She makes some very good points.
Originally posted on Renee Johnson Writes:
A stack of magazines waited patiently for their turn to be read. Most still had their protective covers attached. Many times I lifted them to toss out, but hesitated.
How could I throw out publications I hadn’t even glanced through?
Somehow I felt the day would come when I’d have a few minutes to just kill time. Then, surely then, I would open them and peruse the pages between the covers still glossy from being safely secured without danger of dust.
**If you have read my post at writingfeemail, you know about my recent knee injury. If not, hit the link if you are curious about why I suddenly had that time.**
My office is upstairs and I wasn’t about to try to maneuver the steps on crutches. And my laptop wouldn’t sit straight across the leg stabilizer. I finished the ‘must read’ books on my kindle and then…
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I love the last 2 lines–”compelling me to follow love’s true magnetic north of uncertainty.”
Originally posted on maxada mandala:
my thoughts wind
a turning country road
for I am done with thoroughfares
and highway thinking
as a prairie sea on either side
and all around
floats barns and houses…
and low hills crest industry
and I walk October wisdom
in plowed barren fields
along this narrowed path
to breathe…and breathe…and breathe
to clearness…and to trust…
instinctual…a compass rose
compelling me to follow love’s
true magnetic north of uncertainty
Art by John Roush
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It is so easy to be misdirected by Satan, often without realizing he did it!!
Originally posted on loon watchman:
“…lest Satan should take advantage of us; for we are not ignorant of his devices.” (2 Corinthians 2:11)
There is an old magicians’ trick called misdirection. With it, a magician distracts his audience and gets them to focus on something unimportant (perhaps with his left hand), while he is setting up the real trick with his right hand. And then — du-du-duuuuhh!!! — the bunny appears, seemingly from nowhere. (OMG, DID YOU FREAKING SEE THAT??!!) Wikipedia defines this as a form of deception.
Dude, in the same way, the “old magician” is still up to his old tricks. And distraction is one of his fave things to do. Sometimes I call it “the tyranny of the immediate.” Let’s say that I have decided to spend more time with Jesus. And then all hell seems to break loose and many things “just have to be dealt with.” …
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It was no surprise that he listed some of the very same excuses I’ve heard so often.
Originally posted on The Bible Blotter:
The other day I was involved in a hashtag game with some friends called #ICantComeToChurch.
It was highlighting some of the excuses we have heard (or used) to avoid going to church. Here are just a few of my faves:
- I can’t come to church because of all the hypocrites.
- I can’t come to church because the youth pastor is filling in while the senior pastor is on vacation.
- I can’t come to church because so-and-so always shoots me dirty looks.
- I can’t come to church because last time I skipped no one notices, so now I’m too offended to come back.
- I can’t come to church because __________________________ (insert lame excuse here).
There were a lot more, some were plain silly and fictitious – some real – but it highlights the fact that we’ve all heard (and used)…
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I like to try new recipes, but rarely remember to post them. This turned out good, and was so quick and easy. I know I’ll make it again, especially for one of the Ladies’ Fellowship at church.
The original recipe did not call for coconut, but we found we liked it better with it. I don’t know about adding the coconut to the mix. I’m afraid it might change the density too much and the cake would not rise well.
Also, I forgot to grease the pan. It did not mess up the flavor, but it’s going to be a bug-a-boo to clean. The original directions had greasing the pan just before the baking instructions. I put it at the top.
Grease a 9 x 13 cake pan
Take a box of Angel Food Cake mix (just the contents of the box, no need to follow the directions on the box)
combine it with a 20 ounce can of crushed pineapple in its own juice.
(No need to use a mixer, just stir it with a spoon)
When you do this, something magical happens.
The mixture starts to froth & it turns into an amazingly airy, fluffy bowl of deliciousness right before your eyes.
Add coconut – could sprinkle generously on top just before popping into oven, or serve sprinkled on individual servings.
Pour it into the pan
Bake at 350ºF for 30 minutes [I always check my cakes about 5 minutes before end cook time, just to be sure they were not done already. I have a cake tester, but a non-flavored toothpick works well, too.]
NOTE: I had to use a little extra pineapple juice since the brand of pineapple I bought had very little juice. That’s not a bad thing; it simply wasn’t good for this recipe. If you find yourself in the same predicament and don’t have any juice, I imagine a bit of water would work.
I think I used about 2 tablespoons – just enough to wet down all the cake mix.
If you’re worried that water might dilute the flavor too much, put a few tablespoons water into the empty pineapple can, swish it around, and that will help pick up the pineapple flavor.
Three boys are in the school yard bragging about their fathers. The first boy says, “My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a poem, they give him $50.”
The second boy says, “That’s nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him $100.”
The third boy says, “I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon, and it takes eight people to collect all the money!”
A little girl, dressed in her Sunday best, was running as fast as she could, trying not to be late for Bible class. As she ran she prayed, “Dear Lord, please don’t let me be late! Dear Lord, please don’t let me be late!”
While she was running and praying, she tripped on a curb and fell, getting her clothes dirty and tearing her dress. She got up, brushed herself off, and started running again! As she ran she once again began to pray, “Dear Lord, please don’t let me be late…But please don’t shove me either!”
A Sunday School teacher asked her class why Joseph and Mary took Jesus with them to Jerusalem. A small child replied, “They couldn’t get a baby-sitter.”
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to “Honor thy father and thy mother,” she asked, “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?”
Without missing a beat, one little boy answered, “Thou shall not kill.”
At Sunday School they were teaching how God created everything, including human beings. Little Johnny seemed especially intent when they told him how Eve was created out of one of Adam’s ribs.
Later in the week his mother noticed him lying down as though he were ill, and she said, “Johnny, what is the matter?” Little Johnny responded, “I have pain in my side. I think I’m going to have a wife.”
Two boys were walking home from Sunday school after hearing a strong preaching on the devil. One said to the other, “What do you think about all this Satan stuff?”
The other boy replied, “Well, you know how Santa Claus turned out. It’s probably just your Dad.”
You don’t stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing! Take heed and pass these along to people who need a laugh.