Poetry Challenge

Choose six words and write a poem.  Post your responses here and see how many we can get.

Praise  Worship  Follow  Fellowship  Resistance  Submission

Your love releases

The bonds of sin

If only the bonds

Of submission would end

Come follow me

Your word instructs

The resistance

In my flesh constricts

Fellowship leadership ownership

All lead to glorious worship!

You are my God, my Father

My creator, my everthing

Dear Heavenly Father

To you I sing!

Psalm 49:16-17

Do not be overawed when a man grows rich, when the splendor of his house increases; for he will take nothing with him when he dies.

Well that’s easier said than done.  I don’t even have to see someone grow rich or have his house increase – although both of those things can make me jealous!  I have been jealous when someone got a cool hair cut or a new pair of shoes.

It’s ridiculous when we ponder the situation, but in the heat of the moment jealousy wins.

We should want the splendor of God.  Our riches will increase in heaven He says so, but it’s so har4d to have patience down here!

Majestic creature

Heaven created

Purched high above

Nothing but air

Quiet strength

Holds him high

Seemingly undetected

By a blind eye

Only eyes open

To God’s beauty

Would his presence be known

 

If life gives you Tomatoes make salsa!

I have acquired the greatest Salsa recipe that I have ever tasted and it’s home-made!  So if someone is giving tomatoes away from their garden this fall take them and try my easy and fresh tasting salsa recipe. 

When I made this salsa I was very proud of the result, so I wanted Mitch to try it.  I stuck the spoon in his mouth and he made a face.  Not a completely unwelcoming face, but not an excited appreciative face either.  He told me it was good and then said he wasn’t really a salsa person.  What?!  Salsa is tomatoes all smooshed up and made into a sauce of sorts.  He loves tomato sauce.  I believe he and Ben would have tomato sauce intravenously transported into their bodies if it was humanly possible.  spaghetti, tomato hotdish, pizza, maranara sauce with cheese sticks – it’s endless.  But apparently salsa is a different taste.  And that is fine, because there will be more for me!

I did it! I made Emeril’s Creamy Lemon Icebox Pie

This is very easy and so tastey!  The recipe will be posted in my new tab if you would like to try it.  The pictures above are from my day today.  Can you believe I had to squeeze four lemons to get a half a cup of juice?  I couldn’t believe it.  I bought five just in case, but I really thought it would only take a couple!

Check out my new tab!

I have added a recipe tab to the blog.  I will post easy and quick family meals and recipes that won’t break the bank.  Most of the recipes call for ingredients many homes keep in stock.  And of course they will not be time consuming!  Who has time these days?  Not me, but we have to eat right?

A healthy hotdish – sort of…

Chicken Triscuits

1 pkg. Triscuits

2 cans cream of chicken soup

1/2 cup mayo

2 cans of sliced water chestnuts, drained

2 cans asparagus cuts, drained

3 cups cooked chicken

salt and pepper to taste

Put half of the crushed Triscuits in a well-buttered large casserole.  Layer chicken, asparagus and chestnuts.  Add salt and pepper.  Pour chicken soup that has been heated with mayo over mixture and sprinkle remaining Triscuits on top.  Bake with cover for 1 hour at 350 degrees.  Bake uncovered for 15 minutes.  For healthier version use low fat, low salt soup and mayo. 

I recommend paying attention when buying water chestnuts – I didn’t know they came whole so I ended up slicing them myself – not so hard, but kind of a pain in the butt!  So can anyone tell me what a water chestnut is?

If I had a vision, as a teenager, of what I wanted my life to turn out like when I grew up it would be the life that reality star Bethany Frankel is living right now.  Instead of introducing and branding an alcohol and lifestyle, I wanted to run a successful magazine and write best-selling books.  But the parallel between her life now and my teenage fantasy is uncanny. 

The funny thing is my life has turned out so unbelievably fantastic and so unbelievably polar opposite of my previous delusional fantasy.  It makes me laugh to look out my patio door to a view of cedar chip gardens, oak trees and a dodge pickup.  Bethany’s view is of the Manhattan skyline, silver shimmering buildings, gray cement and fast-moving cars.  It’s absolutely gorgeous and phenomenal.  But mine is better. 

Starkly different shades of the spectrum make each of our views unique and wonderful.  Equally beautiful creations from two separate worlds yet living on the same planet.

Her high-powered career in the fast-moving New York City leaves her tired and breathless in almost every episode of her TV show.  What leaves me breathless in my view from the toolies life in a rural community in the north woods you ask?  Watching my kids grow up before my eyes, seeing the newly hatched baby geese waddle behind their mother as they cross the highway stopping traffic which consists of me and a tractor in the opposite lane, the power of a spring rain to fill a river to capacity threatening a small town’s livelihood and at the same time nourishing the grass and tree buds to life.  Those things are my life and I love it!

I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, an auntie and a friend and I am loved.  I got the life I really desired and I am happy to be living free and full of love.

The most wonderful day

I accomplished my goals for the day. I was exhillirated at the realization! In an almost celebratory tone Mitch suggested we go out to dinner. Bonus for me – no cooking!
In a surprise move, on the way, Mitch laid his hand my leg. It was so sweet and romantic. Then Zander broke the mood with a wail. Yes we had the kids did you really think we wouldn’t:-)
At dinner the good atmosphere started to diminish when both children decided they were starving and no longer wanted to wait. Luckily the appetizer arrived and all were satisfied. Dinner was a blast from then on. I laughed so hard at the kids and at Mitch. It was night to remember.

That Darn Economy!

Maybe her Grandmother knew it would be their last Thanksgiving together.

Suddenly Sheila shook herself out of her trance.  She grabbed for the little pink towel that hung from the pure white pole in her perfectly orderly bathroom.  She gazed around the white tiled room that had nothing out of place.  Her toothbrush stood at attention in the cup made for it.  Her toothpaste lay with the cap in tact in the medicine cabinet out of sight.  Not even a water spot was found on the sink or mirror.  Everything in her life exuded order.