Wednesday, December 6, 2017

A couple of days after Thanksgiving,

I woke in the night and enjoyed some of the last bites of the lasagna and I am thankful to have had the opportunity to serve my family from the cookpot!
I savored the delicious, fatty encouragements to plan for Christmas. I savored the memory of my dear Emily laboring with me in cooking up some of what we enjoyed.

Even though I haven't yet made the cheesecake and the nuts in the pecan pie broke a tooth of mine, it was worth the feasting moment.

I will be spending all of 2018 doing crunches to find my waistline again. Still, it was worth the enjoyment, to me. We didn't try to make much ado with anyone outside our family, so I didn't have a girdle to hold me back from my feasting, this year and I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Help me, Hanna! I have fallen and I can't get up! LOL

Saturday, November 25, 2017

I found my mixer and mixed up alot of delicious treats!

Eggplant, Corned Beef, Lasagna, Roast Beef, Rice and peas, mac and cheese, chocolate cream pie, brownies, meatballs, broccoli, salad, not to mention Turkey and "cranberry sauce{not made by me}". I am still stuffed on the Saturday after Thanksgiving.
I have been picking at the eggplant today. I love it, without too much sauce. I am tasting something in it that I don't really care for, either. Ben and I thought that it was the lemon pepper that gave it a raw flavor. I don't think so. With the heaps of sauce that he dumped on it, it may have been the lemon pepper that stood out.
So, I took 2 or 3 helpings without sauce... I had made alot of it, Ben and I. So there is still half the pan left. The older I get the more I think about my health, after Thanksgiving. Not as much my waistline, as at earlier days.
I did my usual Pump It UP!routine for "Shake Your Booties"Day. {my name for "Black Friday"} The day we shake off the calories we put on on Turkey DAY! I could shake for a month and I would still be 20 pounds heavier this year, for how I snacked, while preparing this meal. Well, the taste of the eggplant, first was a kind of a dirty taste, underlying. I ate it anyway. Then the 2nd helping I didn't get that flavor, it all seemed to go together, somehow.

So, my pre New Years resolution is to pump it up 2 or 3 times a week and do a liquid diet with that. I bet I lose some weight with that regimen, although that is not the goal, just to clean out my arteries from all that picking on the pies and the cream and the butter. Maybe my arteries will thank me, by not completely closing down, as they should after all that I ate!

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Where's My MIXER????

Now that women don't cook everyday, it is a real effort to prepare Thanksgiving! I am digging in the pile of stuff the children cleared from the kitchen. They were going to throw my mixer away? No!!! Maybe, I won't cook, then.
I can totally identify with my father's screaming and taking the roof off of the house that his hammer was moved! WHERE IS IT?

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Thoughts on the way to Chowan.

After service was over, we went home and took a nap and ate a bit.  Then it was time for the goodbyes.  Whatever happened to “parting is such sweet sorrow”. Adieiu and such things.   They get so sordid these days. Now that they are grown people.  I often had a regimen of departure that we would follow.  When they were little tykes we had a sweet song that we sang for our daddy each day to bid him goodbye.  Now it is every man for himself and I am not the controller of the thoughts that are engaged in and shared at such sacred moments.   I think they are sacred moments.  I can almost feel the hands of my daddy smacking us with aftershave and saying in a growl. “This will put hair on your chests”. We were his little fellows and my children were reared to be “little pilgrims” and now we are in a new season where there are no tiny “truglodytes" and we are just winging it with our traditions.  New traditions of free expression and nonconformity is the order of the day.  It is a “hippy” time for our family and we are learning to get used to it and perhaps love it.  Each person is a single entity.  They are not a family unto themselves yet and they are exploring their lives and their vocabulary.

The out of control feeling for a person like myself who studied and developed their thinking upto a point and meticulously fed their minds with pro-family propaganda.  Of course their rebellion is the pro individual sort.  Whatever happened to the wonderful unity that we seemed to have, when they were little.   Perhaps it was a mirage.  Perhaps it grew into a bunch of grown individuals who just keep bumping into each other and getting into each others hair.

That is who we are.  Who we are right now.  Establishing and developing the individual faith of a bunch of individuals.  It was heartening to see my teenage son praying in service and raise his hand in confidence of his own faith.  I enjoyed that.  The folly of our playful banter can’t take that away from me.  The folly of our loving acceptance of one another with out fear.  I forget some of the the fear that kept us from back talk and other things.  The fear that kept us from free expression, I never want to go back to. 

The wonderful imagination of Jay Adams book when I first read his book about the family and he spent nearly a chapter on how children take mercy and grace for granted in a family.  I remember saying that I could not imagine such a thing.  Children running to their father and saying something positively vile and sordid and not ducking.  Jay Adams said, if you are a merciful parent you will have that happen.   I couldn’t imagine it.  I followed his way, as much as I could and now when they go there, I can take out my sordid language and threaten them with toothlessness.  We both know that we will always love each other and that we would never do anything to really harm one another though we get in each others last nerves.  One day it will all be a memory and the thought that the quiet memories of our bustling house will be a story of yesteryear is motivating and cultivating.  Take it down now.  You may not remember and when they have to read this story to you from the blog, you can say, did that really happen to me?  Did Ezra really kiss me in the mouth and say, see you tomorrow mom, in his nearly manly voice?  Enoch was calling how many times to find out about what cupcakes and what ice cream to get?  Was I there?  Was Ethan sleeping next to me in service with all that noise and bumping of the black church traditions and he could sleep?  He is like his father was at that age.  A full mind and a tired heart,  he will find his way.  He will find his spiritual passion.  He will wake up to the things that we all are grateful for.  Busyness and messiness of life has created great a people after a while.  Maybe a long while and maybe a very long while and maybe tomorrow…

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Thanks for all your help, during the evacuation!

Not easy to move a small tribe like ours on a dime. But you were up to the task. A few glitches, for sure,that we will need to troubleshoot and update our processes. Still,all in all it was a smooth run. God had some treasured lessons for us that we couldn't have learned by staying home. We are all plucked as brands from the burning in our souls and always to be ready to move in the rapture. That was a delightful first practice session and no one was "left behind".

Monday, August 7, 2017

I loved your candor, in our discussion, last night!

Let us keep our world in prayer. The condition of the Church and our souls, depends upon it. As we take our world and attempt to place hand in hand with Jesus, we are aware that we must protect our own souls and keep ourselves attached to our Savior while being relevant and engaging in the process. Our dearest friends and our furthest enemies, we wouldn't want to see burn in the fires of Hell. So we pray and we "LIVE for Jesus, Out Loud" my devotional blog has some resources, maybe. William Gurnall, Whole Armor of God Book----this is about the whole armor of God subject

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Every year at Wimbledon, God shares something amazing with me...

This year, I thought that I had missed it, for being not really listening. I was studying and struggling, but not really listening. I was bearing burdens, some of mine and some of others, but kind of, sticking my fingers in my ears for a new secret. I have enough to do with the things that I already know, I kind of was saying to God. He always breaks in!

So many years ago, I was cleaning chicken with Aunt Gail. She doesn't buy kosher meat, like my mother and the chicken definitely looked very different from the chickens that I had seen in my mother's kitchen. I didn't judge the chicken, but I was grossed out, as usual. I knew that I had to clean a chicken or two sometimes, but I hadn't the number of children that I have now. She had her cleaning utensils set like a surgeon and she was cutting and cutting and she really made me wonder if she planned to eat any of the chicken legs that she had bought. I thought she paid per pound and she cut half of what she bought off the chicken in cleaning it. What a questionable practice? As usual, I said nothing, just watched her meticulous ways. I chalked it up to her being fastidious. Finally she stopped on the last level of cutting and it was a bunch of gunk that wasn't meat and wasn't fat, etc. I was so grossed out. She looked me in the eye and she said, do you see this? I said yes, kind of questioningly. This is cancer, as far as I am concerned. Okay! I said. This is the way that we were taught to humor our elders, as they instructed us with things that we couldn't understand. I was feeling privileged that she had brought me into this close confidence and I was old enough to understand the grief that we all had of the loved ones lost to this disease that was inexplicable. My father had his own superstitions about it also, so I kind of hugged her hard as we parted and hoped that God would comfort her in her pain.

A quiet person gets alot of these kinds of personal confessions from people that Ruth used to sluff off and say "are you writing a book?" No, but we are passing on important information, respecting healthy living and lives. God wants us to be healthy and mothering is about holding these things. Midnight is about putting out the light that motherhood has lit for us to walk by.

That is an aside and some of the messages from earlier Wimbledon finals

This one was about my juicer and the crud that has built up on my juicer. I had let that yucky stuff build up on it. I took out the baking soda and vinegar and went to work on my juicer, in honor of the Ruth who taught us to juice{rest her soul}. I have my juicing items and am taking more painstaking effort to keep my juice clean. I used to say, I am the only one drinking this. My body can process the gunk. This time the gunk represented the gunk in my own bloodstream and that of my progenitors. Helping their bodies process these foods well and fully is the quest of my life. Wimbledon affords the elites with a superior experience of Tennis. Immaculate courts and seasoned players on a background of seeming unattainable etiquette. We mustn't put family into such an unattainable category. We certainly shouldn't put health and wholeness into such a category. Getting in touch as to when your body is working properly and when it isn't and why is the job of motherhood. Your mission, should God call you to the task is to get to the innards of your family and trouble it into the best condition possible.

Clean is part of this. Clean insides means eating veggies and juicing, when possible, with the cleanest juicer that you can keep. Exercising and moving and doing your best to be the example that you want them to follow. Cut as much of the parts of your meat that you don't think are healthy, Like Aunt Gail showed me and listen carefully for the right things that older people have to tell you. Learn to listen and listen to learn and God will whisper behind what they say what his secrets are about it.

And remind me to tell you the secret that God showed me this year, sometime.
My juice this morning was 3 large celery sticks and one large apples=1 measured cup of celery apple juice-

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Notes from devotions today: sundry thoughts

when the eyes of man, as of all the tribes of Israel, shall be toward the LORD. Zech 9:1b
Zechariah 9:9  Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; shout, O daughter of Jerusalem: behold, thy King cometh unto thee: he is just, and having salvation; lowly, and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt the foal of an ass.  Zechariah 9:10  And I will cut off the chariot from Ephraim, and the horse from Jerusalem, and the battle bow shall be cut off: and he shall speak peace unto the heathen: and his dominion shall be from sea even to sea, and from the river even to the ends of the earth. Zechariah 9:16 And the LORD their God shall save them in that day as the flock of his people: for they shall be as the stones of a crown, lifted up as an ensign upon his land. Hadrach Original Word: חַדְרָך Chariots in the fire references  7 Reference(s) Found. Joshua 11:6 And the LORD said unto Joshua, Be not afraid because of them: for to morrow about this time will I deliver them up all slain before Israel: thou shalt hough their horses, and burn their chariots with fire.  2 Kings 2:11 And it came to pass, as they still went on, and talked, that, behold, there appeared a chariot of fire, and horses of fire, and parted them both asunder; and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.  2 Kings 6:17 And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.  2 Kings 23:11  And he took away the horses that the kings of Judah had given to the sun, at the entering in of the house of the LORD, by the chamber of Nathanmelech the chamberlain, which was in the suburbs, and burned the chariots of the sun with fire.  Psalm 46:9  He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.  Isaiah 66:15 For, behold, the LORD will come with fire, and with his chariots like a whirlwind, to render his anger with fury, and his rebuke with flames of fire.  Joel 2:5 Like the noise of chariots on the tops of mountains shall they leap, like the noise of a flame of fire that devoureth the stubble, as a strong people set in battle array.  15 Reference(s) Found. Daniel 1:7 Unto whom the prince of the eunuchs gave names: for he gave unto Daniel the name of Belteshazzar; and to Hananiah, of Shadrach; and to Mishael, of Meshach; and to Azariah, of Abednego.  Daniel 2:49  Then Daniel requested of the king, and he set Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, over the affairs of the province of Babylon: but Daniel sat in the gate of the king.  Daniel 3:12  There are certain Jews whom thou hast set over the affairs of the province of Babylon, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego; these men, O king, have not regarded thee: they serve not thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.  Daniel 3:13  Then Nebuchadnezzar in his rage and fury commanded to bring Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. Then they brought these men before the king.  Daniel 3:14  Nebuchadnezzar spake and said unto them, Is it true, O Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, do not ye serve my gods, nor worship the golden image which I have set up?  Daniel 3:16  Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, answered and said to the king, O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter.  Daniel 3:19  Then was Nebuchadnezzar full of fury, and the form of his visage was changed against Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego: therefore he spake, and commanded that they should heat the furnace one seven times more than it was wont to be heated.  Daniel 3:20  And he commanded the most mighty men that were in his army to bind Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, and to cast them into the burning fiery furnace.  Daniel 3:22  Therefore because the king's commandment was urgent, and the furnace exceeding hot, the flame of the fire slew those men that took up Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.  Daniel 3:23  And these three men, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, fell down bound into the midst of the burning fiery furnace.  Daniel 3:26  Then Nebuchadnezzar came near to the mouth of the burning fiery furnace, and spake, and said, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, ye servants of the most high God, come forth, and come hither. Then Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, came forth of the midst of the fire.  Daniel 3:28  Then Nebuchadnezzar spake, and said, Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, who hath sent his angel, and delivered his servants that trusted in him, and have changed the king's word, and yielded their bodies, that they might not serve nor worship any god, except their own God.  Daniel 3:29  Therefore I make a decree, That every people, nation, and language, which speak any thing amiss against the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, shall be cut in pieces, and their houses shall be made a dunghill: because there is no other God that can deliver after this sort.  Daniel 3:30  Then the king promoted Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, in the province of Babylon.  Zechariah 9:1  The burden of the word of the LORD in the land of Hadrach, and Damascus shall be the rest thereof: when the eyes of man, as of all the tribes of Israel, shall be toward the LORD. of finding Planned Parenthood was organized 10/16/1916, as per Wikipedia Daniel 1:16  Thus Melzar took away the portion of their meat, and the wine that they should drink; and gave them pulse.  Daniel 1:17  As for these four children, God gave them knowledge and skill in all learning and wisdom: and Daniel had understanding in all visions and dreams. 1948 Cheaper by the dozen 1950 Lion Witch Wardrobe In defense of the large family! Perhaps “100 years of deep winter? “ Zechariah 5:9 Then lifted I up mine eyes, and looked, and, behold, there came out two women, and the wind was in their wings; for they had wings like the wings of a stork: and they lifted up the ephah between the earth and the heaven. Shelby William Storck 10/3/1916-4/5/1969

Friday, June 16, 2017

Sweet Land of Liberty?

My country tis of thee, Sweet Land of liberty, Of Thee I sing, Land where our father's died, Land of the Pilgrims pride, Oer every mountainside, Of thee I sing!
I sing this as a prayer to God.It was taught to me in my youth. We sang it daily, in the bygone days when prayer and patriotism were stoked in the schools. Perhaps it means what I sing, perhaps it was a song of glorification of our great land. I sing, "Lord, This country is of Thee! You made it. You put it in the minds of our forefathers to covenant together to govern themselves upon it. I see Your glory in that, Lord. Continue to bless that sentiment to the Glory of Your own power and to the committed deterioration of our own sins and sinful tendencies. Help us to exalt Thee and to abhor our wayward ways. Give us grace to create policy and activity that extends the life of our self-governing and not those that bring your judgment upon us!" Our Liberty is not unconditional. We are prisoners of our success at governing ourselves. God will bless it and He has, as far as I can see. Amen.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

My Country, Tis of Thee

The joy of earning the privilege of participating in governing.  Governing and being governed are important aspects of the beauty of democracy.   I have prayed earnestly to see the evolution of our race from being the governed to full participants with right perspective in the governing process.   I rejoice when I see any woman grow to education and participation. But, Black women are especially a reason for rejoicing in my heart of hearts for their continued development.  Shirley Chisolm and Kay James and Condi Rice were special to my heart in watching the development.  There is something more personal and more intense about my love of Kamala Harris.  I love her spirit.  I love her no-nonsense style.  She seems to have everything.  She seems to exude authority and power.
I see in her, something that I love and abhor in myself, tooth and grit.  She attacks the problem and the investigations like a dog and that is a beautiful thing.
I am that kind of a dog.  Truth is something to be dug for.  It is a compelling passion and an intense fettish.  But there is a seasoning that must be reached for.  There is a balance between learning the importance of truth versus the importance of relationship.  People are always more important than things.  It is important that people know you have teeth, but they needn't see them in every interaction.  Adams Rib the movie, Spencer Tracey and Katherine Hepburn is a beautiful example of when white women grew and were learning this dynamic of relationship.  Am I speaking to a superior or an inferior?  This question usually doesn't enter our minds.  We are as much on trial in an investigation as our participant in governing.  Do you know how to speak to people who are far superior to you in knowledge and experience?  You sharpened your teeth on criminals.  They are humans first and now, perhaps the most dangerous of the people that we speak to are those who are above us.  Do we engage the training that our slave heritage has blessed us with?
Am I this man's daughter or mother?  He may perjure himself through your line of questioning.That is not the goal of our interrogation. Our respect of others as humans is important, from the criminal court to the Supreme Court.
Entreating an elder, as a father is completely lost to the African American Women in authority {our feministic culture precludes it}, for the most part.  Should you want to have a long term relationship with the truth and governing, you must learn to humble yourself.  You are not on the proving ground anymore.  You have won the right to govern.  Humble yourself under the mighty hand of God and He will let you show your teeth, very rarely.  Your whisper will be heard and hearkened.  I love you Kamala Harris and I wish you years and years of great success in the sphere of representing us in America. I love the sincere pursuit of truth that your words and presence represents.  God bless your growth process in your governing and representing.  Amen.