Friday, April 18, 2014

Remembering the cost...

(scripture reference is 1 Corinthians 6:20)

Remembering the price He paid on this Good Friday.
I am His because He created me.
I am His because He redeemed me back from the enemy,
from my slavery to sin.
He is my Beloved Kinsman Redeemer.

Have a blessed Easter weekend.
Christ is risen!
He is risen indeed!

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Friday Favs...Macadamia Nut White Chocolate Cookie Bars {with browned butter and sea salt}


A couple of week's ago I posted a recipe for Easter M&M Cookie Bars.
A few days later, I needed to take a plate of goodies to an event at church.
I thought to myself, why not use the same basic recipe but add
macadamia nuts and white chocolate chips to the batter instead of M&Ms?


They were delicious!


Here is Leslie's recipe that I "tweaked"- (my tweaks are in italics)

Whisk together and set aside:
2 1/8 cups all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda

Brown 1 1/2 sticks of butter and slightly cool it.
Whisk butter with
1 cup brown sugar 
and
1/2 cup white sugar. 

Add and stir in
1 egg
1 egg yolk
2 teaspoons vanilla

Add dry ingredients, mixing until combined but not over mixing.

Pat dough into a 9x13 baking pan that has been sprayed with non stick spray.

Sprinkle 1 cup macadamia nuts and 1 cup white chocolate chips evenly over the dough.
Press nuts and chips down into the batter with your hand or spatula.
Sprinkle top of dough very lightly with sea salt. 

Bake in preheated 325 degree oven for 25-30 minutes until golden brown.
Do not overcook.  Bars should be soft and chewy in the middle.

Enjoy!


It's almost Friday, friends!
I hope you have a HAPPY, HAPPY Friday
and
a BLESSED weekend.


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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

When being a world changer looks different than you ever imagined...


The phone rings and I can tell by the number that it's my husband calling me on his Ghanaian vodafone.  He's forgotten how early it is here, so I'm not yet fully awake.  I try to listen and make sense, which is a struggle before I've had my morning coffee.  I ask about the different team members from our church that are with him there to help work on the orphanage.  Sometime during the conversation he tells me about his morning.

He got up early before the rest of the team in order to have some quiet time.  He got ready, (as best as he could with the power out and no running water), and went outside to sit on the large porch of the retreat center where the team is staying.  As he tells me, I can picture it vividly from my time there two years ago.  I can see what he's seeing, smell the smells of Kumasi, hear the sounds.  

He tells me that he can hear Augustina, who lives across the rutted red clay street.  As she is outside scrubbing her laundry, she is singing and worshiping the Lord.  She looks up and sees him and greets him, "Hello, Daddy!", she calls to him, her greeting one of respect and affection. "I'm just praising the Lord!"  She goes on to tell him about the package sent with my son-in-law and the team to her from my daughter, who was unable to take the trip this time due to her pregnancy.  Then she says something to him that brings him to tears, and me to tears as he relays it to me, "Your daughter, she is like Jesus to me."

She was our strong-willed child from the moment she left my womb.  But, once that girl set her mind to serve the Lord, she did it with relentless determination.  She was going to be a world changer for Jesus, but evidently how she pictured that happening and God's plans were two vastly different things.  She tells a bit about it in this post.  This morning, I pondered this after my phone conversation with my husband.  I thought about how we forget that this is how we become a world changer, by changing one person's world.

I think about Jesus, and wonder what the lasting fruit was from feeding the five thousand.  I wonder how many kept following Him once the loaves and fishes were gone.  Yet, it's different when we read about Jesus encountering the woman at the well. We read about the results of this encounter.

She was a social outcast, because she was a woman, because she was a Samaritan - a half-breed Jew, because she had a "history" with men having been married five times and was now living with a man she wasn't married to.  We read that Jesus "had to" go through Samaria.  He had a divine appointment to keep with this woman.  In the course of their conversation Jesus tells her all about her past and reveals Himself as the Messiah.  This is what we read recorded in John chapter 4 about the results of this encounter, 
39 Many Samaritans from the village believed in Jesus because the woman had said, “He told me everything I ever did!” 40 When they came out to see him, they begged him to stay in their village. So he stayed for two days, 41 long enough for many more to hear his message and believe. 42 Then they said to the woman, “Now we believe, not just because of what you told us, but because we have heard him ourselves. Now we know that he is indeed the Savior of the world.”

Maybe you can relate to my daughter, you want to be a world changer for Jesus but things just aren't going the way you imagined them.  I want to encourage you to ask Him to show you who is your woman at the well, your Augustina, your next divine appointment.  Then go be a world changer, one by one by one. 

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Little White Cabinets...




I've had this little white cabinet sitting out in the garage in its unopened box for years.
I have two others just like it.
One hangs in the downstairs half bath/laundry room
and one hangs in the upstairs guest bath.
I think the third one was given to me by my oldest daughter who decided not to use it in her house.


Recently, I decided to bring it in and see how it would look in my kitchen.
I put a few small interesting things inside, like these old kitchen items that used to belong to Mama.


A stack of little ironstone saucers sits on the top shelf of the little cabinet.

( I had to include this happy lilac photo.  The lilacs are just starting to bloom here!)


Here's the same type of cabinet hanging in the upstairs guest bathroom.



And here's the same type of cabinet in our downstairs half bath/laundry room.


One of my most cherished items is kept in the cabinet in the downstairs bath,
these little toy sailors from WWII.
They belonged to my Daddy.


Some seashells and other small items are also displayed in the cabinet.


Some French soaps and my Mama's old enamelware soap dish are another treasure kept in the little cabinet.

Have you pulled anything interesting out of your garage or storage area lately?



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Monday, April 14, 2014

Perfectly Imperfect Weeds/Wildflowers (?)

(edited with Kim's kk 1111unscripted texture, multiply mode, 40% opacity-
quote by Ella Wheeler Wilcox)

These purple weeds/wildflowers (?) sprouted up in one of our flowerbeds.
I pulled them out, but decided they were pretty enough for a little photo shoot before I disposed of them.
I "googled" weeds with purple flowers as well as purple wildflowers to see if I could identify them,
but to no avail.
Perhaps a reader will know what they are.


Regardless, they made a lovely subject for a little photo shoot.
Plopped inside a thrift store English cheese crock,  I thought they were apropos for this week's 
Texture Tuesday theme, "Perfectly Imperfect".








I hope you enjoyed looking at them as much as I enjoyed photographing them!


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Sunday, April 13, 2014

You can't out give God...

(Portland, Oregon-Mt. Hood)

I'm glad I remembered to put my "big girl camera" in the car that afternoon I drove up to "Pill Hill".
My sister had phoned from her town in southern Oregon asking me if I could visit a young mama who was here in Portland at the children's hospital with her very sick month old baby.

(downtown Portland-Mt. St. Helens)

She was open and friendly and so glad to have a visiter since she has no friends and family nearby.
Her baby was adorable and improving enough to be moved out of ICU later that day.
I enjoyed our visit so much that the drive across town through the traffic
 and the other things I could/should be doing faded from my mind.


When I left, I pulled over at a viewpoint overlooking the city and captured these photos.
The day was so clear that the photos look almost surreal.


The rest of the drive home, my heart was full of gratitude for the way God blessed me,
probably more than my visit had blessed that sweet young mama.

Later that day someone reminded me that you can never out give God, and I believe that's true.
Perhaps we think of it most often in regards to giving money,
but I believe it holds true in giving time, or kindness, or an encouraging word.
You can't out give God.

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Since 2009 I've been counting my blessings thanks to the prompting of Ann Voskamp.
 I continue to count my thanks
piling up gratitude day by day
in my little black journal.
(and capturing some of my blessings via my camera or iPhone)

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4-7-14-
-beautiful sunny weather


-delicious London Broil - the first bbq of the season with the family!
-the three oldest grands spending the night
-sleeping bags spread out all over our bedroom floor and 
catching five year old granddaughter asleep with her arm around her cousin

4-8-14-
-pancakes, sausage, bacon and scrambled eggs for the grandkids
-a grandkid dance party
-the way my grandson held his cousin's hand while walking in the parking lot


-how my oldest granddaughter helps her younger cousin get ready
-cheap fun via the Target dollar bins and cheap lunch at the Costco food court
-Ollie-the riding toy my younger granddaughters play on
that's an exact replica of a riding toy my own daughters used to play on at my Mama's
-dandelion wishes


4-9-14-
-listening to my favorite new Don Potter album on my run
-visiting S. and her baby at Dornbecher Children's Hospital
-the view from "Pill Hill"

4-10-14-
-having lunch and running errands with my Hubs before he leaves for Ghana in the morning
-a super encouraging prayer night

4-11-14-
-my youngest daughter's birthday-thank You God for our girl!
-the beautiful sunrise when I drove the Hub's to the airport
-going to Slappy Cakes with the family to celebrate my daughter's birthday



-going birthday shopping with my girl

4-12-14-
-a baby shower for a dear young mama from our church
-a FaceTime call from the Hub's saying he arrived safely in Ghana, West Africa

4-13-14-
-great worship and a great message from our Truelife Latino pastor
-God's healing work evident in one of our dear church leaders
-a little Sunday afternoon nap
-God's provision every step of the way

gratefully yours,

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