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Court ...

Last Thursday there was a knock on the door.  I was served a subpoena.  Today is the day.  I'm not excited because there will be a large group of people there and I might be noticed.  I personally like to sit in the corner and read.

I can only say what I saw.  Is it right?  Is it wrong?  It is the truth...that's all I can offer. 

Pray for me as I step way out of my comfort zone to appear and answer questions.  My only comfort will be when I swear on the Word of God that what I say is true.


A little hopscotch...



Fresh Find:  It belongs in our yard. Flying Phyllis.  Made from recycled metal and glass.  Cute!!!


Special Things ...



It may seem strange to many but I love this trash can.  It is one of my special things.  Yes, it has paint and stains on it. Yes, the plastic top has yellowed with age.  This trash can belonged to my grandmother, Lucy May Etter.  I can say it is vintage and know it.  ;o)  It has the original lift up lid...before the foot push pedal or the hand over activation we have today.  One of my special things that reminds me of a special person who had a positive influence on my life.


Fresh Find: Love this simple high chair that makes whatever size chair is needed for a child. Looks so easy to clean :O)


Quick ...

I made a quick trip to see the grand-sisters.  Flew out Friday, home on Saturday.  Got to see Miss A play soccer.  She made 2 goals.  It was cloudy, cold, and windy.  This is spring sports though.  Almost always miserable.  I always said I would freeze for my kids...grands are no different!



Got the swing hung from the trees...for Chrissa to sit and watch the girls.  Had to bribe Miss A with chips to get this picture.  That must mean she is growing up!  LOL



Miss D on the steps of the historic Denton Courthouse.


Miss D had her chips already.  :O)  I love her little cowlick.  Makes me smile.


A quick trip that did my heart good.  What beautiful sweeties God has blessed us with.  So loved!!!


Fresh Find: Cute sandals!!!



Great-Grandparents ...


One day last week I was not able to sleep. I rarely, rarely get up and go sit in front of the computer when I can't sleep.  I don't watch TV either.  I typically just stay in bed.  For some reason I did get up and look at the computer.  As I went through the emails that had come through I was excited to see one from my distant cousin on my dad's side.  I opened it and as I read was super excited to get a copy of the only picture we have ever had of (her great-great) and my great grandparents, Gertrude & John Burkhalter. 

Obviously the sun is in their eyes in this shot.  Not a good picture but a picture cherished all the same! It was worth not sleeping for!!!


Fresh Find:  What a pretty spreader!  Love seaglass!


FOMO ...

Are you the kind of person who might contract FOMO?  FOMO=fear of missing out.  I don't have a fear because 'being in' on things has never been an option for me. I typically will be led to miss out if I can.  I have my priorities like everyone else.  I just found FOMO to be humorous.  Who has a fear of missing out on something?  I guess no one wants to miss the big sale, the big party, or whatever. I dunno ;o)

You are prolly afraid of what is to come next, right?  FOMO on what I'm goin to say.  LOL

"It's hard work to die, and I haven't time for it."  I read this in a book today.  I agree. To die is hard on so many.  I love my faith because it leads me to personal spiritual growth in these times.

"Some things you never forget.  I expect this is one of them.  But you deal with them.  That's what women do."

"A bird can't fly so high that it doesn't have to come to the ground to eat."

"Most measure a man's importance by how many show up at his service."

All of these quotes come from the book Tallgrass by Sandra Dallas.  A really great book.


This cake was mentioned in the book, too.  Sounds interesting!

Scripture Cake with Burnt Jeremiah Syrup



for the cake:

3/4 cup Judges 5:25 (butter)

1 1/2 cup Jeremiah 6:20 (sugar)

5 Isaiah 10:14 (eggs, separated)

3 cups sifted Leviticus 24:5 (flour)

3 teaspoons 2 Kings 2:20 (salt)

3 teaspoons Amos 4:5 (baking powder)

1 teaspoon Exodus 30:23 (cinnamon)

1/4 teaspoon each 2 Chronicles 9:9 (spices-nutmeg, ginger,

1/2 cup Judges 4:19 (milk)

3/4 chopped Genesis 43:11 (nuts)

3/4 cup finely chopped Jeremiah 24:5 (figs)

3/4 cup 2 Samuel 16:1 (raisins)

Whole Genesis 43:11 for garnish (almonds)

In a 4-quart
mixing bowl or the bowl of an electric stand mixer, cream butter and sugar until
light and fluffy. Beat in egg yolks, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Sift together flour, salt, baking powder, cinnamon and spices.

Beat flour mixture into butter and egg mixture, alternating with milk, until flour is just blended in. Beat egg whites until stiff; fold into batter. Fold in chopped nuts, figs and raisins. Turn into 10-inch tube pan that has been greased and dusted with

Bake at 325 degrees F until a cake tester inserted into cake comes out clean, about an hour and ten minutes.Remove from oven and place on a wire rack to cool. After fifteen minutes, turn cake out from pan onto wire rack to cool completely. Drizzle with Burnt Jeremiah Syrup.

Burnt Jeremiah Syrup:

1 1/2 cups Jeremiah 6:20 (sugar)

1/2 cup Genesis 24:45 (water)

1/4 cup Genesis 18:8 (butter)

In a 2-quart saucepan over low heat, melt sugar, stirring occasionally to prevent sticking. After sugar melts, continue cooking, stirring continuously, until it is a deep golden brown. Add water and cook, stirring frequently, until smooth. Remove from the heat, add butter and stir till until it melts; allow to cool.

Drizzle over cooled scripture cake and garnish with whole


Fresh Find:  Love this guaze shirt!


Childlike ...

I'm thinking about Mark 10:15 ...

"Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a  little child will by no means enter it."

Here's what I have decided:

children learn

children grow

children need food

children need rest

children need direction

children need protection

children need love

children trust

children are eager

children are vulnurable

children are happy

children play

children are hopeful

children see things simply

children appreciate

children admire


As children of God we can know that Jesus provides everything we need.  We must accept it through the simple act of believing.  I love this!


I came across this story.  (This story originates from Helen Roseveare, a missionary from Northern Ireland. She included it in her book "Living Faith."  It is a little long but I love the pure and honest faith found through it.  I love, too, the ending prayer.


One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter.

We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.

One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.  Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).  ‘And it is our last hot water bottle!’ she exclaimed.  As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.  They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

‘All right,’ I said, ‘put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts.  Your job is to keep the baby warm.’

The following noon , as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me.  I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby.  I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills.  I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children.  ‘Please, God’ she prayed, ‘Send us a hot water bottle today.  It’ll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.’

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, ‘And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she’ll know You really love her?’

As often with children’s prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say ‘Amen’?  I just did not believe that God could do this.  Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so.  But there are limits … aren’t there?  The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland.  I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home.

Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle?  I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses’ training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.  By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah was a large 22-pound parcel.  I felt tears pricking my eyes.  I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.  Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot.  We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly.  Excitement was mounting.  Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.

From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys.  Eyes sparkled as I gave them out.  Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored.  Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas – that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.  Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the…..could it really be?  I grasped it and pulled it out.  Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle.  I cried!

I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.  Ruth was in the front row of the children.  She rushed forward, crying out, ‘If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!?’

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly.  Her eyes shone!  She had never doubted!  Looking up at me, she asked: ‘Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?’  Of course, I replied!

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God’s prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator.  And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child – five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it ‘that afternoon.’

‘Before they call, I will answer.’  (Isaiah 65:24)

God, I ask You to bless those that are reading this.  I ask You to minister to their spirit.  Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy.  Where there is self-doubting, release a renewed confidence.  Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, guidance, and strength.  Where there is fear, reveal Your love and release to them Your courage.  Bless their finances, give them a greater vision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage  them.  Give each of them discernment to recognize the evil forces around them and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it.  I ask You to do these things in Jesus’ name.  Amen


Fresh Find:  Loving these little book necklaces.  Loving several together!


Repeat After Me ... ...

Honestly, for someone who does nothing, I need more hours in a day.  Today was one of those days where everything just kept coming at me.  I talked last week about needing time to adjust to what is happening in my day. There are times though where I have little or no control!

My brain is in overload.  I even thought next weekend was the end of May!  I did not eat at all today until dinner.  I did not find time.  I never was hungry either, just trying to be focused.  Lots to do.

As I was going to a local business to pick up something I was listening to The Message station on the radio.  I decided someone needs to write my song and call in Repeat After Me. 

On the days where I feel my motherboard is short circuiting and my mind can't find peace...I do this 'repeat' word to pull all of my thoughts into one clear spot in my goes like this, repeat after me; God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God... Or Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.  I just repeat it in earnest praise with a heart seeking him and it comes together.  Sometimes I only need to repeat it a few times.  Other days it may take many, many more times to bring me to that place where I can actually have clear thoughts...not fragmented...where I am able to worship again.

I realize that I really like and cherish the days of simple pleasure in the Lord, where nothing is pulling at me to get done, best!

So, there you have it, the Repeat After Me word!!!


The grand-sisters really enjoy the Rangers...

Miss D hams it up!



Miss A and her sweet friend. 



Fresh Find: What a great bulldog topiary!


Pieces ...

001 copy


One thing I love about stained glass are the many colors and shapes that are used.  The pieces are formed together for one beautiful purpose.  That's how I see faith in Jesus Christ.  When one piece gets knocked out or pushed out it leaves an awkward hole...that doesn't allow the whole to work together.

Fresh Find:  Like this jacket vewy much!


Special Friends ...

This morning I was honored to help with the wedding shower of Joe-Michael Wright.  Joe-Michael (and Shelbye) are the children of Vickie & Joe Wright of Ruidoso, formerly of Plainview.  Vickie and I met while we both were working at First Baptist Church over 20 years ago.  I remember being in the office when they got the call that they had a baby boy waiting for them, Joe-Michael.  Later they would get precious Shelbye.  What a beautiful family.

Vickie and Joe owned Southwest Passage in Plainview for many years.  They "retired" and moved to New Mexico.  Vickie had a stroke and by God's amazing love is here to enjoy her first grandchild, Marleigh and life itself.  Joe-pop & Nona.  Nona is such a beautiful friend.


Nona & Ushka...


Fresh Find:  This artist has beautiful recycled glass windchimes and sun catchers!!!