Be Still and Know...Then and Now

Several days ago Linda over at 2nd Cup of Coffee wrote a wonderfuly witty post on the ill suited jobs many of us held in our past. She then challenged us to post about the experiance we commented about. At the time I was deep in the haze of a Nyquil induced fog. I am glad to share with you that my nasty cold is much improved and I am feeling much better. Sadly I can no longer blame my short term memory loss on the cold medication or my hot flashes on a sudden spike in fever (drat, but I am thankful that I am no longer attempting to cough up a lung for medical research and my brain is back to some semblance of what can be considered normal). As I thought about how I would describe my time behind the counter at the Waffle House all those years ago, I tried to think of all the experiences I had there and try to really determine why it was such a negative experience for me. The thought of dinning at a Waffle House does not send me running to the therapist but it does however hold some not

Edit: (Wednesday Morning 10-29) As I was composing this past last night, I was trying to locate a specific scripture. A friend and I were talking about the circumstances of the comfort I had received and then the comfort I was able to give in return. She mentioned the scripture and then due to my short term memory loss I could not find it last night. This morning God supplied it through one of the comments I received. God is faithful to provide in all things!!!!!! 2CO 1:3 -4 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. Sometimes I get a glimpse of how things are supposed to work. When I get these glimmers of the plan and then things fall into place I have to shake my head and at how simple it all really is. When I see evidence of the faithful and obedient servants who go about their day

This is a great quick breakfast favorite! It is warm and sticky and yummy! Pull-a-part's or more commonly called Monkey Bread (No, I don't know why) 1/2 cup packed brown sugar 1/2 cup butter 1 cup sugar 2 or 3 tbls cinnamon 3 cans biscuits preheat oven to 350 Mix cinnamon and sugar. Quarter biscuits with knife or scissors and toss in cinnamon sugar until evenly coated. Layer biscuit pieces in bunt pan or spring form pan (raisins or nuts can be added to the biscuits if desired) Melt butter and brown sugar over low heat until devolved add the remainder of the cinnamon sugar to mixture if there is any left. You may need to add a little more butter. More butter is always good! Pour mixture over the biscuits and bake in oven for 30 minutes Invert and let cool on serving plate For bigger bunt pan use 4 cans of biscuits and 2/3 cup brown sugar and 3/4 cups butter Paula Dean has a ramped up version of this called Gorilla Bread Ingredients 1/2 cup granulated sugar 3 teaspoons cinnamon 1

Is there anything better than Sunday? The hubby and I are between Sunday school classes now. We had been visiting with a class over the past few weeks for a history of Methodism class that my husband was interested in attending. This morning however, we played hooky. We dropped off our daughter at Sunday school and went for coffee. We drove to a local coffee shop/bakery and had a Morning Coffee Date. We sat and leisurely drank our coffee (I splurged and had real half and half in my coffee a huge treat!) as I savored the cinnamon crunch bagel (OMGosh it was too good!!!!!) toasted to perfection. We talked and enjoyed each others company. We took the morning off to just be a husband and wife. We pondered together over our rebellious son and I listened to my husband as he shed tears over the remembering of his brother, we held hands and sipped our coffee, talked about the upcoming holidays and relaxed. We made it back to church for the 9:30 worship service having decided which class we wou

I was listening to the radio as I drove to my accountability group meeting. I don’t even remember what the commercial was about but a small play on words jumped out at me. “We drive on parkways and park in driveways.” This seemingly simple oxymoron is indicative of how amazingly squed things have become. We no longer as a society even see the incongruent, because we drive on parkways and park in driveways. Black has become white, wrong has become right, Christian values are now politically incorrect. Marriage is no longer till death do us part and our income is disposable, we want things in high definition or high speed and we tap our feet in frustration when things take a millisecond longer that expected. As I thought about this sway in perception I have to shake my head and recognize that I still have the power to see past the incongruent and to say very simply NO! We have the unswayable plumb line, God’s Holy Word. We can hold the incongruent up against the righteousness of pure tru

Between naps and bouts of trying to hack up a lung I managed to get in a bit of study time. God has an amazing sense of humor as well as timing. As I sat swaddled in my favorite blankie sipping my hot tea and nursing my nasty cold I began to delve into the multiple accounts of Jesus healing the multitudes. They came to him one after the other the blind, deaf, lame, diseased and demon possessed. He never once turned any on away. As my head swims though the haze of congestion and other unmentionable (not to mention nasty) bodily fluids I have to attempt to chuckle without busting out into yet another cough fit. I can also give another huge praise for how great my God is. As is sit wrapped in my blanket and bathrobe with my head feeling like it is floating somewhere above my neck surrounded by discarded wads of used Kleenex and empty packets of alka seltzer plus I weakly wave goodbye to my DH, who had to leave on Sunday for a business trip to Puerto Rico, yes tropical beaches, sunshine, p

It was Wednesday and my husband was on one of his frequent business trips. Our church had been having Wednesday Night suppers for several years. This has become our Wednesday routine. The food is simple fair but any opportunity for me to take advantage of someone else in the kitchen, I’m all for it! I was paying for our supper and one of our church staff, and a dear friend as well walked up to me with a smile on her face and asked a simple question, “ Are you meeting anyone for dinner?” The truth of the situation was no, I had not told anyone that I would meet them there and I was not going to be waiting on my husband as he was out of town, my answer was simple, “No!” “Would you mind helping us out? You remember…., my new assistant?.....” She then went on to explain what she wanted me to do. My friend and staff member had recently hired a new administrative assistant. This beautiful young woman is from Korea. One of the areas she is coordinating is the facilitating of Kore

Linda at 2nd cup of coffee had another great idea Fall into Flavor Gingerbread Waffles 3 cups all-purpose flour 4 teaspoons baking powder 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon 2 teaspoons ground ginger 1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg, (if you do not have fresh you can use ground nutmeg, just use less) 1/2 teaspoon salt 4 large eggs 2/3 cup packed dark brown sugar 1 1/4 cups milk 1/2 cup molasses 1/2 cup (1 stick) melted butter, plus some to butter the iron Preheat waffles iron. In a large bowl combine flour, baking powder, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and salt. In a medium bowl, beat eggs and brown sugar until fluffy, then beat in milk, molasses and melted butter. Stir the wet into dry until just moist. Do not over stir the waffle batter. Brush the iron with a little melted butter (you can use cooing spray as well) and cook waffles until brown and crispy. Serve with toppings of choice. I like mine with butter and warm apple sauce or warm apple butter, but you can also take some regular pancake sy

I just wanted to share the pictures of my latest prayer shawl. This one went so much faster. The difference in using a larger crochet needle as well as a thicker yarn is so apparent. I worked for several weeks (months really) on the last one ( I used a much smaller needle and the yarn weight was much thinner) Well I started this one on Wednesday evening and I finished it last night. This shawl was made with "Yarn Bee" Icelandic Jewels, six skeins total, one green, one pail orange, two red two black. This yarn was actually donated, I did not pick the colors but I was surprised when it all came together . Yea! I have begun number five.

Not to far from where we live is the Elisha Winn House . Every year in October they have a country fair, they have homemade arts and crafts, jewelry, antique books, quilts, silk flowers and baked goods. They sell funnel cakes and snow cones and coke-a-cola in iced glass bottles. They usually have local talent giving singing performances. There are an assortment of local folks dressed in period costume in the various surrounding buildings which include a school house, a blacksmith shop and jail. There are other people who give demonstrations of various artisan crafts such as weaving on a loom, woodworking and demonstrating blacksmithing and throwing of clay pots. It made for a pleasant hour or so as we walked around and watched the various project underway. The display on the inside of the house gives you a glimpse into what life must have been like before the world of modern convenience took control. I stood and watched the woman carefully and methodically push her shuttle back and fo

I think I am suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, the shock of seeing myself and hearing myself was a bit too much reality for me. The template I chose for my blog was annoying and hard to read so I have changed it. Thoughts about the new template are welcome??? Easy or hard to read????? I am resisting the urge to delete the video post, but in an effort to be real I will let it remain for all the world to see. It was fun to see all the different video post, although I have to confess that I did not get to look at all of them, there were so many. Thank you to all who have stopped by for the sweet hellos and thoughtful comments. I can’t wait for November 1st to roll around so my big old gray haired head will be tucked away in the archives, then maybe the PTSD symptoms will level off and I won’t feel like such an idiot!

Do the little scrolly things behind the text in the post bug you????????

Check out 2nd Cup of Coffee for more video clips. In for a penny in for a pound, it is what it is, and way down south in the land of cotton old times there are not forgotten look away look away look away dixie land........yes I do actually sound like that, hard to believe but true. I have to tell you that I am much more comfortable with my keyboard, but putting my mug in front of all of you does give you a face, it may just cause a riot but, my face none the less. Oh and I hate my neck, my hair......