Mirror of Self

Merciful God, things surely seem overwhelming when one looks into the Mirror of Self.

Galatians 6:4-instructs each of us to examine our own works. (6:3) If we think ourselves to be something when we are nothing we deceive ourselves.

Mirror of Self means judge myself.

I must use the teachings of Jesus and His life as my standard for results. The mirror of self doesn’t lie. So pride must be within my heart. My heart must have a treasure box for my secrets that can only be revealed by my Mirror of Self.

The book of James says one may look in the mirror of self and see but walk away from the mirror and forget what they saw. For if I only hear or see but not do, I have deceived myself.

Merciful Father, may Your Light, the Light of Jesus burn so bright in our hearts that we may pray and sing with the Psalmist, (Psalm 139:23-23 (NKJV)Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, aContinue reading “Mirror of Self”

Are you Kissing or Dissing?

Have you ever thought that just maybe you might need a heart vacuum? I have many times. It would make things so much easier, don’t you think? Just drop the crumbs from your mouth, heart, face-attitude and vacuum them up. A dust buster, upright, canister or shop vac, any kind, would do.
When we starting dissing one another we need a quick way to clean up, because we are dissing our friend, Jesus, as well as others and ourselves?
Philippians 2:3-5: Message
3) Don’t push your way to the front; don’t sweet-talk your way to the top. Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. 4) Don’t be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand. 5) Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself.

How does Christ Jesus think of Himself? How do you think of yourself? How do you think of others? Are you dissing yourself? Others? If Continue reading “Are you Kissing or Dissing?”

Blueberry Crumb Pie

Enjoy a cold day with the warmth of a great, fun, easy to make blueberry pie!!!!

1 cup sugar
1 8 ounce sour cream
3 Tbsp. plain flour
1/8 tsp. salt
4 cups blueberries
1 unbaked deep dish pie crust
1 Tbsp. sugar
1/4 cup of fine dry bread crumbs
1 Tbsp. sugar
1 Tbsp. margarine (melted)

Combine first 4 ingredients; stir well. Place blueberries in pastry shell; sprinkle 1 tablespoon sugar over berries. Spread sour cream mixture over this. Combine bread crumbs, tablespoon sugar and margarine; sprinkle over top. Bake at 375 degrees for about 45 minutes or until pie is firm. Serve topped with cool whip or ice cream.
ENJOY!Continue reading “Blueberry Crumb Pie”

Gary’s cooking class

Gary’s cooking class
Just last week I attended a cooking class given to me as a Christmas present by Christopher and Tammy. I learned some new things. Now to all of you people out there that cook all the time these things may not be new.
I learned that unless you buy your seafood straight from the pier that you get fresher deep-sea fish frozen than thawed in the store. I discovered what a traditional demiglace is along with what to do with a puff pastry. I learned that you don’t have to cut your carrots and potatoes into nice 3/4” cubes to cook them. And you can just guess at how much a pinch of spice is and you don’t have to measure everything exactly. I was told something about which apples are good to bake. The only name I can remember is Granny Smith. Just use nice firm hard apples they won’t mush up when you bake them. I also learned what to do with Continue reading “Gary’s cooking class”

Set My Spirit Free

Gary and I have been in North Carolina on a short but sweet retreat. We had the great pleasure to meet and dine with Needles and Chicken- farmer and their families. And, we did have more than eggs but no fried chicken!

We had great fun with the children and the game boys. I think I could learn to play with those inspiring teachers.

Now about Needles, she sure is the straight one in our comedy trio. Chicken-farmer clucks and Needle pricks and off we all go a clucking –clucking and chuckling-chuckling.

I did take time to pen a blog of my thoughts on how important it is to have our spirits free. Joy is a vital part within our being giving us strength to live free.

SET MY SPIRIT FREE

(Jeremiah 40:1-6 MSG) “…The captain of the bodyguard singled out Jeremiah and said to him, Your God pronounced doom on this place. God cContinue reading “Set My Spirit Free”

Torn and tied in Love – God’s Tapestry

God’s Tapestry in Our Lives

I am constantly amazed at God’s handiwork. It seems we are each a thread and are intricately woven together to glorify our Lord Jesus Christ. Often after an event happens or is in the process of happening, we can see the move of God’s hand.

Just recently this has happened to me. It started last year when a dear friend of mine’s daughter-in-law was diagnosed with cancer. (I was deeply upset.) My spirit was deeply grieved. She was only 29, and I couldn’t understand why this would happen to such a vivacious young woman who had everything ahead of her including starting a family. The cancer took being a birth mother away from her. God laid her heavily on my heart, and as a result I consistently prayed, sent cards, and small gifts to help lighten her day. I knew in my heart that God had something special for this young woContinue reading “Torn and tied in Love – God’s Tapestry”

“The Hen (An Appreciation)”

This is for all our chicken farmers and friends having a love affair with the hen. You are in good company.

“The Hen (An Appreciation)” written by E. B. White* in 1944 during World War II:

“Chickens do not always enjoy an honorable position among city-bred people, although the egg, I notice, goes on and on. Right now the hen is in favor. The war has deified her and she is the darling of the home front, feted at conference tables, praised in every smoking car, her girlish ways and curious habits the topic of many an excited husbandryman to whom yesterday she was a stranger without honor or allure.

My own attachment to the hen dates from 1907, and I have been faithful to her in good times and bad. Ours has not been an easy relationship to maintain. At first, as a boy in a carefully zoned suburb, I had neighbors and police to reckon with; my chickens had to be as cloContinue reading ““The Hen (An Appreciation)””