Thursday, December 11

The Love of God

Somebody asked me the other day what
my favorite hymn was.
Right now, I think it's this one.
Yes, it changes.
It might tomorrow.....
At least there are a lot to choose from...
one for every reason, and every season
of life.
  1. The love of God is greater far
    Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
    It goes beyond the highest star,
    And reaches to the lowest hell;
    The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
    God gave His Son to win;
    His erring child He reconciled,
    And pardoned from his sin.
    • Refrain:
      Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
      How measureless and strong!
      It shall forevermore endure—
      The saints’ and angels’ song.
  3. Could we with ink the ocean fill,
    And were the skies of parchment made,
    Were every stalk on earth a quill,
    And every man a scribe by trade;
    To write the love of God above
    Would drain the ocean dry;
    Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
    Though stretched from sky to sky.

Thursday, December 4

Star Registry

(go here)
This place lets you name a star,
for the Autumn price of $54.
If you're in a hurry,
you can get it for $33.
It can be viewed with Google Sky.
On the site, you can see recently
named stars.
It's even touted to be the #1
gift for 2014.
(ask ME what the #1 gift for 2014 is)
This is wrong on so many levels.
First of all, who owns the stars?
Who has the right to sell them,
and to name them?
If you don't own it,
you can't sell it.
I'm POSITIVE that stars are one of those things,
that you can enjoy,
without owning them.
Just go outside, look up,
for free. 
Unlike a purple Dodge Charger.

For me, I'd have to own this to enjoy it.
I'm pretty sure.
It's fun to look at,
but I'd rather drive it and stuff.
But stars?
They're all mine.
And they're all named. 
God named them.
Don't pay even the Autumn sale price
to name a star.
You're too late.
Isaiah 40:26 Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these [things], that bringeth out their host by number: he calleth them all by names by the greatness of his might, for that [he is] strong in power; not one faileth.

Psalm 33:6- By the word of the LORD were the heavens made;
 and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth.
Psalm 147:4
 He telleth the number of the stars;
 he calleth them all by their names.
Deuteronomy 1:10
The LORD your God hath multiplied you
, and, behold, ye are this day as the stars of heaven for multitude.
So, this holiday season,
don't even think about buying a star,
so you can name it......
and then act like you own it.
Go to Dillard's, or to a Dodge dealership in your area.

4th of December

I just happened to look in a little book.....
and I saw that the day we picked up a little
big eared dog, from Nancy Wilson,
was December 4th.
It was a freezing cold day, and wet.
We got her home and needed to name her.
I like Dorothy, and call her Dot.
Because she was so little.
We named her Bunny.
I know what a bunny is,
and I know what a dog is.
I've owned a few rabbits,
and I love rabbits....
so Bunny was the perfect name.

I read this book when I was little.
This little pup called Bitsy kept growing
bigger and bigger.
Bunny never really did.
What fit her 4 years ago, would fit her now.

She loves to sleep on the furniture.
She loves it when somebody is sick on the couch.
She will be right next to you all day long.
She is a true lap dog.
She can hear me open a package of *anything*
from the far reaches of the house.
She lives for the day
somebody drops something
on the floor.
Accidently, on purpose.

When Sheba came to us as a puppy, she was bigger than Bunny.
But only in size.
Bunny is actually bigger than Sheba.

They share beds when it is cold.
When Sheba was little and Bunny wasn't so old,
they used to play with an old knotted up t-shirt.
Sheba would drag Bunny around the dining room.
Not anymore.

Bunny took almost a year to house potty train.
It is best to not make eye contact with her
if you are a stranger.
She is a barker, but she will shut up.
She likes to sleep in her kennel.
She also sleeps on chairs under
the big eating table.  I think she likes to hide
while she takes naps.
She is a tad finicky.
She will stare at you the whole
time you eat a bowl of ice cream.
Ice cream is a little hard to drop
on the floor for a dog.
Bunny LOVES to go to Aunt Theresa's house,
and to visit Christina.
So when we go on a trip,
she doesn't mind a bit.
So, happy day to you Bunny.
And thanks for never biting anybody.

Tuesday, December 2

I keep adding things.....

If you open our front door closet, you will see a menu from Catfish O-Harlie's....a picture of a screen door and some Snoopy wrapping paper.  I like to see things, so I tape them to walls.  I restrain from doing it in every room of our house, but some get it with both barrels.  This is now Bunny's Room.  It used to be the Sewing Room, before that, it was the Office, before that, it was a porch.  This calendar has been up since, well, 2,009.  I wonder what kept me from turning it over to March.  Maybe because I liked the pictures of the chicks? 

Millie was over the day I did the *wall*.  It is pretty random, but it feels sort of like a quilt. 

Pictures of the kids, a stroller I love, Alisa all in pink, puppies in socks, a kitten in a milk bath, tulips, a snowy scene, a cottage, a craft I'd like to do some day, Holly Hobby, a verse, three little girls, Lydia in the *dress*, a tea-cup, an M card, my blood donation I.D. card that I no longer need, my sister's family and a giraffe key-chain from the June, African trip.

I bought a duck call at Bass Pro Shop....thought I'd better keep the directions on the package in case I ever really went duck hunting instead of just honking it the whole way home in the back seat, above that is a picture of a quilt fair the girls and I went to.  And Josh....and another little boy.  Remind me not to go with Josh or that little boy ever again.  The three younger girls are wearing matching jumpers I made them.  Doesn't take long for girls to not like THAT.  To the left is a page out of a magazine about black licorice.  I love black licorice.  I bet it's just as good for you as raisins or tomatoes. 

The 3D hand was made by Gracee. Sweet Gracee.  And a letter from a little girl in Washington state.  We write each other and talk about flowers.  Bunny cards.  I have lots of bunny cards people have sent me. 

To the left is a map of the Turquoise Trail, in New Mexico.  It was on this trail that I learned how quickly an attitude can change when you get what you want....Above the tulips is a picture of my Aunt and I in Kansas.  We don't take those trips anymore, but when I see this picture, it reminds me of the good times we had with each other.  Driving for 10 hours there and back, and talking the whole way.  I love Holly Hobby and people give me cards with her *type* on them.  I've even been accused of dressing like Holly Hobby.  It beats the other, but that's another post......

The dress to the left you see was actually owned by a very good friend.  I loved that dress on her.  When I see it, I think of her, and how young we used to be.  Top pic is Robert Brougher, he played Voltaire in a school play.  He was perfect for the part.  He lived behind us in Seward, the little dirt town I grew up in.  We worked together, went to school together, and fought with each other.  The white car you see, was my first car.  I wish I still had it.  WELL, NO KIDDING. 
I guess I'm a sentimental my little office, I'm looking at a picture of my dad and his garage covered with license plates. He probably has a pile that need to be nailed up, but just can't do it anymore.  :(  I have a Holly Hobby cut out of a card with my krinkly scissors, a Steve and Annie Chapman tape I can't bear to listen to.....Circle of Two......a picture of five little girl feet in the exact same Sunday School class.  Those little girls are gone, but I have a picture of their cute little feet in their black Mary Jane shoes.  I have a pencil drawn rabbit with earrings.......Coonrod, and some graffiti from in front of my old piano.....  Now I'm all sad.  The End.

Sunday, November 30

Brother Dave

Very sad call on Thanksgiving morning.
Brother Dave went home to be with the Lord.
We've known the Christenson family for years.
Can't for sure remember what year we all met,
but we all had lots of little kids.
They influenced the home school books we used,
and Pat gave us ALL of the books they used
when they were done with them.
Dave and Pat let us use their camping trailer to live
in for a short while....
and one of our children proceeded to
put snake like bites in the  brand new upholstery
with a meat fork. 
Brother Dave came from Mexico to Dallas to be
present when my husband got ordained.
After we left PVBC, we still got to see the family,
once in church camp in Arkansas,
mission conferences,
OUR church here in Freeport,
and in our home,
because missionaries stayed with us. 
It is always great to have *friend* missionaries
stay, people we actually knew....
and this was of course, the Christenson family.
They were in our home the last of August.
I know the exact date, because Pat
signed our little book.
The book I put in our newly dubbed
~~~Sleeping Room~~~
They were the first ones to stay in
that room.
They always brought us things when they came.
I have a neat little hot-plate
that Brother Dave made himself.
He could make lots of other things, too.
He didn't limit himself to wood.
We never visited them in Mexico,
but I'm pretty sure Brother Dave was a
master fixer-upper.
He was perfectly fitted to be a missionary.
Mexico surely lost
a man that loved the people there.
He was a teacher, preacher, friend, giver, builder....
father and husband. 
Most of all, he was a missionary.
I cannot begin to imagine the things that will
be left....somewhat undone..... because he is gone.
But the Lord knows this.
I also can't imagine the sorrow of those,
that were closest to him....and their loss.
The Lord knows this, too.
The last time they were here,
which wasn't so long ago,
I was already thinking ahead to the time
that we would be able to see them again.
Guess it will be in heaven.

Friday, November 28

Apple Cake

I remember the day I first had this cake.
It was many moons ago.
I asked Aunt Margie for the recipe.
The best recipes are written by the hand
of those that *own* it.

This isn't an easy cake to make.
I never know for sure when to cut up the apples....
before? then they may turn brown,
or during the process....
and sort of bring everything to a halt.
This is when it's nice to have
a designated stir person.

Out of the whole process,
this is my favorite part.
I love using the sifter,
because it makes me think of the
day I bought it.
That's why I like to buy practical
things on trips.....because when
the practical things are being put to use,
they remind me of things.
Things other than when to cut up


I used Honeycrisp.
I love to eat these, too,
but they were a little old,
so they were perfect for a cake.
I'm not eating a mushy apple.

The recipe calls for 1 1/2 cups of oil.
That is a LOT of oil.

The cake is yummy,
but maybe a little unpredictable..
Turns out a little different each time,
it's because of the apples.
They're not constant, and neither are bananas in a recipe.
But nuts are.
Nuts are constant.

Thursday, November 27

Happy Day!!

I like to say it in more ways than one.

To all of my millions of readers,
hope you have a:

I actually made pies......



Wednesday, November 26


Sometimes you are fixing to leave the house and your car
has a flat tire.
Then you say bummer.
Sometimes you leave a restaurant and you
try to get into a car that looks JUST like
yours....and the key doesn't work...
and you look around and hope nobody saw you.

Then sometimes,
you head out the door,
and see this.
And think,
do whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

So, then, you get to go to a car wash.
For $12.
The whole way there, you discuss
what IN THE WORLD did this?

The view at the car wash was just pretty nice.
A palm tree mixed in with Autumn colors.

$12 didn't quite take care of the problem,
most of it,
but not all of it.

OK Denny's.
Time to get some new cream pitchers.

I always enjoyed frost on the proverbial pumpkin
when I lived in Kansas.
I loved a good frosty night and morning.
The kind that makes it look like diamonds are in your grass.
Well, here's our frost.
It's a bank.
If I moved to Pearland, this is where I would bank.
If I had any money left.

We went to Burlington to find some suits.
I found this ceramic milk carton.
Some of the paint was chipped off of it,
but that's OK.
For $1.98, I could overlook paint chips.

I was not crabby.
The sun was in my eye.
Glad I wasn't playing ball.
Everybody would have been
mad at me.

We went to a place where my husband could get jambalaya. 
I got a burn your stomach all the way home,
jalapeno burger.
I LOVE getting Sprite/Sierra Mist when we eat out.
I also love the look on my husband's face
when I order something other than water.

I DID find a couple of books to read....and a quote book.
I love quote books. 
"Not to transmit an experience is to betray it."
Elie Wiesel
If you knew who Elie Wiesel was,
you'd know why he said that.
It pays to read.

So, here's my little ceramic milk carton.
All happy beside my rabbit canisters.

Got a new coffee maker.
It was marked down from $1200 to $49.
It was on sale,
good enough for me.
It does NOT have a reservoir that will
hold clean water,
and turn it to swamp water.
That's why I don't ever want another

Got some new coffee.
My two favorites.

Funny, we also live close to Sugarland,
but we always go to Pearland.
I really don't even like pears.
But I do like pearls.