Thursday, April 12, 2012
Mommy's Little Shadow
19 Things That The Talking Heads On Television Are Being Strangely Silent About
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Doodle Love
Kitchen Cupboard Medicine
Sigh.....
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Happy Resurrection Day!
Below is a link to an excellent article that provides a history (from Biblical and secular sources) of the beginnings of the Mother-Son cult that began at Nimrod's tower in Babel.
"Where Did Easter Get Its Name? Where Did the Concept of an Easter Egg and Bunny Originate?"
This article does an excellent job of laying its history. After reading it carefully, consider these scriptures that deal with the Mother-Son Cult:
I will be remembering Christ's resurrection with my family and my church tomorrow. The Bible actually gives the church 2 ordinances by which to remember Christ's death and His resurrection, and that is through The Lord's Supper (His death) and Believer's Baptism (His resurrection). [Incidentally, we are not commanded to mark His birth, although we're not told NOT to.]
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Class Dismissed
- shelter my children from evil and guard their innocence (Rom. 16:19; I Cor. 14:20)
- pass along my faith (I Tim. 1:5 and 3:15) in a walk-along, talk-along manner (Deut. 6:6-9)
- customize socialization (Prov. 13:20; I Cor. 15:33)
- avoid ungodly teachers that will undermine their faith (Psalm 1:1; Jer. 10:2; I Tim. 6:20, 21)
- cultivate a perfect heart and a willing mind (I Chron. 28:9)
- order their education priorities: faith THEN virtue THEN knowledge (2 Pet. 1:5-8)
- not give to Caesar that which belongs to the Lord (Ezekiel 16:20-21; Matt. 22:21)
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
A good time was had by all!
When you pray, pray for this woman.
I love the way his head nestles in the crook of my neck. I love the way his face falls into a mask of eager concentration when I help him learn the alphabet. But most of all, I simply love hearing his little voice calling: 'Mummy, Mummy.'
It reminds me of just how blessed I am. The truth is that I very nearly missed out on becoming a mother - thanks to being brought up by a rabid feminist who thought motherhood was about the worst thing that could happen to a woman.
You see, my mum taught me that children enslave women. I grew up believing that children are millstones around your neck, and the idea that motherhood can make you blissfully happy is a complete fairytale.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1021293/How-mothers-fanatical-feminist-views-tore-apart-daughter-The-Color-Purple-author.html#ixzz1qzGQWM92
Monday, April 2, 2012
Monumentally Disappointed
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Can She Cook?
I dedicate this post to my own personal redneck, whom I have loved (and cooked for) for 18 years!
Friday, March 30, 2012
Room With a View
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
The Care and Torture of Caterpillars
My Bear of a Blog
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Why Ron Paul?
Saturday, January 7, 2012
The Modernist Preacher Entering Hell
He preached his twisted doctrines to people in the pews.
He would not hurt their feelings, whate'er the cost would be,
But for their smiles and friendship and compliments sought he.
His church was filled with wicked souls that should be saved from sin,
But never once he showed the way or tried a soul to win.
He preached about the lovely birds that twitter in the trees,
The babl'ing of the running brooks, the murm'ring of the seas.
He quoted fancy poetry that tickled list'ning ears
When sorrow came to some, he tried to laugh away their tears.
His smooth and slipp'ry sermons made the people slide to hell.
The harm he did by preaching goes beyond what we can tell.
He took our Holy Bible, and preached it full of holes,
The Virgin Birth, said he can't be believed by honest souls,
The miracles of Jesus and the resurrection tale
For educated ones like us, today, cannot avail.
We're living in an age, said he, when wisdom rules and reigns,
When man's intelligence is great and superstition wanes.
He said, we're all God's children who live upon this earth,
No message of salvation, no need of second birth.
His coat was bought with money that he had wrongly gained,
For through his twisted sermons his wealth he had obtained.
He was just like the Roman soldiers that watched at Jesus' grave,
For money in abundance, to them, the people gave;
It all was theirs by telling what was a sinful lie -
A resurrected Savior, they, too, were to deny.
The day at last had come for the minister to die,
When to his congregation, he had to say good-bye.
His form lay cold and lifeless, his ministry was past,
His tongue with all its poison was hushed and stilled at last.
His funeral was grand; he was lauded to the skies-
They preached him into heaven where there are no good-byes.
Upon the lonely hill, underneath the shady trees,
His form was laid to rest in the whisp'ring of the breeze.
A tombstone was erected with words: "He is at rest,
He's gone to heaven's glories to live among the blest."
His body now is lifeless, but Ah! His soul lives on,
He failed to enter in where they thought that he had gone.
The letters on the tombstone or that sermon some had heard,
Could not decide his destiny, 'twas not the final word.
He still had God to deal with, the one who knows the heart;
While others entered heaven, he heard the word, "Depart."
He pauses for a moment upon the brink of hell;
He stares into a depth where he evermore will dwell.
He hears the cries and groanings of souls he had misled,
He recognizes faces among the screaming dead.
He sees departed deacons which he had highly praised.
Their fingers pointing at him as they their voices raised:
"You stood behind the pulpit, and lived in awful sin,
We took you for a saint, but a liar you have been."
Accusing cries! He hears them, "Ah! You have been to blame,
You led us into darkness when you were seeking fame."
"You preached your deadly doctrine, we thought you knew the way.
We fed you and we clothed you, we even raised your pay.
You've robbed us of a home where no tear-drops ever flow,
Where days are always fair and the heav'nly breezes blow.
Where living streams are flowing, and saints and Angels sing,
Where every one is happy, and Hallelujahs ring.
We're in this place of torment, from which no soul returns;
We hear the cry of lost ones, we feel the sizzling burns;
Give us a drop of water, we're tortured in this flame;
You failed to preach salvation to us through Jesus' Name."
The preacher turns in horror, he tries to leave the scene,
He knows the awful future for every soul unclean,
But there he meets the devil, whom he has served so well,
He feels the demon powers as they drag him into hell.
Throughout eternal ages, his groans, too, must be heard-
He, too, must suffer torment-he failed to heed God's Word.
He feels God's wrath upon him, he hears the hot flames roar,
His doctrine now is different, he ridicules no more.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
This is so amazing!
Friday, December 16, 2011
Santa Pause:A Biblical Perspective by Rev. Justin Peters
read the entire article here:
Santa Pause: A Biblical Perspective by Rev. Justin Peters
here is an excerpt:
The truth of Santa's history is hard to know for certain, but there certainly seems to be enough evidence to make plausible the theory that his origins are not quite as genteel as popularly imagined. Though Santa's origins may be of interest to some, for the vast majority of people, Santa is about as far from ominous as one could get. He is a gentle, roly-poly, grandfatherly figure who gives good gifts to children once a year. What could possibly be the harm? Right?
Characteristics and Attributes
We now get to the meat of the matter. This is where I must ask you as much as possible to put aside personal preferences, majority opinion, tradition and preconceived notions in general dealing with Santa Claus. Here is where I ask that you consider the following information from a purely biblical point of view. In this section we will examine who Santa is and Who God is. We will look at his characteristics and attributes and compare them to God's characteristics and attributes. Until this past year I had never given this much thought at all. In fact, just a little over a year ago I was in much more need of reading an article such as this, not writing it. I invite you now, though, to join me as we "take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ" (2 Cor. 10:5) and consider if there is biblical warrant for us to give Santa, pause.
Eternal – Santa is often portrayed as having a wife, but never a mother or father. He seems to have no real beginning and certainly no end. He's just always been around and always will be. Eternality is one of God's attributes. As with all of His attributes, eternality is uniquely His. He is the great I AM. He has always been and always will be (Ex. 3:15; Is. 41:4; 43:13; Ps. 90:1-2; Col. 1:16-17; Rev. 1:8).
Immutable – Closely related to his eternality, Santa is also, apparently, immutable. In other words, he does not change. Year after year after year on December 24th he boards his sleigh and makes his appointed rounds with just as much energy, enthusiasm and strength as he has in years past. Time seems to stand still for Santa. Unlike all of the other created plants, animals and we humans who grow old and undergo decay, Santa appears immune from the passage of time and the curse of the Fall. He never gets sick, never tires, and never seems to age. God is also immutable (Mal. 3:6; Hebrews 6:17; 13:8; James 1:17).
Omnipresent – Santa is, in effect, everywhere at the same time. True, he does go from one house to another to another but he visits every child's house in the world all in one night. In my research I came across a rather humorous engineering analysis of Santa's feat of flying. Assuming that Santa does not visit Buddhist, Hindu, or Islamic children, etc. he still manages to visit some 91.8 million homes in one night. Just to be generous, this author[5] allowed Santa a full 24 hours with an additional 6 provided by different time zones with the assumption of east to west travel. According to this author, Santa must visit 822.6 homes per second so, for all intents and purposes, we can say that he is omnipresent. Humor aside, omnipresence is one of God's attributes. He is limited neither by space nor time and is everywhere present in His fullness (Deut. 4:39; 1 Kgs. 8:27; Ps. 139:8; Jer. 23:23-24; Eph. 1:23).
Omniscient – This is one of Santa's creepier attributes. He seemingly knows everything. Consider the words of John Coots and Haven Gillespie's 1934 song "Santa Clause is Coming to Town:" He knows if you've been sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake. From his home at the North Pole Santa possesses the ability to know when each and every child (and presumably adult) on earth is sleeping and awake. Compare Santa's power with that of God: Proverbs 15:3, "The eyes of the Lord are in every place, keeping watch on the evil and the good." Eerily similar, is it not? Santa knows our behavior and is apparently qualified to make judgments as to its meritorious value. He sees all and knows all. Omniscience is also one of God's unique attributes (Job 21:22; Ps. 33:13-15; 139:1-4; Mat. 6:4).
Goodness – Santa is portrayed as kind, gentle, jovial and good via his authority to determine which children have been "bad or good." "Good" is a word that we often use to describe everything from people to some desired outcome or to fried chicken. Some will undoubtedly think I am stretching here, but describing Santa as "good" is problematic when coupled with all of the other divine attributes ascribed to him. God's standard of goodness is moral perfection and complete obedience as measured by the Ten Commandments. None of us measure up to that standard. We have all sinned (Rom. 3:23) and all of us have hearts that are "deceitful above all things and desperately wicked" (Jer. 17:9). The Apostle Paul knew that "nothing good dwells" in us (Rom. 7:18) and that there are "none good, no not one" (Rom 3:10-11). Except Santa. Santa is good by his nature. This, too, is in direct opposition to Scripture. In a statement affirming His own deity, Jesus told the rich young ruler plainly, "No one is good except God alone" (Mark 10:18). God's goodness (His omnibenevolence) is original to Him and is not possessed by any of the fallen created order (Ps. 52:1; 107:8; 119:68; 1 Jn. 1:5). Santa's "goodness" separates him from every other created thing and puts him in the class of God.
Gift Giver – That Santa gives gifts to good children and leaves lumps of coal for the bad is inextricably tied to his goodness. Only One who is intrinsically good by character and nature is truly qualified to make judgments about good and bad behavior and render the appropriate rewards and punishments. Aside from this, though, Santa's activity all year is for him and his elves (ponder that Santa has elves and God has angels) to create toys for worldwide distribution. He is a gift giver and gives with no expectation of anything in return (save for the milk and cookies dutifully left by children). In this aspect, too, Santa looks just like God. God is the only true gift giver because only He gives with truly pure motives. He gives light (Gen 1:3), He gives man the fruit of his labor (Ecc. 3:13), He gives individual personal abilities (1 Cor. 7:7), He gives love (2 Tim. 1:6-7), He gives spiritual gifts (Rom. 11:29), He gives faith and repentance (Heb. 12:2 and Acts 5:30,31; 11:17; 2 Tim. 2:24-26 respectively) for the gift of salvation (Eph. 2:8-9) in the Gift of His Son, Jesus Christ (Jn. 3:16). God is not only the ultimate gift giver, but it also the only true gift giver for "every good thing and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights" (James 1:17).
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
WHO AM I?
country. I was not his only child. He fathered several children with
numerous women. I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no
interest in me.
My mother died at an early age from cancer. Although my father deserted me
and my mother raised me, I later wrote a book idolizing my father, not my
mother.
Later in life, questions arose over my real name. My birth records were
sketchy. No one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth
certificate.
I grew up practicing one faith but converted to Christianity, as it was
widely accepted in my new country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs
and didn't follow Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.
I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising
myself as someone who really cared about them.
That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life and
embarked on a new career. I wrote a book about my struggles growing up. It
was clear to those who read my memoirs, that I had difficulties accepting
that my father abandoned me as a child.
I became active in local politics in my 30's then, with help behind the
scenes, I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office
in my 40's. They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into
anything.
I had a virtually non-existent resume, little work history, and no
experience in leading a single organization. Yet I was a powerful speaker
and citizens were drawn to me, as though I were a magnet and they were small
roofing tacks. I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances.
This bolstered my ego.
At first, my political campaign focused on my country's foreign policy...I
was very critical of my country in the last war, and seized every
opportunity to bash my country. But what launched my rise to national
prominence was my views on the country's economy. I pretended to have a
really good plan on how we could do better, and every poor person would be
fed and housed for free.
I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess. It was the
free market, banks and corporations. I decided to start making citizens hate
them and, if they became envious of others who did well, the plan was
clinched tight. I called mine "A People's Campaign". That sounded good to
all people. I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the
traditional path of politics and was able to gain widespread popular
support.
I knew that, if I merely offered the people 'hope', together we could change
our country and the world. So, I started to make my speeches sound like they
were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include "persecuted
minorities".
My true views were not widely known and I kept them unknown, until after I
became my nation's leader. I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody
could have easily found out what I really believed, if they had simply read
my writings and examined those people I associated with. I'm glad they
didn't.
Then I became the most powerful man in the world. And then the world learned
the truth."
"Who am I?"
ADOLPH HITLER : If you were thinking of SOMEONE ELSE, you should be scared,
very scared!
The Colossal, Monstrous, Gluttonous, Ineffective, Worthless Machine Called Government Bureaucracy
1 iPod, 2 Silly Boys
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
THINK before you speak!
A Day Which Will Live In Infamy
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
So Much Fun!
Madelyn, Morning Has Broken (they really loved this piano!)
Caleb, Good Morning Blues. The residents really liked this one. They were dancing at the Alzheimer's place, but the piano was so out of tune that the video sounds bad, so I'll post this one instead.
Madelyn, Habanera from Carmen
At the Alzheimer's center, one of them asked if Madelyn could play "God Bless America", and she said she couldn't, but he started singing it anyway while she played something else. They all sang to all of the hymns. I was really proud of how they stayed focused on their playing and still enjoyed the residents as well.
Seth & KK, Heart and Soul
Seth has his first recital this Sunday. He's only been taking lessons for 2 months and is obviously not ready for performing yet, but I love his zeal. He would have been crushed if I'd told him he couldn't go, now that he has joined the ranks of "piano players" in our family. He has raced through his first book already and practices all the time, so KK worked with him to play this little duet. I'm so glad we took him! It was good for him, but also the residents fell in love with his dimples and big brown eyes. One lady walked him around and introduced him to everyone there! He loved every second of it.
Also, there were 2 piano teachers there, 1 retired and 1 still giving lessons at 90 years old! They were very encouraging to the kids.
For Sunday's recital, KK and Sis are playing (separately), 2 of my favorite pieces of music. It's been a joy to hear them practice for the past few months. For my FB friends, I've already posted these on Facebook, but I thought I'd put them here again for those who aren't. I'm so thankful for the hard work and dedication my children have put into piano. It's really paying off now.
Moonlight Sonata, Beethoven
Canon in D, Pachelbel
Thursday, November 3, 2011
I love my kids!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Your Best Life Later!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Happy Birthday, Audrey!

I made this cake for my cute little niece, Audrey.
Here she is a few weeks ago sitting with my sister in the hospital bed after her new little sister arrived. She's a spitting image of my sister, Jada. I experience déjà vu every time I look at her!

I was out of piping gel, so I couldn't do my normal little trick of tracing onto waxed paper, then transferring the picture. Therefore, this is a free hand job which is NOT my speciality. Of course, Audrey was happy so I am too!
- Posted using my iPhone
Mmmmmm!

This blog is really to myself in case it makes me sick. (Tara, you really did enjoy that pumpkin spiced coffee, and you had a sweet time sharing a cup with Bubbie while snuggling on the couch. It was worth it.)
Coffee and Bible reading used to be my favorite combination for early mornings. These days, it's coffee and prayer (prayer that I don't get sick!). I guess coffee and prayer isn't a bad combo, right?
- Posted using my iPhone
Monday, October 17, 2011
This is dedicated to my husband...
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Birth order, anyone?
"7" Was a Rough Year
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
!!

Monday, October 10, 2011
Little Sister Boot Camp
- Posted using my iPhone
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Surprise!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
On the Death of Steve Jobs
The fifty-six-year life of Steve Jobs has ended. What is the message?
First, this was the full life of one of the greatest innovators and marketing giants since Edison. He was a man who understood that the computer revolution provided an unprecedented opportunity in history to shape culture. Over the last thirty years, American culture has been shaped by Hollywood, by music videos, by Madison Avenue, by the government schools, and by Steve Jobs. It is time for Christians to take inventory of these influences and consider our response.
...continue reading the article here.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Dedicated to Gran and Nanna
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Requiem for a Cow
- no half and half in my coffee
- no pizza, tacos, lasagna, baked ziti, or homemade macaroni and cheese
- no Chinese food or rice casserole dishes
- no white chocolate cheesecake or strawberries and cream pie or dirt cake
- no ice cream or fruit dips and spreads
- no Ranch or Thousand Island salad dressings
- no pumpkin spice lattes or white chocolate mochas
- no mayonnaise, sour cream, cream cheese, or whipping cream
- no fast food or restaurants, and very little food not cooked by myself
- no gravy or creamy soups or bouillon
- no baked fish or grilled shrimp or shrimp boil
- no milk chocolate or white chocolate or crock pot candy at Christmas
- no alfredo or chowder
After 2 terrible episodes last week, I'd had just about all I could take Saturday evening. I just went to bed in tears. I'm so thankful to say that I woke up Sunday morning actually feeling good for the first time in weeks. Pain free and with energy! The Lord knew I needed that, and I'm so thankful. I'm thankful it is something I can live with and still enjoy all the blessings the Lord has given me. Living in a land where we eat 3 meals a day, it has affected me greatly, and yet, it could be much worse.
I spent this past week listening to Brahm's Requiem as I meditated and remembered all the victims and lives devastated on September 11. I found that the Requiem quite fit my overall mood for this past year. Some parts of my homemaking (and thus, my identity) are just going to have to be laid to rest. I have finally resigned myself to stop obsessing over "substitutes" for everything, and just focus on what I can eat. I guess I can stop asking Jason for that milk cow I've always wanted for fresh milk, cream, and butter. I'm not going to volunteer to cook (as I usually do), and maybe I'll finally reach that Weight Watchers goal sooner rather than later.
So, farewell, dear cow and all your dairy delights. Hopefully, I can lay a little cellulite to rest with you. (I haven't lost my sense of humor ;-))
Strawberries and Cream Pie
Ingredients:
1 qt strawberries, chopped and stems removed
3/4 c. sugar
1 envelope unflavored gelatin
1/2 c. cold water
2 tsp. lemon juice
1 c. heavy whipping cream
1 shortbread pie crust (Keebler makes these)
Directions:
1. Place mixing bowl and beaters in freezer to chill.
2. Combine strawberries and sugar. Let them sit for 15 minutes, stirring occasionally. 3. In a small saucepan, sprinkle gelatin over cold water. Let stand 1 minute, then stir over medium heat until gelatin is dissolved. (doesn't take long, don't get mixture too hot)
4. Stir gelatin mixture into strawberries.
5. Whip cream in cold bowl on high speed for 2-3 minutes or until light and fluffy.
6. Add strawberries to whipping cream and mix on low until thoroughly combined
7. Pour into pie crust and chill 4-6 hours.










