Just a Daisy in the Meadow

Not every moment in life is as glorious as this . . . but hearing His voice is . . .

It’s a cold world out there . . . tonight it has a wind chill of 45 below. Brrrrr!

. . . And in more ways than one “So, carry your candle,run to the darkness seek out the helpless,confused and torn.  Hold out your candle for all to see it . . .Go light your world” – Chris Rice

Japheth recently put up our blackboard. He got it out of a school that was going to be demolished. This was one of the ones that didn’t have a rock thrown at it. I love these old slate boards . . . takes me back in time . . .

Anyway we are looking forward to a short trip to Stone Lake, WI in a couple weeks  to visit some friends. It will be a nice break from school . . . just two short days though . . . but with all the children, let me see our six and their eight and all of them 10 and under. I think they live in a trailer . . . but you know sleeping on the floor at those ages is ADVENTURE!

“For whatever things were written before were written for our learning, that we through the patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope. ” Romans 15:4

Just one of our Bible memory\ Scripture songs. I know all about the comfort of the Scriptures, but what does it mean the patience of the Scriptures?

“And I saw something like a sea of glass

mingled with fire,

and those who have the victory over the beast,

Over his image

and over his mark,

and over the number of his name,

standing on the sea of glass,

Having harps of God.

They sing the song of Moses,

the servant of God,

and the song of the Lamb,

saying,

‘Great and marvelous are Your works,

Lord God almighty,

Just and true are Your ways,

O King of the saints!

Who shall not fear you, O Lord and glorify your name?

For You alone are Holy . . .’ ”

– Revelation 15:2-4a

You know you live in luxury when it’s hard to lose weight.

“He who is slow to anger is better than the mighty;

And he who rules his spirit than he who takes a city.” – Proverbs 16:32

This pie was first introduced to me by my dear mother-in-law and has become a favorite along with raspberry cream pie (which if I remember correctly I first ate at Marie Showalters ) I haven’t made it for a year I’m guessing; it’s been a long time – too long. So as grandma has the children for awhile this morning what am I doing? I’m making three Shoo-fly pies (we’re getting company over for supper tomorrow evening, but we might dig into the one tonight) and listening to music.

I used to listen to music a lot . . . but less and less as the years go by. I just can’t stand too much noise and commotion all at once . . . and that’s what music becomes when there’s too many things going on or too many children running around. The boys don’t appreciate it on when they are tying to concentrate on school and I can’t have it on at nap time on risk of waking up babies before they have had all the sleep they can get, and then it’s just too much to have it on during clean-up and supper prep, and oft times when it is quiet enough, I JUST WANT QUIET! . . . and soon there goes our day. So this morning I am thoroughly enjoying the “songs and hymns and spiritual songs and making melody in my heart to the Lord” and loving it!

Here’s the recipe:

Shoofly Pie

Combine flour and sugar. Cut in shortening. Reserve 1\2 for topping. Stir in molasses, egg and 3\4 cup of hot water into remaining crumbs. Mix until bubbly. Stir baking soda into remaining hot water. Add to batter until it foams almost to top. Pour into prepared pie crust. Top with reserved crumbs. Bake at 400 for 10 min, then reduce to 325 for 30 more minutes.

1 cup flour

2\3 cup brown sugar

1 Tbsp shortening

I cup King Syrup molasses

1 egg beaten slightly

I cup hot water

1 tsp baking soda

9″ unbaked deep-dish pie crust

"Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next (woman).  It is the comparison that makes you proud;  the pleasure of being above the rest."        – C.S. Lewis.

" . . . but they measuring themselves with themselves, and comparing themselves among themselves, are not wise. "  – II Corinthians10:12

I’ve been contemplating the life of David . . . and reading “A Tale of Three Kings” again by Gene Edwards. Here’s a few quotes that especially stuck out to me.

“There in those caves, drowned in the sorrow of his song and in the song of his sorrow, David became the greatest hymn writer and the greatest comforter of broken hearts this world shall ever know.”

“These were David’s darkest hours. We know them as his pre-king days, but he didn’t. He may have assumed this was his lot forever. Suffering was giving birth. Humility was being born. By earthly measures he was a shattered man; by heaven’s measure, a broken one.”

“If you are asking if I am a former thief and cave dweller and one who followed a sobbing, hysterical fugitive, then yes, I was on of the ‘mighty men of David.’ “

We couldn’t take any more of Lynne by herself cause the battery charger is at work . . . so we had to stop with this.

Oh . . . and here’s the Photographer with scruff and all . . . and his helper