in front of my buggy was the little man with his mommy. He had not stopped pointing things out nor had his mommy stopped talking with him.  And now, there was another person added to his conversation.  In front of the little boy and his mom was an older lady.  What struck me first was her hair.  It was dark black and very dry and literally stood out all over!  Yet, not once did her appearance seem to affect this little man or his verbal exchange with her. He spoke with her with the sweetest voice, always with respect and an openness  that included her in his conversation.

So struck by their exchange, I felt ashamed. The thought occurred to me, “How many people would be put off by her appearance. Deem her unworthy of their time and not engage her in conversation?”  Yet, this little angel man saw through her exterior appearance and saw her heart.  What a model of Jesus! No wonder Jesus said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me.”  No wonder Jesus loved children so much. And, no wonder, Jesus said, “Unless you become as a little child, you will not see the Kingdom of God.”

Heart opened and taught that afternoon, I am praying that God will give me eyes cnd a heart like that little angel man.  May I see past the exterior to the interior – the heart!  May others hear my voice as a sweet sound that will draw them to the place where they see Jesus instead of me.

 

Homiletics is Killing Me!

Recently God called me to join an incredible group of ladies as a group leader in a Bible study.  Each week the leaders gather on Tuesday mornings to go over the lesson that our “small group” will discuss the following day.  Part of the preparation as group leader is to complete the homiletics for the week’s lesson. This has been the living out of…what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!
In frustration today I asked Steve if there was historical evidence that doing Homiletics had ever killed anyone in the church.  His response was, “No.” Helpful, even encouraging but not the words I was anticipating.
This week’s lesson is Genesis 12:1-13:4. It is at this point, that you stop reading this post and go get your Bible to read. If not, you will have no idea what I’m talking about…that is more frustrating that doing Homiletics!!!
Okay, now that you are up to speed, you understand this lesson involves the call of Abram by God, Abram’s response to the call, a test of faith and Abram returning to Bethel from Egypt. 
The method of the way our group leader does her Homiletics involves the following steps: (1) Content.  This is actually kind of the fun part. You imagine you are an “on-the-scene” reporter. It is your job you report just the facts as concisely as you can.  (2) Divisions. This is where you take the content and put into paragraph form [no more than 4]. (3) Subject sentence is putting into sentence form the main thought of the divisions. (4) Aim. The Aim is important because it is what principle of the lesson. (5) Application. The Application is what it says, applying what is in the lesson to real life…whether in the office, home, grocery store and even church!
For brevity of time and space I am going to skip the Contents and Division and share my Subject Sentence, Aim and Application. Why? Because it is what is killing me that is making me stronger.

Subject Sentence: Answering a call from God requires faith and obedience.

Aim: God requires faith and obedience when you respond to His calling.

Seeking the ONE THING that God wanted to show me (thanks to my fearless leader, Nicole) came in the Application part.  Here is the applications questions that came to mind as I typed.

Are my listening ears “on” or “off” when God speaks to me?  Why?

Is there a limit to my faith or my obedience? Why?

Do I trust God when the famine hits? Where do I flee…to Egypt or to Him?

And the last one was the ONE THING that God wanted to show me. I wrote…
Where is my Bethel and how often do I return to it?  Why?

As you read the passage of Abram, a man called by God, where are you in the story?  Are you Abram and being called to something unknown? Are you Sarai who is along on the journey but the journey is getting really personal? What about Lot?  Where are you in the story?  What is the ONE THING God is trying to show you?  Will you listen?  Will you obey?  Are you will to answer His call with faith?

Would love you hear your thoughts and where you are on your journey. There is ONE THING I’ve learned, that when I have faith no matter the test, it does make me stronger! 

In the Land of Busyness

 In the not too distant from here is a land called, “The Land of Busyness.”  A long time ago, an evil prince cast a spell on the land and its inhabitants.  The evil prince created a powerful illusion that moved through all generations.  This illusion is so powerful that none of its inhabitants know it exists. You can easily hear phrases widely spoken in the Land of Busyness. Phrases like, “I have to hurry! I can’t be late, again! There’s just not enough hours in the day to do what I need to do! Look at what all I have left to do!” The stress and anxiety is always at a high pitch and the people believe this is the way life it is supposed to be.  Sadly the deadliest part of the illusion is that the inhabitants have been told by the evil prince, “Don’t worry, you will have time another day.”  The evil prince knows that this is a lie…that he will never allow the time to come. He knows that he will only fill the next day and the day after that with the same lies and the same busyness. The people in the land of busyness continue on their busy way, keeping busy…teaching their children – this is the way it is here in the Land of Busyness.

Sure there are celebrations of life and expressions of love squeezed into an already packed schedule.  But by allowing this, the evil prince has stolen the essence of joy. It has been simply been squeezed out, minimized and sometimes overlooked.  Because that is just the way life is in the Land of Busyness. Moments to renew each other and bless each another are lost or quickly forgotten in the frenzied activities. Because that is the way it is in the land of busyness. 

The main clock in the tower in the center of town stopped working long ago.  Part of evil prince’s illusion is that another clock hangs in its place. The fast hand on the clock seemed blurred as it bangs out the time to hurry…get busy…pushing the inhabitants relentlessly. And such is the day for the inhabitants in the Land of Busyness.

The evil prince also cursed the inhabitants of the land of busyness with disease.  The prince is evil because he doesn’t care that it makes the inhabitants sad and causing great pain and suffering. He shortens their days and steals their hope.  Yet the inhabitants aren’t allowed the time to grieve or comfort one another.  For the illusion dictates that time is of the essence and time and activity must go on.  For such is the life in the day of the inhabitants in the Land of Busyness.

The evil prince believes that by hurting the inhabitants, that he hurts the heart of The Great Father.

Be comforted, Little Ones of the Land of Busyness, for behind a veil in the eastern sky of the Land of Busyness another Kingdom is waging war on the evil prince. Far above the heads and in the hearts of the inhabitants, The Great Father, His Son- the Mighty King and their Helper are breaking the illusion.  The Mighty King’s banner is LOVE.  Carrying the Mighty King’s banner, Angelic Special Forces are being sent by The Great Father and His Son to engage the evil prince and his army daily. The evil prince is very angry and he intensifies the suffering of the inhabitants.

Promised words of hope and redemption spoken long ago are now coming to pass.  The Great Father’s Kingdom is almost ready.  On That Day the veil will roll back like a scroll and The Mighty King will return for all those who have chosen Him as their king.  The Mighty Kingdom will be a forever Kingdom...a land of joy, a paradise filled with love and hope. There will be no tears shed for there is no sickness or death.  The Mighty King will forever banish the evil prince and along with his entire army!  The evil prince will be no more and the inhabitants (yes, the prisoners of the Land of Busyness) will be set free! 

Won’t you come today, good kind and gentle Mighty King to set us free?

 

With These Hands...

With these hands you have…

Held…Served…Blessed…Cared For…

Created…Written…Touched…

Cooked…Planted…Picked...Gathered...

Pitched & Caught Baseballs...

Assembled Toys…Stitched heirloom Christmas Stockings...

Gathered Her Family Around Her…Played with…Loved more than three generations of children (grand and great)...

One of the most precious memories I have growing up was tea parties officiated by my mom. Mom always made time for her children.  One day, my sister and I wanted a tea party outside.  Mother was thrilled to help!  First we baked the cookies, then we made the lemonade (with real lemons) and then we spread out a quilt onto the lawn outside.  We sat on the quilt laughing and sharing. I can still see it in my mind today.

In my treasure box of memories, I remember snowball ice cream, her house decorated for Christmas (seriously even the bathrooms!), her love of telling and hearing jokes, the way she made you feel like you were and still are the most important person in her world...and when she said, "I Love You," you knew without a doubt she meant it from the bottom of her heart.

My mom thinks that her hands are ugly.  Age and arthritis have taken their toll on these beautiful hands.  When I look at her hands, I do not see them as ugly… I see them as Heaven-sent to touch and bless more people than I can possibly name.  She is a treasure and I love her!

Most Times...Always Waiting For You

Growing up a "homebody, introvert, middle child, etc..." I find I am always surprised and in awe of the beauty in God's creation when I venture out into God's Kingdom.  Some of my best "aha!" moments have been while riding on the back of Steve's motorcylce.  Perched safely behind Steve, I am free to take in all the sites, sounds, and smells of the scenery.  Most times, my camera is pointed and snapping the view. Our headset plugged in, Steve will, most times, alert me to an oncoming "camera" moments.  The camera quickly goes up and click, click, click.  Sometime I do not realize the majestic scene captured until back home and editing the photos.  It is in the editing phase that my eyes behold the treasures that had been waiting for me. My breathing stops as I take in the beauty of what God showed this unseasoned traveler.  Had I not ventured out, I would have totally missed the beauty of His handiwork. You know, Life is like that...scenery like this does not come to you...you have to seek it out. Most times, our lives are filled with scheduling, "to-do" lists begat "to-do" lists.  We find ourselves pressed between meetings, phone calls, emails. Yet, it is during the holy moments on Steve's bike (when we finally get away) that God reveals what had always been waiting...not just for me...but for anyone who will take the time to "come and see."  It is in these times that I lean back on the bike, spread my hands out in awe and just worship!  It is not uncommon to hear me over the mic saying, "God, you are sooooo good!" or "Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!!!"  or "Honey, look...is God good or what???"  I've been teased more than once by those fellow travelers riding behind us as they observed my hands and my worship...especially if I am signing the words to the songs that are playing through the speakers on our Ipod.

Once home, the photos are edited and moved onto our digital frame that rests on the counter separating our den and kitchen.  From the couch you can sit and view each frame as it scrolls, rolls and appears.  It is like a virtual travel log and draws you in and reminds you what...had been there waiting for you.

Time lapses, children grow, scenery changes yet pictures of the journey and our traveling friends continue to record the miles and the sites around us.  It is holy time with holy people...family and friends...

When time permists, we load the bike and strike out on an adventure.  It is those times that I have grown to love and anticipate...to see what God has waiting to show us.   There is another adventure on the horizon. It is somewhere we have never been. SD cards and lens are packed, and camera batteries are ready to charge. I can hardly wait to "go and see." Quite a change from a home-body, don't you think? 

 

Is there something that God is waiting to show you? Will you go and see?

"Come and see what God has done, how awesome his works in man's behalf!"

Psalm 66:5



I Will Remember for You

When the scenes of outside summer tea parties with cookies on a plate spread upon a quilt are distance in your memory…I will remember for you.

When the mind will not recall the births and weddings which you celebrated…I will remember for you.

When you cannot recall the joy and wonder of watching your children and grandchildren play at the lake…I will remember for you.

When your memory skips around and the mind refuses to beckon the moments your loved ones have hugged you tightly…I will remember for you.

When your friends become strangers and your children’s name escape you…I will remember for you.

When your mind goes to a place that memories are safely locked away…I will remember for you.

When you are safely home and memories flood your soul…I will be here to remember.

Until then, rest your precious heart and know that all is not lost because…I will remember for you.

A Single Suitcase

What is it about a single suitcase that makes you feel lonely? For the past four months, I have
lived more of a suitcase than not. Thephone would ring and I would go. So much happened during those long hours I drove back and forth. So many things happened during the time I spent there. Before I finish packing, I could feel God nudging me toward my computer. He wanted me show me something. As my fingers skipped across the keys, I knew God had something to show me. Feelings of peace and quiet settled over me. It was time for an assessment.

So, tentatively I opened my heart and looked inside. My (false) heart me told that there is simply no room for anything else! Enough is enough! But, my (where God lives) heart told me there is always room to grow and to give. Know that God would protect me, I opened my heart…and looked inside.
My!!! Look at the shelves of boxes in here! Most are clearly marked and dated. Oh my, that is an old one there! And right beside it is a new one. An organized person would look at this heart and say, “My goodness, girl! This is a mess!” But, I don’t see a mess…I see my life…
There is fresh tape on an old box. Wow, I must have visited that box a lot. As I lift off the tape to peek inside, a smile flashes across my face. It is my memory box. Wow, it is bulging with pictures, momentos, scrapes of paper…each one bearing a tag, “To Keep.” Right near the top is a
diary. My hands are trembling as I turn the cover and look inside. There, in my own handwriting are moments in time that I wanted to remember. It looks as though the ink is still fresh on
this entry, “Time with Papa Jack.” My eyes become blurry as I attempt to read the entries. Eyes are leaking as I pour over the God-given moments with Papa Jack! Wow, what precious time God gave me with this man I grew to love.
Seeing that the diary is indexed, I quickly move to the next section marked, ”Mother.” Laughter
bubbled up as I read the entries, one by one. God had given my mom and me so really fun and lasting memories. How long I stood in that chamber reading the entries, one by one, I do not know. Good thing I had tissue in my pocket! What I realized was that I had been blessed
mightily by God. What a great life I have had. It has been the best kind of adventure. Yes, there have been scary parts, funny parts, sad parts and hilarious parts! In my hands held memories that had been tenderly journaled in my heart. Just I as I turning to leave, my eyes suddenly caught a tapestry hanging near the back. Gently I made my way to the back and beheld something that only God could do. There before me were faces of people who, at some point, were in my life. It was the most intricate piece of work I have ever seen. It held every moment of my life – good and bad. There was no way that I could avoid touching it. I reached out and touched the fabric…so delicate…finely woven but containing great strength. My eyes moved from top to bottom…it was then that I noticed threads blowing gently. It was unfinished.
There at the bottom of the tapestry woven in was another suitcase. I was going on, yet another
adventure. What lies ahead, I do not know, but this I do know…God’s hands are holding every thread of my life. Every thread is being intricately woven in to a beautiful design by the Master designer.
Packing a suitcase will never be the same again. This time, I am excited…what is it that God
has planned? I don’t know. I just know that His Word promises great plans…plans
to prosper and not to harm me. (Jeremiah 29:11). I know that God sings over me (Zephaniah 3:17). I know that God is faithful (1 Thessalonians 5:24). I know that God will never leave me (John 14:18). I know that God will give me strength to climb whatever obstacle is placed in my path (Habakkuk 3:19) I know that God is totally aware of my circumstances and is never away
from me (Psalm 139).

Home is...

One definition of home is, “The locality where a thing is usually found, or was first found…” The locality where a thing is usually found, or was first found…home…what does it mean to you?
Over the past couple of months, the word, “home” has been in the forefront of my mind and my actions. My parents after 39 years in one home made the decision to move to an assisted living facility. I stood with my mother looking at the walls of her den filled to capacity with books and treasures she had accumulated over the years. The apartment is a small, one bedroom apartment. What to take? What to leave? What to save? What to throw away? It was too much to take in emotionally! Home wasn’t home anymore. I realized that my mom could not make the decision right then. So I took her back to her "new home" to care for my step-dad. I lost track of the trips we all made moving those things that were necessary and then the final trips were for the things that made the new location feel " homey."
With a hammer and a few nails the rooms began to take shape. It was finally becoming a home. Isn’t it funny (not really) but interesting that sometimes treasured items can change a barren wall into a place where love lives? The new “home” began to take on an identity unto itself. Home was finally looking like home to my mom.

This past weekend our youngest son and his family came to celebrate his birthday. At his request (a yellow cake with chocolate icing), his youngest daughter and I made cupcakes. Our son LOVES “Star Wars.” You will note the decoration are the heroes from the “Star Wars” Movie. He loved the cupcakes and the decorations. It touched his heart and made him smile. Home…where there is a thing usually found or was first found…love.

This morning I learned that my step-dad is having to move again. His doctors have recommended that he be placed in hospice. We will be helping him choose where he will “live” until he makes the final journey…home. While I don’t know where he will choose to “live” for now, I do know where his final home is…Heaven.
Scriptures promise us that this world is not our final home…we are simply passing through.

Home means many things to me. It means where you are safe, accepted, loved, where your requests for your favorite treat is there when you arrive. Home is where Jesus is.
Please post your thoughts on home?

An Apple Pie is like a Church

This weekend was a fun one for the most part. My cherisher and I had a date on Friday night and met a friend for dinner and a movie. It was a great movie and we will definitely read the book. Saturday seemed to fly by…one project birthed another one and before I realized it, I had cleaned out 6 cabinets and made a homemade apple pie! Now that is a productive day!

The apple pie was the most fun and satisfying…for it was a practice run for next week. My daughter invited me to come over and help one of my granddaughters’ class make an apple pie. How fun is that???? Seeing that I had never made an apple pie, it seemed prudent to practice. I have to admit it really was fun!!!

I work for a wonderful company that sells kitchen products (to include pantry, cookware, etc.). Having the right tools makes the job fun and easy! That is exactly what the pie turned out to be! Even my cherisher got into the pie making but taking photos as I completed steps from making the crust, slicing the apples, decorating the top crust with pastry leaves and finally the final shot – the finished pie!

It occurred to me as I worked in the kitchen that God’s church is a lot like an apple pie. You have your crusty people – they are necessary, so don’t throw them out! Then you have the fruit – also necessary to flavor and substance of the pie. My favorite part is the seasoning – because without them, life would be dull and uninteresting. They spice up our lives and give us wisdom – in other words – they are necessary, too. The recipe I used called for a tablespoon of butter to be placed on top of the seasoned apples. We all know that butter adds that necessary richness and depth to a recipe – yep, gotta have it! The top crust was a little different. In lieu of the traditional basket weave design or a cover over the fruit with slits to allow the steam from the juices to escape, I opted to use tiny special cutters. Since we are finally into Fall (do not argue with me…my heart is set on this!) a leaf shape cutter was selected. It took extra time, but then isn’t that the way things are in the church? It takes time for God to work His plan and that means being patient and expectant! When the last leaf was placed upon the pie, I couldn’t help but smile. It really surprised me…it looked good! I mean, like really good…like one of those pies you actually pie that doesn’t come in a box! The final step was to brush the top crust with a bit of milk and then sprinkle sugar on the moistened crust. Talk about good! Like the milk and sugar are the last ingredients that complete the pie, there are those that come late in the harvest of the season in the church. My dad and a very good friend returned to the harvest near the end of their season. No wonder, it made the finished project so sweet!

Church is like an apple pie! You need to have one!

Saying Goodbye...Saying Hello...

Saying Goodbye

Last night was our last night for our summer Bible study on the book of Esther. The group requested a recipe that is one of my family's favorite recipes. Normally, this recipe calls for a 3-layer cake. Feeling creative, decided to try my trifle bowl. It was a hit! So here you go:

Mandarin Orange Cake

1-Duncan Hines Butter Yellow Cake Mix

4 eggs

11 oz. can of Mandrain Oranges plus juice

3/4 cup canola oil

Mix ingredients gently together in a classic batter bowl. Once mixed together, pour into three round cake pans.

Note: Since I was using my trifle bowl, the cake mixture was poured into a 9 x 13 prepared baking dish.

Bake at 350 until done - roughly 30 or so minutes. Check it with a cake tester for doness. Allow to cool thoroughly before icing. If you try to ice it before the cake cools, you will find your icing sliding effortlessly off the cake and onto your countertop!

While your cake is baking mix your icing.

Icing includes:

1-15oz. can crushed pineapple (drained)

1 large package Instant Vanilla Pudding mix

1 large container of Cool Whip

Mix pineapple and pudding together first. (Note: do not add water!) After the pineapple and pudding are incorporated, fold in the Cool Whip. Keep in refrigerator until ready to use.

Note: Keep cake chilled until time for serving.

New Beginnnings

Our neighborhood is growing!!! Three new babies are expected very soon...in fact, one of our expectant moms delivered early. This mom was very pleased! So, to welcome Miss Elizabeth "Ellie" Bradley Hoover to our neighborhood, I made her some Red Velvet Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting. While Miss Ellie will not be able to enjoy her cupcakes right now, I am thinking her mommy and daddy are going to be very excited! We will go over tonight to meet our newest neighbor and deliver our "Welcome to the Neighborhood" gift! Here is a sampling of Ellie's cupcakes!

Something to Smile About

He was a man’s man. He did it his way. His decisions were always about him and how he wanted it to go down. He was also a man that knew his mother, sisters and his mom’s Bible study class was praying for him. By all appearances it seemed he would die unchanged, unrepentant, and stubborn…bent on doing it “his way” until the end. Over the years, the prayers did not diminish…I believe they intensified. About a month ago, all the prayers that had been offered on his behalf burst forth with a resounding, “Yes!” This man’s man returned to God! He rededicated his life and was reconciling with family and friends. Then, this morning the Lord took him “His” way. This man’s man passed away very peacefully. One of his sisters reported that when she and her mom were allowed to see him following his death. They were both concerned at what he might look like. But, there he was…there was no signs of strife…no signs of a struggle. To their amazement and blessing he was not smiling…he was grinning from ear to ear. Two of his most faithful prayer warriors stood over him with amazement wondering, “Who was it that God sent to take him home that would have left his face glowing and grinning from ear-to-ear?”

Yesterday I dropped by to deliver a cake to the family. While visiting with them, the mother told me that she and her daughter found her son’s Bible after they got home from the hospital. My friend handed me her brother’s Bible. She opened to the place where he had marked and had last read in scripture. Then she asked me to read the passage to her and her mom. Noting it was in the book of Jeremiah, I did take the time to check the chapter. The place he had left marked began, “This is what the LORD says: ‘When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my good promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,’ declares the LORD, ‘and will bring you back from captivity.^a]'> I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,’ declares the LORD, ‘and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile’.” As I read this scripture to the hurting and longing hearts of his mother and sister, I could not help but pause and draw in a deep breath as I read, “when you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you, “declares the Lord.” Both of these godly women knew without a doubt God intended for them to find his Bible and to see the scripture he had been reading. It was a love letter meant for them to find!

So, dear and faithful prayer warriors, do not be discouraged when you think that your prayers are not being heard and not making it past your ceilings. They most assuredly are! God hears every word and every prayer that you offer! His heart is not hardened against your request…nor is it lost in the midst of all the other prayers spoken. However, God will not interfere with our free will. He will allow the recipient of our prayers to go his/her own way. Know that God joins you at the throne greeting each request you make…every prayer you offer with unending love. And, when the recipient of your prayers turns back to God, all Heaven celebrates. Can you imagine the celebration this morning as this man’s man stepped into the arms of Jesus? Now, that is something to smile about!

“I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner

who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.” Luke 15:6-8

In the Darkness - Shine the Light

Recently, my honey and I were blessed to have three of our seven grandchildren stay with us. We dubbed the time, "Cousins' Camp!" Because I have a flexible job, I was able to spend each day and night with these girls. Two of the cousins were 9 1/2 years, and one was 6 yr old, and a sibling of one of the cousins. Each grandgirl had her own room to sleep and "hang" her crown. The first night after the parents had left the OFFICIAL bedtime arrived. The beds made ready, teeth brushed all three grandgirls waited in their beds for Nani to come and say goodnight. They knew that they would recieve hugs and kisses and together with Nani, their prayers spoken. I stated at the furtherest bedroom from the stairs and worked my way forward. Sitting on the edge of each bed of each grandgirl was such a priviledge. I would gather each one in my arms, hug and kiss each one and then bow my head so that she and I could pray together. This routine was going smoothly...that is...until the last one...the 6 yr. old. She was trying to be brave, but for the life of her, it wasn't working out too well. The thought of being upstairs (Nani and Saba's bedroom was downstairs) and being left alone with a sibling and a cousin did not sound like promising protection from the dark. Thinking of something that might "brighten" her nightime fears I retrieved my tried-and-true trusty compain, "Ruff." You can tell from the picture that when you press the red handle on Ruff's back, his mouth opens and a light shines. May I mention here that Ruff also growls when the light comes on...that is to insure whatever darkness falls, that he is on the job! With Ruff there to dispel the darkness there was no need to fear! After our prayers were spoken, I opened my eyes to see this precious little one clinging to her "Lovie" and "Ruff." The radio in her room was set on KSBJ (our Christian Radio Station) and she drifted off to sleep wrapped in prayers while God's praises were sung over her.
What darkness that is threatening you? Is it an illness? A possible job change? A child away from home walking swifty away from God's perfect will? Or is it a change in martial status? What is the darkness that is stalking you and attempting to overtake you? What is threatening to steal your peace and rob your joy?

Several summers ago, a Vacation Bible Program made its way to our church and to each of our grandchildren's churches. The theme song was, "I will not be afraid." It was set to a Louisiana swamp theme and all the grandchildren loved it when I put on the cd and crank up the volume...they joined in and sang out, "I will not be afraid, though troubles out there night and day. I will not be afraid for God is always, always, always near!" Using that to build on with the 6 yr. old, I reminded her that God is near!

Several summers ago, our church participated in a VBS. The theme was set in a Louisian swamp and the theme song was, "I will not be afraid!" The words began...I will not be afraid, though troubles out there - night and day. I will not be afraid because God is always...always...God is always near!" All of our grandchildren's churches participated in the same VBS theme. Whenever I would have them in my car, I would pop in the cd and we would sing - loudly - God is always, always, God is always near!"
Thought you may not have a "Ruff" to brighten the darkness in your bedroom, we as Children of God have an eternal light. We have Jesus - our holy and eternal life! Not only does He disspel darkness...the enemy flees from Him! So, when your darkness is trying to overtake your peace, just call out, "I will not be afraid because God is always, always, God is always NEAR!!!

Being Neighborly...

When my honey and I moved into our neighorhood, we were the only house on this side of the lake. My honey thought it would be a good thing to get to know our neighbors and welcome them as they moved into their new homes on our side of the lake. The plan was a great one...we would go by and drop off freshly baked cookies and just say, "Welcome to our neighborhood. We are glad you are here!" However, the cookie demand was more than I expected. Somewhere along the line, we just couldn't keep up...that's a good thing!
Like us, a lot of our neighbors are either new to the area or they do not have family who lives nearby. Most of our neighbors are younger families, which is awesome! Love the sound of children in the "hood!"
Tonight, I think, we birthed (okay ladies - no pun intended - sorry - inside joke on those that attended) a great idea. Since cooking is one of my loves, it was easy to plan a evening for our young moms, called, "Mom's night out!" We think the idea will catch on and we talked about getting together monthly and get better aquainted.

Tonight was the beginning of recapturing a feeling of "Friends" in our neighborhood. It was great fun and we look forward to gathering together next month.
Pictured to the left is Ice Cream Nachos. What isn't shown in the nachos (totally our preference) was sliced bananas or chopped nuts. Because...as you well know...sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don'! This recipe was served in Pampered Chef's "Cool and Serve." This product is like a quick-change artist! You will not beleive all the ways you can use it!
Here is how you make, "Ice Cream Nachos!"
Ingredients needed are: Flour tortillas, Pampered Chef's Korintje Cinnamon, Ice Cream of your choice (pictured is vanilla), fresh strawberries and bananas, nuts (your preference - walnuts or pecans) and Pampered Chef's Chocolate Raspberry Sauce or/and Caramel Sauce, Whipped Cream.
Brush flour tortillas with water using silicon basting brush or a pastry brush. Sprinkle generously with the Korintje Cinnamon (mixed with sugar) using the Flour/Sugar shaker. Cut tortillas into triangles using Pizza Cutter. Place on baking stone at 400 degrees until lightly brown (around 13 minutes +/-). Cool browned triangles onto stackable cooling rack. When ready to assemble, placed Cinnamon chips over the green chillers in the bottom of the Cool and Serve (make sure inserts have been frozen so it will keep the ice cream from melting quickly. Using Pampered Chef's ice cream dipper, scoop ice cream and place scoops over the chips. A variety of ice cream is always great! Using the egg slicer plus, garnish with the sliced strawberries and bananas. Chop nuts with Food Chopper, sprinkle on top of Sauce. You can use the v-shaped cutter to act as a funnel for the sauce and drizzle it onto the fruit mixture. Top with whipped cream using Easy Accent Decorator, and grate chocolate bar over entire platter using Rotary Grater or sprinkle with Sprinkles.



Pictured at the right is the Molten Lava Cake.

You would not believe the speed of these ladies' grabbing their cell phones to photograph the desserts and sending them home to their husbands. It was so funny!

Here is the recipe for the Molten Lave Cake

Empty cake mix and all ingredients listed on the back of the cake box into the Rice Cooker Plus. Using the stainless whisk, whisk cake mix and the ingredients until they are mixed well.
Using the large Pampered Chef Scoop, add 4 scoops of chocolae frosting into the center of the Rice Cooker Plus. DO NOT STIR! Simply allow the frosting to mound onto of the last scoop. Use only regular cake frosting as the whipped frosting will not work with this recipe. Place uncovered Rice Cooker Plus in a microwave (with a turn table) for 7 minutes and 45 seconds. Take Rice Cooker Plus out of the microwave and allow to rest for about 2 minutes. Use the small spatula, slide it around the edges of the cake to make sure it is free from the sides of the RCP. Invert cake onto a LARGE (about 14") serving platter (frosting will stream down like a vocano) so that the frosting pools around the cake. Add fresh strawberries to the frosting on the platter then dust cake and strawberries with powdered sugar (using the flour/sugar shaker). Serve hot! Great with ice cream!!! Enjoy! And...be neighborly!

It's A Wrap! Chili-Lime with Cream Jalapeno Sauce

One of my favorite things to do at night is to prepare my Honey's lunch for the next day. Trying to keep the mystery in our marriage, I like to change it up and surprise him. Last night I concocted a wrap that included chicken breast that had been coated in olive oil and then generously sprinkled our newest rub, "Chili-Lime." It is a very versital rub that works well on any meat. I have even used it on a box lunch that had turkey sandwich meat. It definitely added life to that lunch! In the photo to the right is the ingredients I used for his Chili-Lime and Jalapeon Sauce wrap. Please note that bright and shiny tomatoe is our first crop of the season! Granted it is only one, but we were thrilled to see it spring forth from the plant. I wonder if my grandparents got this excited about a tomato plant. Guess if at that point if you had seen one tomato plant, well, you know...

This chicken was coated with olive oil and then sprinkled generously with our Chili Lime Rub. Grill until done.
Let me just tell you here and now that the are great as a main course served with a salad and any other side you choose...except chocolate and that just wouldn't be right, now would it?

What I love about this recipe is that it is really one that you can throw healthy to the wind if you have a mind to or you can trim it down, like I did. The tortillas are made with Olive Oil and you can find them in the deli section of your grocery - or least that is where they tend to keep them at my HEB.

Here is the tortilla (made with Olive Oil) covered in the Creamy Jalapeo Sauce. I layered it with baby spinach, thinly sliced fresh mushrooms, sliced HOMEGROWN tomato, then added chicken. Topped stack of delicibles with a divided slice of monterey jack cheese.
Adding the mushrooms was an extra surprise, but hey, that's what keeps the mystery in the marriage, right? Have received kudos from my man that it was a mightly manly sandwich but was also mighty tasty.

The recipe for tonight is for the Creamy Jalapeno Dip/Sauce. Like I said, this is one special recipe. Not only can it spice up a wrap, or be used as a dipping sauce, a salad dressing and it is fantastic on grilled fish like talaphia. Is your mouth watering yet? Mine sure is!

You will note that in the recipe there is a note as to how you can make it more healthier version. The recipe serves 8-10 people. What I recommend is our manual food processor to chop the jalapenos, cilantro, and chiles. I used our blender because I doubled the recipe.Here you go, ready or not!

1 1/3 cup mayonaise (we use low-fat)

1/3 cup buttermilk (2%)

1/3 cup chopped jalaopeno peppers

1/3 cup canned green chiles (chopped)

1/3 cup cilantro

1 (1 oz) packet dry ranch dressing mix (Buttermilk flavor)

1 tsp. garlic powder (this is not enough for us - you may want to tweak it to your taste)

1 tsp. lime juice
Chop jalapeno peppers first, the process cilantro. Add chiles and process. The add the remaining ingredients. If you are using it as a dip, we like the Tia Rosa Chips from HEB. They really are awesome. However, if you want a healthier choice, you can cut whole wheat tortillas into wedges, place on cookie sheet, brush with oil. Lightly salt and bake at 400 degrees until crisp. Enjoy!
Now the lunch is ready to pack. I've included the healthier version of chips, a PC prep bowl of sauce so he can dip his chips and wrap (also added a bag of chips to share with his co-workers), a diet coke, mini-oreos, grapes and oh yes, the wrap. The green note with the heart on it??? That tradition started long ago in a land far, far away. Not knowing what kind of day they were having, thought it would help to know that they were pretty spectualar in my book! So, each day I packed our children's lunches for school. I would always include a love note for them to find as they munch on their lunches. Keeping the tradition alive, I use a brightly colored 4 x 6 card. What did the note say? Well, wouldn't you like to know! And, I might add...our kids have grown into some pretty spectular adults! Couldn't be more proud of them!

Being Delivered From It and Throught It

Looking at these photos brings back memories that have long since been stored in the treasure chest of my heart. The first photo is one of we fondly called, “The First Wives’ Club.” As I reflected on this picture, it is a vivid reminder of how fragile and precious life is in this world. At the time of this picture, this trio had had lunch in Old Towne Spring. Carol (center) was in town and was responsible for forming our club. It seems only fitting that she was in the middle of this photograph. She introduced me to Ellen (on left). Like me, Ellen’s husband is in the ministry and they, too, had led tours to Israel. It was the love of God’s land, Israel, that we all shared. Over time, it became evident, this union was not by chance. It was a divine strand of the tapestry God was working in all three of our lives. Carol works for the company that plans our tours. She is a “hands’ on” lady that tailors the trip to be a perfect fit for the hosts and the guests. This photo was taken on the front porch of a tea room. We had grabbed a complete stranger to snap this photo for us. All three of us had this photo framed in a purple frame (Ellen’s favorite color). We all three kept in touch. Because Ellen and I lived closer, we met more frequently and grew very close. Sadly, this would be the last photo of Ellen we would take.
Ellen and her husband had returned from a trip from Israel when Ellen noted a lump in her breast. She went to her doctor immediately but was told that it was nothing and sent her home. Ellen and her husband lived out of town, so a drive into town was truly a trip! As weeks progressed, the lump continued to grow and the pain became unbearable. Traveling back to the doctor with her arm resting on a pillow, I remember Ellen saying the pain was very severe. During her appointment with her doctor that day Ellen learned that the lump indeed was something. She was diagnosed with Stage 4 Breast Cancer. The disease was aggressive and so was the treatment. In the end, the disease being relentless moved into her brain. Still we kept in close contact, talking over the phone and emailing. And when she was placed in a facility near here, I went to see her frequently.

Ellen lived out the intervention of God being delivered from the disease. The disease did not win! God delivered Ellen from this disease. Leaving her funeral, I knew that Ellen had been victorious. And that this life was a launch pad for her. That she came to touch lives and complete an assignment only she could perform. While I lost a friend and a traveling companion on this earth, Ellen was delivered from this disease and what a reunion it will be when we once again join forces in Heaven.

Fast forward…I am standing at the front door of the church were I was employed and I see a member of our church in the parking lot hugging a lady. The lady could have been Ellen’s twin sister. For a moment I thought it was Ellen. My heart beating a million beats a minute I wanted to run, grab her up and tell her how much we all had missed her. To my shock and surprise, it was not Ellen, but a wonderful, godly lady named Linda. (This photo was taken at a mutual church member’s land blessing we attended.) Left to right: Richard, Steve, Linda and Jay).

Linda taught me to take another chance on relationships. Having decided I would NEVER journey again with some one dying (after all, Ellen was my third close friend who had died from cancer), I felt God simply would not ask me to “do” the friend thing again. I couldn’t have been more wrong! Linda walked into my life with a song! How she loved gospel music. Being a personal friend of The Isaacs, music was a large part of her life and gave her great joy. I still can see her face light up as her toes tapped, hands clapping as she took in the lyrics and tune. Linda was a special lady that forever stamped “delivered from” in my heart. Linda fought a 17 year battle with breast cancer. With every respite, we thought we had the cancer beat. Then one day, the battle near the end and Linda was delivered from it. Before leaving her graveside side, we broke out with one of her favorite songs, “I’ll Fly Away.” What a send off!

Lastly, is one very special lady. She holds a permanent place in my heart I have known this lady for almost 13 years. I would like to introduce this sweet angel lady named, Jay. Jay is on the far right in the above photo.

If you could take an empty bowl, add sweetness of spirit, prayers that could take down a giant, talent with the piano, love that knows no bounds and sprinkle it with a smile that would melt a heart, and add a generous helping for unwavering faith and friendship, you would have Jay.

Jay encounter with cancer was being delivered through her circumstances. She was diagnosed in 1991 with a lump, followed by surgery and chemo. In the years that I have known Jay (with no exception) any time anyone diagnosed with cancer [especially breast cancer], Jay would walk through the process with the person. I watched her counsel, comfort and cry with those as she accompanied them on their journey through cancer. Because she had experienced the treatment (including a mastectomy), Jay surpassed the role of a “go to” person. Jay’s love of God, her unwavering faith in prayer and love of God’s people made her a formidable warrior against cancer. Jay shared this with me today. She said not long after her surgery, she was in church. It was dark as she sat in prayer asking God a very important question: “Please tell, God, am I healed?” Jay says that her entire body began to burn all over. She knew that God had responded and had healed her.

Hopefully, now, you understand why the “Whip Cancer” campaign has been in the forefront of my blog and in my heart. Rest assured there will come a day when cancer will be drop-kicked into the abyss by Jesus. But, in the meantime, know that if you or someone you know is or has had cancer that it is not delivered by an angry God. Our God does not cause cancer! Trust the truth that our God will continue to move in His sovereignty and faithfulness. Whether we are delivered to it – through it – or from it God is all over it!

“I will sing of the LORD’s great love forever;
with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known
through all generations. I will declare that your love stands firm forever,
that you have established your faithfulness in heaven itself.”

Psalm 89:1-2

Let me say to each of you that I do not regret one second of the journey with these ladies. Yes, it was painful, yes, I thought I would never get over their leaving us, but that is where faith in God kicks in and carries you to it, through and from it! If you are hurting, hold onto the one who loves you with a forever love! And, for those who are delivered to it and through it, celebrate them! Zephaniah 3:17 tells about that love of God. Read it and soak it in...it is true! God loves you and them that much!

Being Delivered Through It - Joyce's Story

As promised earlier this month in my blog, I mentioned that I would be sharing stories of friends and family members who have had an ecounter with cancer. I believe what Beth Moore has often taught, "God delivers us in three ways in our circumstances. The first way is that He can deliver us to it." My blog of being diagnosed with inoperable bone cancer is an example of that deliverance.

"The second way God delivers us in our circumstance" Beth says, "is that God delivers us through our circumstance." Over the next week or so, I will be sharing with you stories of people who have impacted my life as they have been delivered through their circumstances. I continue to believe that unless we put a face to a disease, it really isn't a real thing. Cancer is real. Here is a story of a dear and precious lady whom I love and admire. Steve and I have been friends of this family for over almost 17 years. It is Joyce's daughter, Sandra Capelle who has written her mom's story of being delivered through her circumstances. The picture is of Joyce and two of her daughters, Janie (on Joyce's left) and Sandra (on Joyce's right)Here is Joyce's story.

My mother, Joyce Rabensburg, is an amazing woman. At 84 she played her last tennis tournament in Europe. Macular degeneration robbed her of her central vision and she had to step off the court. She is an avid gardener and loves to take walks with her rescued greyhound, Bessie.

In March of 2011, she moved back to Austin after living for 3 years with my sister in Waco. She is living in a wonderful and small assisted living facility now near me and has found a new life there. Two weeks after arriving, she told me she had found a lump in her right breast. As I had already gotten an appointment with her primary care physician, we were able to have him check this out quickly. He also expressed concern and we were on the path of more doctors, scans, and biopsies. When they called with confirmation that it was cancer all I could think of was “how do you tell your 91 year old mom she has cancer?” It just didn't see fair! She should be in the time of her life to just relax and enjoy each day. If I could have taken this on for her, I would have. Mom just said, “OK, what do we do now?” We were directed to an incredible surgeon whom we just fell in love with. This woman was clear in her words to Mom and gave us such confidence.

Two weeks after finding the lump, Mom had a mastectomy of her right breast. For her, the mastectomy was the better choice as she would not have to face radiation or chemotherapy. Four days after the surgery, she decided she had had enough “laying around” and she was up and dressed and checking on the rest of the residents. While she was uncomfortable, she was never in any real pain. At one week, she got the staples out. At two weeks, she got the drain out and pronounced that she was fine now and asked what else could we do for the day. We went to get her hair done and then to the shop for a bra with prosthesis as Mom didn't want to look unbalanced. This was a so “my mom’ as the lady explained that most women don't come in for a bra for 5-6 weeks. When we left (with 2 bras) she looked at me and said, ”I don't think much slows her down, does it?”

Mother is doing incredibly well. While some blood work appeared to indicate more cancer, all subsequent scans have shown her to be completely cancer free. She is back walking half a mile a day and taking care of her plants and many birds.

Both Mother’s parents and her sister died around 60 years of age from cancer. She always thought she'd be dead by 60, so after her 60^th birthday she tells the story that she had to decide what she would do now that she wasn't dead or dying! For me, her life is an inspiration and I pray that when I am 91 I am half the woman my mother is.

Because I said so!...Recipe -The Best Ever Pork Chops (you choose!)

Do you ever experience the frustrating event when a decision has been made...you consider it settled...but your child doesn't. The ever present "Why?" question hits like incoming artillery. One might think that the more persistent the question intensity would result in a favorable outcome for the child. The frustration level moves higher and higher on both sides. In absolute finality you finally said, "I said, no!" The child ask again, "But, why?" To that, you respond, "Because I said so!"

It is the hope until that moment that there might be a change in the decision. Like...okay, yes! While that may temporarily work great in the child's opinion, it really isn't the right solution. Long-term, it would be detrimental for both parent and child. So, with that history and understanding, I sit and wait on God. Mind you, I am NOT understanding this season but I am thanking Him and being obedient as I wait. Why? Because He said so.

Do not get me wrong - my life is not unbearable. There is no dark or sad or even fearful event looming over us. We are really basically in good shape. My sweet husband is happy and fulfilled in what he is doing. My Pampered Chef business is good. God is blessing our socks off. So, why be grumpy? Because this season I am in is one of pain...physical pain...and we don't know why!

One night last week my sweet, sweet (awesome doesn't even cover it) husband hugged me and said, "What is the pain like?" I looked at him through tears streaming down my cheeks and said, "Unbearable." It was then we decided to cancel our plans for a weekend-filled time with our family. While it was the right decision, it didn't feel right. It felt wrong to me and it felt wrong to a granddaughter who was waiting on us to help celebrate her birthday. It felt wrong to two little girls who were counting on their grandparents sharing a "painting event" at their school. You know what, it still feels wrong.

Since that decision, have undergone a nuclear bone scan, x-rays of back and right leg. So far no word from the doctor as to the results of the tests. Waiting...hmmmm....

When things seem out of control and I have laid EVERYTHING down at the feet of Jesus, I leave it there. Then, I get up and go to the kitchen! That is my habitat...my sanctuary...the place where serving others happens.

With my sweet honey in mind, grabbed a receipe and opted to serve him a surprise dinner. He was surprised and happy! It was good to be somewhat "normal" sitting at the table with him and enjoying him try yet another new recipe. I told you he is wonderful! Served up last night for dinner was Apple & Sage Pork Chops, fresh green beans, baked sweet potato (with cinnamon sugar sprinkles) and for dessert - Jiffy Cookies - made by honey (wait until you see the picture below!) Amazing!!!

Here is the recipe for the Apple & Sage Pork Chops. However, after this recipe, I am going to post another option for Pork Chops. While the first recipe was tasty, I really prefer the second recipe. Why? Because I said so!

Here goes: Recipe # 1

1 1/2 tsp. rubbed sage
1 tsp. minced garlic

1 tsp. thyme leaves (chopped)

1/2 tsp. ground allspice

1/2 tsp. paprika

1 tbsp. flour

1 tsp. salt

4 boneless pork chops, 1" thick (about 1/4 lbs.)

2 tbsp. olive oil

1 medium onion, thinly sliced

2 red apples, thinly sliced

1/2 cup apple juice

1 tbsp. brown sugar

Step One - MIX flour, all of the spcies and salt in a small bowl. I found a prep bowl from Pampered Chef worked nicely. Sprinkle both sides of the pork chops with 1 tablespoon of the seasoned flour.

Step Two -- COOK pork chops i hot oil in large skillet (I used my 12" skillet) on medium-high heat until browned on both sides. Remove from skillet. Add onion; cook and stir 3 minutes or until tender. Add apples; cook and stir 2 minutes.
Step Three - STIR in juice, sugar and remaining seasoned flour until well mixed. Return pork chops to skillet. Bring to boil. Reduce heat to low; cover and simmer 5 minutes or until desired doneness.

Recipe #2

Apple Cider Glazed Pork Chops

For brine:

1 (one gallon size) re-sealable plastic bag

½ cup lightly packed brown sugar

1/3 cup kosher salt

1 or 2 medium garlic cloves, minced

1 tablespoon freshly ground black pepper

4 thick cut pork chops, trimmed (about 5 ounces each)

1-2 tablespoons vegetable oil for frying

For glaze:

4 shallots, thinly sliced

1 tablespoon olive oil

½ teaspoon salt

1 cup white wine

1 teaspoon fresh rosemary, chopped

14 teaspoon dried thyme

1/2 teaspoon hot pepper sauce

½ teaspoon arrowroot or 1 teaspoon cornstarch

1 tablespoon white wine or water

salt to taste

2 tablespoons Calvados

thin slices of apple

2 tablespoons maple syrup, optional

Dissolve sugar and salt in 1 cup hot water. Pour into a large re-sealable plastic bag with the garlic and pepper, adding an additional 3 cups cold water. Place re-sealable bag into shallow pan. Add pork chops to the brine. Seal the bag, pressing out as much air as possible. Brine chops in solution for one hour. Remove pork chops from brine, pat dry. If you choose not to cook the chops immediately after brining, remove them from the brine; pat them dry with paper towels. Refrigerate them on a wire rack, uncovered to allow to dry for up to four hours.

Meanwhile, begin preparing glaze: Caramelize shallots VERY SLOWLY in olive oil with a pinch of salt, about 15 minutes. Add apple juice, 1 cup wine, half of the rosemary, thyme, oregano, hot pepper sauce, and vinegar. Over high heat, reduce to ½. Make slurry by mixing arrowroot or cornstarch and the tablespoon of wine or water. Add to reduced sauce mixture, bring to a boil, to thicken slightly, then remove from heat. Correct seasonings. Set aside.

Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Place in the oven to preheat, a shallow pan large enough to hold the chops in a single layer. In a large skillet, heat oil over medium high heat. Saute’ chops in skillet about two minutes per side, until crust forms. Brush presentation or top side with maple syrup if desired. Transfer chops to heated pan in preheated oven, roast to internal temperature of 125-127 degrees.

While this recipe seems more involved, it really is the better recipe and you will love the flavor! I serve this with garlic potatoes and a spring green salad with pine nuts.

And now the dessert! The pink card beside the cookie is a 4 x 6 index card. It will give you some idea of the size of the man-size cookies my sweet angel man made last night! They may be huge but they are really good! Look for recipe of Jiffy Cookie's in this month's posts. Enjoy!