Friday, February 26, 2010

I LOVE BAGELS

If you saw my facebook comment this morning, you know I went to Einstein Bros. Bagels this morning and bought a dozen bagels. I plan to freeze most of them. Don't think I want to eat them all today. lol  I couldn't believe how many people were in that little shop. There were about two dozen people eating in and there were about a dozen or more people in line to buy take out and eat in items.

I am completely "spoiled" by eating these bagels. I used to buy bagels at the grocery store and other places, but now I only want Einstein's. If there is one close to you and you like bagels, you should go to their website and get a 25% off coupon.

On a more serious note, many of my blogging friends need prayers right now. Two that come immediately to mind are Joyce who will have gall bladder surgery next Thursday and Cheryl who is having serious problems and is scheduled for an MRI this afternoon. I hope you will join me in praying for these two dear ladies.
p.s. I like cupcakes too, but Einstein's doesn't make them.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

FLOUR SACKS


by Colleen B. Hubert

IN THAT LONG AGO TIME WHEN THINGS WERE SAVED,
WHEN ROADS WERE GRAVELED AND BARRELS WERE STAVED,
WHEN WORN-OUT CLOTHING WAS USED AS RAGS,
AND THERE WERE NO PLASTIC WRAP OR BAGS,
AND THE WELL AND THE PUMP WERE WAY OUT BACK,
A VERSITILE ITEM, WAS THE FLOUR SACK.

PILLSBURY'S BEST, MOTHER'S AND GOLD MEDAL, TOO
STAMPED THEIR NAMES PROUDLY IN PURPLE AND BLUE.

THE STRING SEWN ON TOP WAS PULLED AND KEPT;
THE FLOUR EMPTIED AND SPILLS WERE SWEPT.
THE BAG WAS FOLDED AND STORED IN A SACK
THAT DURABLE, PRACTICAL FLOUR SACK..

THE SACK COULD BE FILLED WITH FEATHERS AND DOWN,
FOR A PILLOW, OR T'WOULD MAKE A NICE SLEEPING GOWN.
IT COULD CARRY A BOOK AND BE A SCHOOL BAG,
OR BECOME A MAIL SACK SLUNG OVER A NAG.
IT MADE A VERY CONVENIENT PACK,
THAT ADAPTABLE, COTTON FLOUR SACK.

BLEACHED AND SEWN, IT WAS DUTIFULLY WORN
AS BIBS, DIAPERS, OR KERCHIEF ADORNED.
IT WAS MADE INTO SKIRTS, BLOUSES AND SLIPS.
AND MOM BRAIDED RUGS FROM ONE HUNDRED STRIPS
SHE MADE RUFFLED CURTAINS FOR THE HOUSE OR SHACK,
FROM THAT HUMBLE BUT TREASURED FLOUR SACK!

AS A STRAINER FOR MILK OR APPLE JUICE,
TO WAVE MEN IN, IT WAS A VERY GOOD USE,
AS A SLING FOR A SPRAINED WRIST OR A BREAK,
TO HELP MOTHER ROLL UP A JELLY CAKE,
AS A WINDOW SHADE OR TO STUFF A CRACK,
WE USED A STURDY, COMMON FLOUR SACK!

AS DISH TOWELS, EMBROIDERED OR NOT,
THEY COVERED UP DOUGH, HELPED PASS PANS SO HOT,
TIED UP DISHES FOR NEIGHBORS IN NEED,
AND FOR MEN OUT IN THE FIELD TO SEED.
THEY DRIED DISHES FROM PAN, NOT RACK
THAT ABSORBENT, HANDY FLOUR SACK!

WE POLISHED AND CLEANED STOVE AND TABLE,
SCOURED AND SCRUBBED FROM CELLAR TO GABLE,
WE DUSTED THE BUREAU AND OAK BED POST,
MADE COSTUMES FOR OCTOBER (A SCARY GHOST)
AND A PARACHUTE FOR A CAT NAMED JACK.
FROM THAT LOWLY, USEFUL OLD FLOUR SACK!

SO NOW MY FRIENDS, WHEN THEY ASK YOU
AS CURIOUS YOUNGSTERS OFTEN DO,
"BEFORE PLASTIC WRAP, ELMERS GLUE
AND PAPER TOWELS, WHAT DID YOU DO?"
TELL THEM LOUDLY AND WITH PRIDE DON'T LACK, 
"GRANDMOTHER HAD THAT WONDERFUL FLOUR SACK!"

Yes, all of these girls' dresses were


made from flour sacks...

I couldn't resist sharing this email I received from a friend. I wore flour sack dresses when I was a little girl in the 30s. These kids were a little (just a little) before my time. lol

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Too Busy for a Friend . . .

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. 

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
    
 It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. 
   
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual..
  
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another.. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

 After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

 'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

 Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.' 

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. 

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
  
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.. Tell them, before it is too late. 

And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.

If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.

The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.
  
Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You
Thank you Scott Williams for e-mailing this to me.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Happy Heart

I like this heart that was forwarded to me by friend Karen. 

Thursday, February 11, 2010

A BLOGGING AWARD FROM A NON-HUMAN?

Yes, I got my first award from one of God's creatures who is not a human. It's a prolific blogger award. Thank you Sitka. I appreciate you and Andrea both.

Don't know Sitka? Neither did I until a little while ago. Here is the bloggin' doggie. Why not check out Sitka's blog. You will enjoy it.


You can visit Sitka's blog by clicking right HERE.

There were rules that went with it, but I'm going to do like Sitka did and ignore the rules. So, if you are a prolific blogger and are a bloggin' friend of mine, please grab the award. I want you to have it.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I'm Older

Yes, I am older than this early version of a camper made by Ford Motor Co. It's a 1937 model. Thanks to friend Karen for the email.




Here are a couple of pictures of the inside.





It was discovered in the owner's garage in northern Minnesota in 2001. Wow. that's a long time to keep something in the garage. lol

Sunday, February 7, 2010

A GIFT FROM MY DAUGHTER

This morning, after church, my daughter surprised me with this delightful gift. She said it was a "get well" gift for my surgery. The stitches will come out tomorrow and I will look less like a Raggedy Ann doll. lol     She knows I like bunnies and she mentioned that Easter decorating would be coming soon. I am blessed to have such a thoughtful daughter. Thank you again, Carol.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRENE

I called my friend Irene today to wish her a happy birthday. She lives in Oregon now but spent about 50 years in the mission field in Brazil. I told her about my blogging. She said she didn't even know what a blog was. I sent her an email with links on it to my blogs after trying to explain what blogs are. She asked me if I was on facebook. I told her I was. She said she joined it but never did anything with it and somehow whenever she tried to get on it rejected her password. So, I looked her up and this is the picture of her that was there. She says it all very confusing to her. She barely does e-mails. I don't know if she will be able to see this post or not. I think I will take a snapshot of it and e-mail it to her. She will be surprised. Irene and I have been friends like forever - since I was in the 5th grade. She was two grades ahead of me in school. I was her maid of honor at her wedding and two weeks later she was my matron of honor. I hope she is able to see this post. Happy Birthday Irene. I love you.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

SPIRITUAL SUNDAYS

You have probably heard the controversy over the Tim Tibow Super Bowl ad. From what I've heard about it, I think it is terrific and may even watch the game just to see it. LOL

Betty Robison has authored a neat little devotional book called Women at the Well. One of the entries in the book was made by a woman by the name of Elizabeth Mittelstaedt. She and her husband, Ditmar (interesting name), live near Frankfurt, Germany. Here is the story she tells. It made me think about the Tim Tibow ad.

The other day I chatted with a woman who tends to leave her feelings unspoken and finds it difficult to say, "I love you." As we talked, I remembered a story she told me years ago about a young pregnant woman during the final stages of World War II. At the time, diphtheria was rampant in battered Europe, and like many others, this woman had succumbed to the disease. There was no medicine available, and having this child could cost her her life.

Should I have an abortion? she asked herself repeatedly as she stared out the window of a streetcar and shivered in the crisp air that spoke of a harsh winter to come. Despite the fact that the doctor's suggestion to abort seemed the wisest course of action, a sense of foreboding gripped her heart. Do not kill, a voice seemed to say.

The young woman looked around quickly. Where did that come from? she wondered. Was it God? She dismissed the thought rapidly. How could it be? I don't even know him, she told herself and continued her internal argument. What chances does this child have to survive anyway? Does anyone care about one more baby?


But the warning not to kill echoed in her thoughts, and the young woman changed her mind and went home without having an abortion. I'm glad—because that woman was my mother, and I was that unborn child.

Many years later, after my mother had  become a Christian and told me her story, she added: "Remember, God watched over you even before you were born. God really loves you."

I've stored those words in my heart. I am special. God did care for me. Yes, he knew me even before I was born, as Psalm 139:16 says.

Isn't it amazing to think that God knew us before we were even born? God knew that dear lady. God knew Tim Tibow and He knew each one of us. How could we not love Him and want to please Him?

On a personal note, you have probably heard that my skin cancer surgery has been moved up to February 1. That's this Monday. I'll be glad to get it done and knowing so many have prayed and are praying for me is very comforting. Thank you so much.

Be sure to visit our Spiritual Sundays blog. We have 115 followers now and several follow on facebook. Thank each of you who share there and/or follow it.

Monday, January 25, 2010

ANOTHER BLOG????

SURELY NOT. SURELY I'M NOT STARTING ANOTHER BLOG. WELL - YES - I JUST GOT IT UP AND RUNNING. IT IS A BLOG JUST FOR PHOTOS. I HOPE YOU WILL CHECK IT OUT. IT'S CALLED "SHARING MY PHOTOS" (really unique, huh?) I'll be adding additional photos soon so stay tuned.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

SPIRITUAL SUNDAYS

I remember my husband using the following illustration in a sermon many years ago. I just ran across it in a book I am reading and wanted to share it with you today.

The phone rang in a high society Boston home. On the other end of the line was a son who had just returned from Viet Nam and was calling from California. His folks were the cocktail-circuit, party kind -- drinking, wife-swapping, gambling, all the other things that go with it. The boy said to his mother, "I just called to tell you that I wanted to bring a buddy home with me." His mother said, 'Sure, bring him along for a few days.' "But, mother, there is something you need to know about this boy. One leg is gone, one arm's gone, one eye's gone, and his face is quite disfigured. Is it all right if I bring him home?"

His mother said, "Bring him home for a few days." The son said, "You didn't understand me, mother. I want to bring him home to live with us." The mother began to make all kinds of excuses about embarrassment and what people would think. . . and the phone clinked.

A few hours later the police called from California to Boston. The mother picked up the phone again. The police sergeant at the other end said, "We just found a boy with one arm, one leg, one eye and a mangled face, who has just killed himself with a shot in the head. The identification papers on the body say he is your son."
- Dale E. Galloway, Rebuild Your Life



I can't even begin to imagine how that mother must have felt when she found out it was her son. Isn't it wonderful to know that if we are a child of God he knows everything about the condition we are in and he accepts us. Not only that but one day all the deformities will be taken away. I love what Joni Eareckson Tada says about it. She is so looking forward to walking, running and jumping again. But for now, she thanks God that she has the problems she has. What a great lesson for all of us.

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