Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Oh, Yes, There is a New Day Coming

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Happy Christmas

I came across this today from Glass is Life. Look forward to a summer day with friends. Wait! Why not do this during the holidays with cranberry, pomegranate, limes, oranges.... Think I will. Happy Christmas!

Monday, August 20, 2012

I read this today.Uses of Coconut Oil. I can say yes to coconut oil. My skin is so sensitive I was having a very hard time finding any type of lotion or cream. Even many "natural" lotions would cause my skin to burn, itch, break out. So, I bought some organic coconut oil. It is the ONLY thing I use as a lotion. Cooking well, I don't like the taste of coconut. Been using it in baking and making granolas for those in the family that like coconut flavor..

Friday, August 17, 2012

We Mount Our Loads and Rest in Him

A dear close friend of over 30 years posted this today. She carries the pain of losing her four year old  granddaughter from a freakish accident only 3 months ago. Her heart hurts watching her daughter, son -in-law and granddaughter, 6 year old sister of the four year old, go through the heart pain of missing P. My friend teaches high school algebra. School has started. Everyday's spin by. I was encouraged by her email to me today. Here is part of what she sent.  


Cast Your Burdens Upon God
"Look from the top" (Song of Solomon 4:8).
Crushing weights give the Christian wings. It seems like a contradiction in terms, but it is a blessed truth. David out of some bitter experience cried: "Oh, that I had wings like a dove! Then would I fly away, and be at rest" (Ps. 55:6). But before he finished this meditation he seems to have realized that his wish for wings was a realizable one. For he says, "Cast thy burden upon Jehovah, and he will sustain thee."
The word "burden" is translated in the Bible margin, "what he (Jehovah) hath given thee." The saints' burdens are God-given; they lead him to "wait upon Jehovah," and when that is done, in the magic of trust, the "burden" is metamorphosed into a pair of wings, and the weighted one "mounts up with wings as eagles.  --Sunday School Times

One day when walking down the street,
On business bent, while thinking hard
About the "hundred cares" which seemed
Like thunder clouds about to break
In torrents, Self-pity said to me:
"You poor, poor thing, you have too much
To do. Your life is far too hard.
This heavy load will crush you soon."
A swift response of sympathy
Welled up within. The burning sun
Seemed more intense. The dust and noise
Of puffing motors flying past
With rasping blast of blowing horn
Incensed still more the whining nerves,
The fabled last back-breaking straw
To weary, troubled, fretting mind.
"Ah, yes, 'twill break and crush my life;
I cannot bear this constant strain
Of endless, aggravating cares;
They are too great for such as I."
So thus my heart condoled itself,
"Enjoying misery," when lo!
A "still small voice" distinctly said,
"Twas sent to lift you--not to crush."
I saw at once my great mistake.
My place was not beneath the load
But on the top! God meant it not
That I should carry it. He sent
It here to carry me. Full well
He knew my incapacity
Before the plan was made. He saw
A child of His in need of grace
And power to serve; a puny twig
Requiring sun and rain to grow;
An undeveloped chrysalis;
A weak soul lacking faith in God.
He could not help but see all this
And more. And then, with tender thought
He placed it where it had to grow--
Or die. To lie and cringe beneath
One's load means death, but life and power
Await all those who dare to rise above.
Our burdens are our wings; on them
We soar to higher realms of grace;
Without them we must roam for aye
On planes of undeveloped faith,
(For faith grows but by exercise in circumstance impossible).
Oh, paradox of Heaven. The load We think will crush was sent to lift us Up to God! Then, soul of mine, Climb up! for naught can e'er be crushed Save what is underneath the weight. How may we climb! By what ascent Shall we surmount the carping cares Of life! Within His word is found The key which opes His secret stairs; Alone with Christ, secluded there, We mount our loads, and rest in Him. --Miss Mary Butterfield

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Birthday and Cobbler

Hanging out on the front porch waiting for cobbler.

The cupcake lights were festive. I put them up for the grandchildren to enjoy more than for  Papa.  He did like them though.

Ice cream cups ready to be layered with cobbler and ice cream.

Peach cobbler. I made an apple cobbler too. 

The cobblers were too hot for the candle.

So I lit the candle and held it for David to make a wish.

Birthday big boy. Now 57.

Oh yes. Some of each. Peach and apple cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream.

The rest of the family are quick to follow. 
Happy Birthday to you, David, Dad, Papa.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

~Ola Belle Reed and Lansing~

Spent a beautiful, pleasant day in Lansing by the creek. 

Ate one of the best pizzas we have ever eaten in a restaurant. Small home town place. 

If ever over in Lansing, NC stop by.

Walked over to the community park to listen to some good blue-grass music.

Enjoyed watching,children dance and  a couple of sweet big dogs. 

Then we adventured on some mountain back roads. The Blue Ridge of southern Appalachia sure is beautiful.

I enjoyed my husband, David's birthday eve.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Keep silence...
be mute...
if you have not yet 
become the tongue of God,
be an ear...


Friday, August 3, 2012

You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.
- Dita Von Teese

Monday, July 30, 2012

Birthday Eve by the Creek

My daughter- in- law, Meredith knew how much I identified with this video Stick Twist Bread.  Please watch the video first. This is how my family recreated this for me on my 55th birthday. Thank you so much for such a rich evening. The following is a little long. Since it is my birthday... I can do this.
The fire is readied by Josiah . The table is prepared.

I am presented with this wonderful whole wheat bread dough.
I was doing one of my most favorite things in the world. The earth smell and touch of  home made bread dough. Best of all! Doing this by a creek.
I cried from joy rolling out the dough for our stick bread with Malachi and Selah. 
We "baked" our bread over an open fire on sticks.
I wish you could smell this

Honey butter, dough ready for more sticks, some already baked


Marcus took much time with his bread. It was a piece of art.

Our wonderful dinner in the woods by the creek

My birthday homemade, hand pitted cherry, whole wheat pie sweeten with honey waits.

Malachi's bread is wrapped and ready.

What a restful sound

Daddy and daughter hanging over the creek.
Fun sitting on  a rock in the creek

The sun is setting. Our bellies are full...almost...there is that pie still waiting on by the creek.

My prayer as I blow out the candles.  Peace, joy, health, blessings to my family.

The family insisted I get some alone time swaying over the creek.  I was soon joined for some cuddle time. We covered ourselves with the sides of the hammock hid away and pretended to float.

I asked for the camera to catch my view from the creek as I swayed. You can tell from the blur. 

View from the hammock on my right.
View from the hammock on my left. 

What a way to end my 54th year and begin my 55th.

Monday, July 23, 2012

A Prayer: written by George MacDonald

O Thou, what keeps the stars alight,
And my soul burning with a light
Above that of the stars,
Grant that it may shine before Thee a
s the stars forever and ever.
And as Thou holds the stars
Burning in the night,
When there's no one to see,
So hold Thou the light
Burning in my soul,
When I see neither Thee, nor it,
But am buried in the grave
Of sleep and forgetfulness....

Grant that more and more thoughts of Thy thinking,
May come into my heart day by day,
Until there shall be at last an open road
Between Thee and my soul,
And Thy angels may ascend and descend upon me,
So that I may be in Thy heaven,
Even while I am upon Thy earth:

"David Elginbrod"

Monday, June 25, 2012

Stick Twist Bread

I really, really enjoyed watching this. They gave the title Stick Twist Bread. I see Communion.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Wildwood

This may be a little long but hey!, this is the the short version of the evening.  We have the best neighbors.

Gracie wants what Malachi has.

Three neighbor households get together

Olive gives Malachi a hug. He doesn't know what to think of it. 

Some of the children

Neighbor Mark, host, garden wall

Cooking the chicken.

Bry and new baby Emmie Lou

Marcus and Anna

Mom, daughter, and a blurry son, quickly sticking his head in the picture.

At Mark's 

Time to eat!