Tuesday Ramblings :)

Today we had one of our trees cut down and, of course, we asked if Greta could come over. Kate said she could, so we made a day of it! We sat and watched the tree come down and then we went shopping and had a lunch date with Ana. It was a great day for all of us! :) 

 

This is my oh-so-cozy-log-cabinish-blanket.  

Spring is finally here!

The stump of the tree we cut down.  It was kinda big.  :)

 Also, I have been reading The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom.

It is the most beautiful and yet horrifying books I have ever read. Beautiful in that it shows the faith that her and her family had. Horrifying in the sense of what happened to these people at the hands of the Germans.  It is not "light" reading by any means.  Each chapter has brought me to tears.  It's a very sobering yet encouraging account of what they went through.  The trust that they had in their Heavenly Father is amazing.  

 

It was cold.
Cold as we walked back to the Beje, cold as I washed for supper, cold even in the snug gas-lit dinning room. Between me and each familiar face around the table crept those small icy fingers. For all Tante Jans's talk about it, death had been only a word. Now I knew that it could really happen-- if to the baby, then to Mama, to Father, to Betsie!

Still shivering with the cold, I followed Nollie up to our room and crept into bed beside her. At last we heard Father's footsteps winding up the stairs.  It was the best moment in every day, when he came up to tuck us in.  We never fell asleep until he had arranged the blankets in his special way and laid his hand for a moment on each head. Then we tried not to move even a toe.

But that night as he stepped through the door I burst into tears. "I need you!" I sobbed. "You can't die! You can't!"

Beside me on the bed, Nollie sat up. "We went to see Mrs. Hoog," she explained. "Corrie didn't eat her supper or anything."

Father sat down on the edge of the narrow bed.  "Corrie," he began gently, "when you and I go to Amsterdam-- when do I give you your ticket?"

I sniffed a few times, considering this.

"Why, right before we get on the train."

"Exactly. And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things, too. Don't run out ahead of Him, Corrie. When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need-- just in time."

~*~

*This delicious spring green set of cream and sugar containers makes me very happy.* 

*Thank you antique store!*

Spring-ish

*Yes, its the same fabric as in my header. *

:)

With Christ and For Christ

:::::All Suffering in a Christian Calling Is With Christ and For Christ:::::

All experiences of suffering in the path of Christian obedience, whether from persecution or sickness or accident, have this in common; they all threaten our faith in the goodness of God and tempt us to leave the path of obedience.  Therefore, every triumph of faith and all perseverance in obedience are testimonies to the goodness of God and the preciousness of Christ-- whether the enemy is sickness, Satan, sin or sabotage.

Therefore all suffering, of every kind, that we endure in the path of our Christian calling is a suffering "with Christ" and "for Christ."  With him in the sense that the suffering comes to us as we are walking with him by faith, and in the sense that it is endured in the strength that he supplies through his sympathizing high-priestly ministry (Hebrews 4:15).  For him in the sense that the suffering tests and proves our allegiance to his goodness and power, and in the sense that it reveals his worth as an all-sufficient compensation and prize.

Not only that, the suffering of sickness and the suffering of persecution have this in common; they are both intended by Satan for the destruction of our faith, and governed by God for the purifying of our faith.

Desiring God, John Piper pp. 216

In the Kitchen With Auntie

You can see more pictures from this day HERE.... and HERE

Just a couple of my sets (:

3 Years Old

Isn't she just the most scrumptious little 3 year old ever?? :)

Edelweiss

 

Click on the picture to see a video of Edelweiss  :) 

Totally LOVE this song!! :)

Magnetic Board

Take your scrabble pieces and just glue magnets on the back.

My messy bed.  :) You can kinda see the board on the left there under the pink paper.  I bought the board for  $3.00 at TARGET! :)

Once you glue them on they look like a whole bunch of chocolate and graham crackers.  :) MMM making me hungry! :)

Decorate Freely :)

I love buttons

Voila!

 

BUTTONS! :)

 

  

 

 If you'd like to see clearer versions of some of my favorite pictures from this project you can go HERE.

(:

Header Worthy???

A New Bookshelf

Here is some fabric that thrills me!

Cyclamen For Mama

Happy(early) Birthday to Mama ::"~

Of Gnocchi and Kale

Mama and I tried out a recipe for Gnocchi with a delicious side of kale.  In my opinion it turned out pretty tasty! :)

Valentine's Day Giveaway

Come Home!

"My suffering child! thy days of grief are o'er,
Come home to Me, and rest for evermore."

Jesus! Thou Lord of all! I dare not go;
No work well done for Thee I have to show.

"Great deeds I ask not; but some act of love,
One word for Me thy righteousness may prove."

Alas! I do remember no such word,
Nor one such act! Pardon me, oh my Lord!

"Yet come, my child, 'tis I who bid thee come,
Nothing I ask from thee; come home, come home!"

I cannot, dare not! Call me not Thy child,
Behold my hands, my heart, with sin defiled!
Behold my wasted life, my barren years,
Behold my murmurs, my rebellious tears;
See how myself I love while cold towards Thee,
My conscience seared, my hardened heart, oh see!

"I see. And since thou nought hast done for Me,
I have done all, poor, sorrowing soul, for thee;
The word that thou for me hast never spoken,
The word I spake for thee with faith unbroken;
The loving deed thou didst not, I have done,
And interceded for thee near the throne.
Thy sins, thy wasted life, thy heart defiled,
Better I know than thou dost know them, child,
And freely all that sin I have forgiven;
Come home, my child, come home to Me and heaven."

My blessed Lord! My Saviour and my All!
Weeping no longer, I obey Thy call,
I come, to praise Thee with my heart and voice,
I come, with blood-bought sinners to rejoice;
I bless my dying day, I bless the grace
That gives me with Thy ransomed ones a place.
Now for eternity that grace to see,
Now for eternal songs to sing to Thee!

--Golden Hours, Elizabeth Prentiss--

The Broken Wing

Have patience and have faith

The surgeon saith,

Suffer awhile this irksomeness of pain;

This broken limb shall soon be well again;

Yea, what is more,

Be stronger for all service than before.

So come I, broken heart,

To ease thy smart,

With promises the future shall make good.

Bear thou in patience Sorrow's solitude,

For she, at length

Will lead thee forth in manliness and strength.

Yes, and in strength unknown

When joy alone

Held thee within her nerveless arms, until

Thou hadst lost courage, lost all force of will.

God will restore

That which He brake, and give it strength the more.

Will make thee strong and wise

To sympathize;

For thou wilt know to soothe, with tender hand,

The sufferings thou hast learned to understand;

And to the weak

What words of inspiration thou wilt speak!

Thou wilt be strong in love;

Soft as a dove,

Yet hovering as on eagle's wings around

The spot were loneliness and grief are found,

And healing bring,

In grateful memory of a broken wing.

Thou wilt have strength unpriced

To work for Christ!

To testify of Him who pain alone

Could to the human soul Himself make known;

To watch and pray,

Stronger upon each morrow than today.

--Golden Hours, Elizabeth Prentiss--

The Battle of Life

The wintry storm was raging loud without,

And to and fro,

The angry winds flung carelessly about,

The falling snow.

Luxuriously before the ruddy fire

I sat at ease,

The only object of my heart's desire

Myself to please.

A voice aroused me from my idle dreams;

"Rise, rise, my child!

Shake thyself loose from these unfruitful schemes,

These fancies wild.

"Come forth with me, and buffet wind and storm

And icy cold;

Come as thou art, nor stay thy shrinking form

Thus to enfold!"

IT was the Master's voice.  It could but yield

To its behest,

While dread repugnance lay but till concealed

Within my breast.

Behind me closed my sheltering door; I faced

The tempest rude;

Wild, savage winds my shrinking form embraced

While thus I stood

Upon the threshold, casting longing eyes

Back to my home,

Reluctant from my childhood's Paradise

Enforced to roam.

Then plunging onward towards th' appointed way,

I madly went,

And night and day, yea, many a night and day,

My figure bent

Beneath the blast.  Assailed with shuddering dire,

By fears opprest,

Despairing, hopeless, stript of all desire,

I onward prest.

Until I heard above the thunder's roll

The Master's voice

Arise once more.  It cried : "Oh, faithless soul,

Behold thy choice!

"A life-long childhood, basking idly on

The lap of ease,

Or manhood's strength by long endurance won

In toils like these.

"Whether to gird thyself to walk with Me

Mid conflicts dread,

Or back effeminate to ease to flee--

Living--yet dead."

Already by my labors stronger grown,

I stood and cried:

"Master and Lord! with Thee, with Thee alone,

Let me abide.

"Let me but know I buffet wind and storm,

With Thee, with Thee!

Upon my path Thine own divinest form

But let me see!"

Thus in the hour of battle choice was made!

Choice of unrest!

Thus Christian manhood seeking, undismayed

The storm I breast.

No leisure now, no dreams, no idle time;

I wrestle on;

Beat, icy winds, oppose, oh adverse clime,

Till victory's won.

For I shall win!  I shall come forth at last

Not lost, but found!

A Christian warrior whom each stormy blast

Hath victory crowned!

--Elizabeth Prentiss, Golden Hours--

Zuppa Toscana with Yogurt Cinnamon Muffins

Yum! Just the title makes me hungry! :)

Here is a link to the soup...  Olive Garden Zuppa Toscana

All right, for the soup I mixed things up a bit.  When I cook I like to do it by eye.  If it looks like I want more meat, potatoes, water... you name it... whatever it is I will add more, less or whatever makes me feel good.  Good way to follow recipes, hu? Anyways, I will show you how I adjusted the recipe and I must admit, it turned out pretty good! 

________________

• 1 lb ground Italian sausage
• 1½ tsp crushed red peppers
• 1 large diced white onion
• 4 Tbsp bacon pieces
• 2 tsp garlic puree
• 10 cups water
• 5 cubes of chicken bouillon
• 1 cup heavy cream
• 1 lb sliced Russet potatoes, or about 3 large potatoes
• ¼ of a bunch of kale

1. Sauté Italian sausage and crushed red pepper in a large pot. Drain excess fat, refrigerate while you prepare other ingredients.
2. In the same pan, sauté bacon, onions and garlic over low-medium heat for approximately 15 mins. or until the onions are soft.
3. Add chicken bouillon and water to the pot and heat until it starts to boil.
4. Add the sliced potatoes and cook until soft, about half an hour.
5. Add the heavy cream and just cook until thoroughly heated.
6. Stir in the sausage and the kale, let all heat through and serve. Delicious!

** I used 1lb of Italian sausage, like it says, but I used about 2 generous tsp of peppers. When I make it again I will definitely use less pepper flakes due to the fact I felt like a dragon afterwards. Plus, my family isn't exactly fond of hot stuff.  I'd say maybe a generous 1 1/2 tsp would still pack the heat.    I used 1 large diced white onion, a VERY generous 4 T of bacon pieces and also 2 generous tsp of fresh garlic. For the bacon I would suggest frying it well before adding the onions and also cutting it into small pieces.  If you don't fry the bacon before hand it makes it slightly mushy while eating.   I used about 7-8 cups of water instead of the 10.  I used 4 generous tsp of chicken bouillon.  I used the whole cup of heavy cream and also 3 large potatoes.  I used a little over 1/2 a bunch of kale. Also, I put the kale in shortly after I put the potatoes in so that it would have time to soften.  I'm not particularly found of crispy kale in my soup. 

________________

Here is the book that has the muffin recipe in it... Mad about Muffins

Here is the recipe for the muffins:

• 2 cups minus two tablespoons flour
• 1 tablespoon baking powder
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
• 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
• 1/4 cup granulated sugar
• 1/8 teaspoon salt
• 1 egg
• 1/2 cup plain yogurt
• 4 tablespoons butter, melted
• 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract

Directions:

 Heat oven to 400 degrees.   In a medium bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar, and salt.  In a large bowl, combine the egg, yogurt, butter, and vanilla extract.  Beat together until blended.  Add the dry ingredients and stir just until they are moistened.  Fill greased muffin tins.  Bake 10- 15 minutes or until the muffins are lightly browned.  Serve warm.  Makes one dozen muffins.

* I doubled my recipe when I made it.  Very good, especially if you put some butter and honey on it.  :) YUM!

Hello All, it's been a spell since I posted last.  So, I'll post a couple highlights from lately.  :)

First of all I finished the Voice of the Martyr's Extreme Devotion.  VERY good book!  Now I'm onto  My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers. 

Second, I started reading Leave it to Psmith by Wodehouse.  Phenomenal! :)

A small maid-of-all-work appeared in answer to the bell, and stood transfixed as the visitor, producing a monocle, placed it in his right eye and inspected her through it.

'A warm afternoon,' he said cordially.

'Yes, sir.'

'But pleasant,' urged the young man. 'Tell me, is Mrs Jackson at home?'

'No, sir.'

'Not at home?'

'No, sir.'

The young man sighed.

'Ah well,' he said, 'we must always remember that these disappointments are sent to us for some good purpose.  No doubt they make us more spiritual.  Will you inform her that I called?  The name is Psmith. P-smith.'

'Peasmith, sir?'

'No, no.  P-s-m-i-t-h.  I should explain to you that I started life without the initial letter, and my father always clung ruggedly to the plain Smith.  But it seemed to me that there were so many Smiths in the world that a little variety might well be introduced.  Smythe I look on as a cowardly evasion nor do I approve of the too prevalent custom of tacking another name on in front by means of a hyphen.  So I decided to adopt the Psmith.  The p, I should add for your guidance is silent, as in phthisis, psychic, and ptarmigan. You follow me?'

'Y-yes, sir.'

'You don't think,' he said anxiously, 'that I did wrong in pursuing this course?'

'N-no, sir.'

'Splendid!' said the young man, flicking a speck of dust from his coat-sleeve.  'Splendid! Splendid!'

And with a courteous bow he descended the steps and made his way down the street.  The little maid, having followed him with bulging eyes till he was out of sight, closed the door and returned to her kitchen.


Alright, moving on.  At the beginning of this year some of our very dear friends bought a house just down the street from us in town.  :) You can read about it here at Katie's blog... or here at Olivia's.  We have been helping prepare the home when we can.  It's so very exciting to have them just a couple minutes way! :)
 

Next, I got a hair cut! :) Much shorter, perhaps, then would have liked. But, it will grow...eventually. :)

 Next, we have had a TON of snow.  Probably quite literally.  :)

We had a hawk in our backyard just a little while ago.

 

And, I finished a dress I was working on.  This is just some left over material that I needed to get rid of so I used it up on a "test" dress.  :) I can't wait to get the real material! :)

Simplicity Pattern: 2917

That's what's up for me lately.  How about you??