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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Ready for the New Year!
We had a wonderful time celebrating the birth of our Lord! We spent time with our families and friends and ate and ate and ate! Now it is time to get back on a diet and start the new year off right! :-) (right along with the rest of America) The kids are still out of school this week. We will start back next Monday. I hope to get things back in order this week and get some fun things planned for school. (field trips etc..)
When we moved, we had to leave a family pet behind because we could not find him. The people that we sold our house to called my parents (who live next door to them) to let them know that they had our cat! She kept him in the house until I could get there....so now...we have three cats, a dog, a fish, a bird and four goats...all we need now is a few chickens! :-)
I hope you all have a happy new year!
When we moved, we had to leave a family pet behind because we could not find him. The people that we sold our house to called my parents (who live next door to them) to let them know that they had our cat! She kept him in the house until I could get there....so now...we have three cats, a dog, a fish, a bird and four goats...all we need now is a few chickens! :-)
I hope you all have a happy new year!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Mercy Every Minute
This was a story from The oldschoolhouse magazine and it touched my heart. Please read and remember God's goodness..Merry Christmas!
Mercy Every Minute
Deborah Wuehler, TOS Senior Editor
ORANGES FOR CHRISTMAS
It was Christmas, 1975, and I was in the sixth grade. Two of my very favorite childhood things were Christmas and oranges! What do oranges and Christmas have in common? To this young girl, they spoke of a faithful and loving God who answered prayer. Let me tell you my favorite true Christmas story.
Our family was very poor; 1975 was the worst year we had ever had. We were selling everything out of our garage; living from day to day.
On Sundays we attended church at the Rescue Mission and served food to the homeless. We also ate our meal there. We especially liked the stale and sticky, day-old donuts. They were delicious to those of us who had to eat turnip soup regularly.
At Thanksgiving, we helped serve the meal at the mission as usual, but my Mom began to pray and ask God if He would allow us to have Christmas dinner in our own home. A financial impossibility, but she had great faith, until Christmas Eve.
That night, Mom went into her bedroom and prayed while we watched football. She wondered how she could make the macaroni and cheese and hot dogs special, but to no avail. Hot dogs were hot dogs, and this was Christmas!
Not much was under our artificial tree except a few small trinkets Dad and Mom found at the thrift store. I can still remember the little box that opened with a snap and held a little Indian and his maiden dressed in leather and beads. But, I can't remember which football team was winning when the doorbell rang.
Standing at the door was a timid man and his wife, "Does Suzanne live here?" Dad answered in the affirmative as Mom came out. "We found you!" They said they had no idea where we lived, but they prayed and were directed to our house. They were as amazed as we were that they had found us.
Then it happened. . .in came boxes of food. There was the biggest turkey you ever saw, ham, candy, nuts, fruit and all the trimmings for the finest Christmas meal! Dad was laughing, Mom was crying, and my sisters and I were smiling from ear to ear. God had not forgotten us, but had found a family that would be His hands that Christmas Eve and bring a meal in His Name.
What spoke of God's love for that sixth grade, red-haired, little girl, and what I remember most in all those boxes, were the biggest, brightest oranges I had ever seen! I knew that those oranges were a gift straight from God to me, and ever since then I have been a firm believer that God answered mother's prayers and that He loves His red-haired little girl.
~Deborah
"O taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man that trusteth in him." Psalm 34:8
Mercy Every Minute
Deborah Wuehler, TOS Senior Editor
ORANGES FOR CHRISTMAS
It was Christmas, 1975, and I was in the sixth grade. Two of my very favorite childhood things were Christmas and oranges! What do oranges and Christmas have in common? To this young girl, they spoke of a faithful and loving God who answered prayer. Let me tell you my favorite true Christmas story.
Our family was very poor; 1975 was the worst year we had ever had. We were selling everything out of our garage; living from day to day.
On Sundays we attended church at the Rescue Mission and served food to the homeless. We also ate our meal there. We especially liked the stale and sticky, day-old donuts. They were delicious to those of us who had to eat turnip soup regularly.
At Thanksgiving, we helped serve the meal at the mission as usual, but my Mom began to pray and ask God if He would allow us to have Christmas dinner in our own home. A financial impossibility, but she had great faith, until Christmas Eve.
That night, Mom went into her bedroom and prayed while we watched football. She wondered how she could make the macaroni and cheese and hot dogs special, but to no avail. Hot dogs were hot dogs, and this was Christmas!
Not much was under our artificial tree except a few small trinkets Dad and Mom found at the thrift store. I can still remember the little box that opened with a snap and held a little Indian and his maiden dressed in leather and beads. But, I can't remember which football team was winning when the doorbell rang.
Standing at the door was a timid man and his wife, "Does Suzanne live here?" Dad answered in the affirmative as Mom came out. "We found you!" They said they had no idea where we lived, but they prayed and were directed to our house. They were as amazed as we were that they had found us.
Then it happened. . .in came boxes of food. There was the biggest turkey you ever saw, ham, candy, nuts, fruit and all the trimmings for the finest Christmas meal! Dad was laughing, Mom was crying, and my sisters and I were smiling from ear to ear. God had not forgotten us, but had found a family that would be His hands that Christmas Eve and bring a meal in His Name.
What spoke of God's love for that sixth grade, red-haired, little girl, and what I remember most in all those boxes, were the biggest, brightest oranges I had ever seen! I knew that those oranges were a gift straight from God to me, and ever since then I have been a firm believer that God answered mother's prayers and that He loves His red-haired little girl.
~Deborah
"O taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man that trusteth in him." Psalm 34:8
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
COUNTRY GRITS & SAUSAGE OVERNIGHT CASSEROLE
COUNTRY GRITS & SAUSAGE OVERNIGHT CASSEROLE
Printed from COOKS.COM
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2 c. water
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 c. uncooked quick grits
4 c. (16 oz.) shredded extra sharp Cheddar cheese
4 eggs, beaten
1 c. milk
1/2 tsp. dried whole thyme
1/8 tsp. garlic salt
2 lb. mild pork sausage (may substitute 1 lb. mild & 1 lb. hot sausage or use turkey sausage), crumbled, fried & drained
Bring water and salt to a boil, stir in grits. Return to a boil and reduce heat. Cook 4 minutes, stirring the mixture occasionally.
Combine grits and cheese in a large mixing bowl. Stir until cheese is melted. Combine eggs, milk, thyme and garlic salt; mix well. Add a small amount of hot grits mixture to egg mixture; stir well. Add sausage and rest of grits mixture to egg mixture and stir well.
Pour into 12 x 8 x 2 inch baking dish. Cover and refrigerate overnight. Remove from refrigerator and let stand 15 minutes. Bake at 350 degrees for 50-55 minutes. Yield 8 servings.
Printed from COOKS.COM
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2 c. water
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 c. uncooked quick grits
4 c. (16 oz.) shredded extra sharp Cheddar cheese
4 eggs, beaten
1 c. milk
1/2 tsp. dried whole thyme
1/8 tsp. garlic salt
2 lb. mild pork sausage (may substitute 1 lb. mild & 1 lb. hot sausage or use turkey sausage), crumbled, fried & drained
Bring water and salt to a boil, stir in grits. Return to a boil and reduce heat. Cook 4 minutes, stirring the mixture occasionally.
Combine grits and cheese in a large mixing bowl. Stir until cheese is melted. Combine eggs, milk, thyme and garlic salt; mix well. Add a small amount of hot grits mixture to egg mixture; stir well. Add sausage and rest of grits mixture to egg mixture and stir well.
Pour into 12 x 8 x 2 inch baking dish. Cover and refrigerate overnight. Remove from refrigerator and let stand 15 minutes. Bake at 350 degrees for 50-55 minutes. Yield 8 servings.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Two Little Children
This is a song my great grandmother used to sing..just wanted to share..
Two little children, a boy and a girl,
Set by an old church door.
The little girl's feet was as brown as the curl
That hung from the dress which she wore.
The boy's coat was faded and hatless his head;
A tear shone in each little eye.
"Why don't you run home to your mama?" I said,
And this was the maiden's reply:
Chorus: "Our mama's in heaven; they took her away,
And left Jim and I all alone.
We came here to sleep 'til the close of the day,
For we have no mama or home.
We can't win our bread--too little," she said.
"Jim five years, and I'm only seven.
There's no one to love us and Papa is dead,
And our darling mama's in heaven."
"Our Papa was lost out at sea long ago;
We waited all night on the shore.
For he was a life-saving captain, you know,
But he never come back any more.
Then Mama got sick; angels took her away,
Away to that home warm and bright.
'They'll come for my darlings,' she told us, 'some day.'
Perhaps they are coming tonight."
"Perhaps there's no room tonight," she said,
"For two little ones to keep."
Then, placing her arms around little Jim's neck,
And kissed him. They both fell asleep.
The sexton came early to ring the church bell,
And found them beneath the snow white.
The angels made room for two orphans to dwell
In heaven with Mama that night.
(Chorus)
Also found in Brown, Vol. II, #150, "Two Little Children."
All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted
Two little children, a boy and a girl,
Set by an old church door.
The little girl's feet was as brown as the curl
That hung from the dress which she wore.
The boy's coat was faded and hatless his head;
A tear shone in each little eye.
"Why don't you run home to your mama?" I said,
And this was the maiden's reply:
Chorus: "Our mama's in heaven; they took her away,
And left Jim and I all alone.
We came here to sleep 'til the close of the day,
For we have no mama or home.
We can't win our bread--too little," she said.
"Jim five years, and I'm only seven.
There's no one to love us and Papa is dead,
And our darling mama's in heaven."
"Our Papa was lost out at sea long ago;
We waited all night on the shore.
For he was a life-saving captain, you know,
But he never come back any more.
Then Mama got sick; angels took her away,
Away to that home warm and bright.
'They'll come for my darlings,' she told us, 'some day.'
Perhaps they are coming tonight."
"Perhaps there's no room tonight," she said,
"For two little ones to keep."
Then, placing her arms around little Jim's neck,
And kissed him. They both fell asleep.
The sexton came early to ring the church bell,
And found them beneath the snow white.
The angels made room for two orphans to dwell
In heaven with Mama that night.
(Chorus)
Also found in Brown, Vol. II, #150, "Two Little Children."
All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted
Friday, December 12, 2008
Baby pics
Just wanted to say good morning..I haven't had much time to blog this week. I am no where near ready for Christmas and it is almost here! Yikes! Have a great weekend...thought I would share this pic for those who have not seen it before.. .Which one is me and which one is Destiny?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
New Song
My youngest son decided to start writing a song yesterday. I thought it was so sweet that I wanted to share it with you...
"I'm just a little boy now, but when I'm a grown up things will get better with God. God will help me."
That is all he has so far...I am so thankful that my children know who to go to for help. At the age of six, he understands where his strength comes from. Hope you all have a blessed day!
"I'm just a little boy now, but when I'm a grown up things will get better with God. God will help me."
That is all he has so far...I am so thankful that my children know who to go to for help. At the age of six, he understands where his strength comes from. Hope you all have a blessed day!
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