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Mission Unaccomplished

I’m a lady on a mission. I’m contemplating how to make a homemade sweet potato pie for my boss for the holidays. I started working for the man fifteen years ago. He is a dream boss. God gave me the desire of my heart when I prayed to be able to work alongside my husband in business and then he gave us a dream boss. Over the years our association with him has been pleasant, fair and rewarding. He has taken us along with other co-workers on wonderful vacations to the Bahamas, Hawaii, Cabo San Lucas, Costa Rica and a Mexican Riviera Cruise. And all I’m doing to give back is baking him a homemade pie? It’s not just any pie. Dream Boss is from the south. When he grew up in Georgia, he enjoyed Sweet Potato Pie. He talks about it often. He pronounces it “pa”. I heard my husband promise this southern gent a pie on the phone this morning to be delivered by the weekend! So I’ve got a week to find a recipe. One of these days I’m planning to get together with Jackie from Fresh Oil Today who hails

Passing Through Baca

There’s a place between point A and point B, point B being where you arrive, that I saw in scripture this week. It is a valley and you weep there. Psalm 84 talks about this place. Starting with verse 5 the psalm says: 5 Blessed are those whose strength is in You, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage. 6 As they pass through the Valley of Baka, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. 7 They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion . Baca is a place. It is described in the Bible dictionary as meaning “Balsam tree” or “weeping”. It describes a person forced to go through a time of weeping and found that God turned tears into a well, providing water! Just think of that. When I drive to California from Arizona to visit my kids, I have to pass through hours and hours of desolate desert. In this arid place, I make it through to the other side by listening to encouraging sermons or playing my favorite praise songs in my CD player. Anot

Friday Funnies ~ Parrot

Laughing is a good exercise after all those calories at dinner yesterday. Here's a funny story my daughter sent me. She is the only one who really understands my frustration with my very old cockatiel that I've had for 30 years and he drives me nuts with his loud squaking especially when the house is noisy! A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird's' mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary. Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. John, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicke

Tonk-oo

For breakfast this morning, my husband was served pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon with tomato juice. I took him into town at 5:30 a.m. and Denny's served him a complimentary breakfast because today is not only Thanksgiving Day, it is his birthday. Okay, I'm not a big spender, but I'm thankful today that Denny's is always open, gives you a free breakfast on your birthday and celebrates with you! On the way back home, we stopped at the grocery store and my hubby ran in for a can of evaporated milk so that I can make a pumpkin pie this morning. I stayed in the car with the heater full blast on this very cold morning and warmed up to the beautiful testimonies of thanksgiving that poured out of the Christian radio station. One story in particular gripped my heart. A father spoke of taking his three-year old little boy on a camping trip and was amazed at how grateful his little one was over the smallest thing. How unusual for a three-year old who typically thinks

Shaking the 'Tude

I had just noticed the opened box of pasta that fell in my pantry and spilled everywhere when the phone rang. There I stood in the walk-in pantry picking up handfuls of spaghetti and talking to my husband simultaneously. He heard the irritation in my voice and urged me to cheer up; “it’s only spaghetti,” he said. I was on my way out the door planning to wash my car and do some gardening on a beautiful sunny afternoon! Time ran out to do the gardening, but my pantry got swept clean and organized! While washing my car I adjusted my attitude. It really was “only spaghetti.” Whining! It will spiral you down every time! I noticed this past week in my study time that God provided so many miracles for the Children of Israel in the desert yet they whined and complained because they missed their former lifestyle in Egypt. I exclaimed: “Yeah, but you were in slavery!” to an empty room. And yet, I’m guilty of that too. What about Jonah? Here he is a man of God complaining because the vine that Go

Friday Funnies

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP. I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP. THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE, BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT. TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION, THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION. SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR, AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE. GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES, PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES. I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND, 'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND. I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY, WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE. BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES.... HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE. MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP. MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP. MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS. MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE, MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!! F

If Stones Could Talk

Remember the former things, those of long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me. I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say, ‘My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.’ Isa 46: 9,10 I am feeling like God’s spoiled child this morning. He has proven His faithfulness, kindness and love to me over and over but as the challenges of life build one upon another, I forget! Last night our Life Group reviewed the above Isaiah scripture and our discussion led to the amazing account of the memorial stones of the Children of Israel in Joshua, Chapters 3 and 4. The Children of Israel were led in the desert for forty years under the excellent leadership of Moses and Joshua. They were in the last stretch of the journey and were tipped off that now it was time to cross the Jordan River. This will not be for sissies. Lions hide in the turns and curves of the vegetation along that river. And wouldn’t you kn

Friday Funnies ~ Holiday Pies!

I bet you're planning your holiday menu. Here's a great baking tip from Grandma when it comes to making a holiday pie. For more funnies, go to Homesteader's Heart . Have a nice, fall weekend everyone!

Spiritual Sundays ~ A Rose By Any Other Name

My husband shared his years of research about the Lord’s name with our friends at Life Group last Friday. “We call him Jesus” he said, “But technically, His real Jewish name is Yeshua. " “Jesus was most likely never called ‘Jesus’ during his 33 years on this earth. For example, our little granddaughter, Susanna, tries to call my wife Grammy, but it comes out Groggy. Trust me, there isn’t anything Groggy wouldn’t do for this little princess. All she has to do is ask! Likewise, when we pray in the name of Jesus, our savior Yeshua hears and answers us.” This past week our church hosted a Holy Spirit Seminar. I attended the night the teaching was about prayer. As the speaker presented his foundational points, he mentioned that some people don’t pray much for fear that they may pray wrongly. To explain that point, he used an excellent illustration. He said that when a toddler speaks, we may not always know what he is saying, but if his parents are in the room, they know! It is that way

Friday Funnies ~ Doormats!

Welcome to another edition of Friday Funnies, hosted by Kim at Homesteader's Heart ! No need to take off your shoes before you enter, but a good idea to wipe your feet on my new doormats. What do you think of them? Hugs to all of you who drop by and have a wonderful day!