tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75850935962874509232024-02-19T09:16:21.230-08:00 NANA'S KNOLL THIS AND THAT ABOUT MY LIFEnanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585093596287450923.post-14329191159299925352020-07-10T21:11:00.003-07:002020-07-10T21:12:04.228-07:00USING ANTIQUES IN THE KITCHENI so enjoy using antiques in my kitchen. I feel like the use of them would have put a smile on the previous owners face. All the hard work they did in the kitchens years ago. Preparing food from scratch and satisfying their families and friends. I now do a lot of homemade cooking from scratch. Some of our health problem require we do not eat certain preservatives that are in some food items.<div>Also I do not put these antiques in a dish washer. I wash them by hand when I use them. Dishwashers can strip the antiques of their colors. Our ancestors washed these by hand.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicFotjO7zBbEklb-a4Rzr9VCP8ULWFRJ9Pa1RFPyRcn7klKGKFg_CBwOM2Oeh_XydLYEaVsfgY2ntkCuvt4thC4IzX_h3R20fWgoidzOdXK0C-V2294fzOWjIjieAifAb7e4J5-GKAC3n0/s2048/IMG_1198+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicFotjO7zBbEklb-a4Rzr9VCP8ULWFRJ9Pa1RFPyRcn7klKGKFg_CBwOM2Oeh_XydLYEaVsfgY2ntkCuvt4thC4IzX_h3R20fWgoidzOdXK0C-V2294fzOWjIjieAifAb7e4J5-GKAC3n0/s320/IMG_1198+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>This item is like the one my grandmother used to put bread in. It is called a bread box. This was not hers, but I found one just like it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1Ou9phvWVMmbJBQiGn1qJBkoJM4V38Jzm__Qcu9nqzt5Tb5pQZUTNOaski6LJWrdVkmqj7yMDCi1VtbZGi28Oc0Vm93LdGn3Q_O_LLkowqszUZuAzcOaZ-zk_JrllQ4m9MOS17lPlm-O/s2048/IMG_1209+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1Ou9phvWVMmbJBQiGn1qJBkoJM4V38Jzm__Qcu9nqzt5Tb5pQZUTNOaski6LJWrdVkmqj7yMDCi1VtbZGi28Oc0Vm93LdGn3Q_O_LLkowqszUZuAzcOaZ-zk_JrllQ4m9MOS17lPlm-O/s320/IMG_1209+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>Here are some of the containers that store in this old bread box.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-muW1F2Ow10DzoFLLs-1yWAwgZHiowiej6TvICab4fvEFkGodZRIpzC_CfrXmwmhdX5pPvtLqWRkJMQJJlcbyrcJgyK5Y975KuwcYTKLm7v0axRdUcVoTj9KXkqzlrdW95UXhZibH0Fa/s2048/IMG_1191+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-muW1F2Ow10DzoFLLs-1yWAwgZHiowiej6TvICab4fvEFkGodZRIpzC_CfrXmwmhdX5pPvtLqWRkJMQJJlcbyrcJgyK5Y975KuwcYTKLm7v0axRdUcVoTj9KXkqzlrdW95UXhZibH0Fa/s320/IMG_1191+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>The toaster is sitting on an antique tray. It sure comes in handy holding all these kitchen items. It catches the crumbs from the toaster. The cup is an antique also. As you can see I am using it to hold the measuring spoons.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIipYyd0rdq1hjqzI9eKUuATDyPVQuqM5FzB0n3IUqLed6myqgLjvpdTH4v6jpnQwvhPrS5ww0SO3kH1UdT55_-qWG5TrkFvcCu_RchpChhb2G8Nz4-pL1zcAC8zERs8E35CJ39SvUf2mI/s2048/IMG_1193+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIipYyd0rdq1hjqzI9eKUuATDyPVQuqM5FzB0n3IUqLed6myqgLjvpdTH4v6jpnQwvhPrS5ww0SO3kH1UdT55_-qWG5TrkFvcCu_RchpChhb2G8Nz4-pL1zcAC8zERs8E35CJ39SvUf2mI/s320/IMG_1193+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>The small red and yellow containers were used to store things in the refrigerator. I remember my grandmothers having these. I put butter in the red container. The yellow one is empty right now. The salt and pepper shaker are also antiques.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNquCTOPN6jogjBf2oREPPmzrvncjAjvlNK2clcQsD4a-mem83WNiY0W1O1_wdKWGrH127oqM2O7gyDcX8MEIPe4_mRY6VbIAdPwsxWubx7Q5NfjWZi3LD6vcLVzJKfJWvO_6tSux0DbNe/s2048/IMG_1195+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNquCTOPN6jogjBf2oREPPmzrvncjAjvlNK2clcQsD4a-mem83WNiY0W1O1_wdKWGrH127oqM2O7gyDcX8MEIPe4_mRY6VbIAdPwsxWubx7Q5NfjWZi3LD6vcLVzJKfJWvO_6tSux0DbNe/s320/IMG_1195+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div>These small refrigerator containers are great for storing small things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcipDVp63XvUI22JS4TD_4-6A4JQKVxqrUUt1dj0qi4wQJH-N8IncPfh8oQyKSlVJ6Mcgd-upu9NKU1JykYmDDHQsJfupGkrxEwYoJZOPMdH3i3yhiH86-66CRdll3H_BKoO1JHQPJHUMc/s2048/IMG_1196+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcipDVp63XvUI22JS4TD_4-6A4JQKVxqrUUt1dj0qi4wQJH-N8IncPfh8oQyKSlVJ6Mcgd-upu9NKU1JykYmDDHQsJfupGkrxEwYoJZOPMdH3i3yhiH86-66CRdll3H_BKoO1JHQPJHUMc/s320/IMG_1196+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>I keep tooth picks in this container. I like using them for testing baked goods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvh0eWAYXpZ18OtvLbx9PPXDT-xtz3opgrDILFGBdGVYE-u7tvB1JYMu_6L1stRYt9bu-Yam3zsEVeX3B0uh06yox1znN5Q83yGOCeXdQtiMaOk61mXdmA0IyfN4a9l1ulJZaJW3W-JH9/s2048/IMG_1194+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvh0eWAYXpZ18OtvLbx9PPXDT-xtz3opgrDILFGBdGVYE-u7tvB1JYMu_6L1stRYt9bu-Yam3zsEVeX3B0uh06yox1znN5Q83yGOCeXdQtiMaOk61mXdmA0IyfN4a9l1ulJZaJW3W-JH9/s320/IMG_1194+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>These bowls sit on my counter top. I use the blue one a lot, as there is only my dear husband and me. I have used the large red one when raising bread. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMrNzvvN0MIVMbiB0-U0uriQUFMB7WQOkK94PGhqSTtVDt7RVU2WjetGTqxleG1k1WXqAf8bFB04_Gcq36VhJo2r7WYXdi_ki6fOwfSiklS5jqVN4uXNKL57H20dywZfLAVPJ0vBpDUVf/s2048/IMG_1186+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMrNzvvN0MIVMbiB0-U0uriQUFMB7WQOkK94PGhqSTtVDt7RVU2WjetGTqxleG1k1WXqAf8bFB04_Gcq36VhJo2r7WYXdi_ki6fOwfSiklS5jqVN4uXNKL57H20dywZfLAVPJ0vBpDUVf/s320/IMG_1186+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This large dish rack is an antique large one. I have not seen one this large. Dishes were of course washed by hand as the dish washing machines were not the norm then.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cHU8X_ya5UlalxejfhDGauzz5bnyAB5purVcSOMe1XEHnrzY_ZNwSk7_xyMS1KpdmYVBMwzbpqcmDY4kKOKWyjrG48dyQtRlbEmepNdo3WpBWacvSAC4i8d1FFwwE26CK4CXh951FblC/s2048/IMG_1199+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cHU8X_ya5UlalxejfhDGauzz5bnyAB5purVcSOMe1XEHnrzY_ZNwSk7_xyMS1KpdmYVBMwzbpqcmDY4kKOKWyjrG48dyQtRlbEmepNdo3WpBWacvSAC4i8d1FFwwE26CK4CXh951FblC/s320/IMG_1199+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div>These small crocks I have kitchen utensils in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_arygs02nPqyqpOIjEf_tqd5QULPPRpxU-KRB9-QuqVREgZDngK_jVTfTDsOwSmux7z92_9kQyWoTN-tAXeP0pYik3w6tXFwBCFgKegpwea9gxRpcrPuSpHJUGpRcY9z-XJgHSa4ZwpH/s2048/IMG_1220+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_arygs02nPqyqpOIjEf_tqd5QULPPRpxU-KRB9-QuqVREgZDngK_jVTfTDsOwSmux7z92_9kQyWoTN-tAXeP0pYik3w6tXFwBCFgKegpwea9gxRpcrPuSpHJUGpRcY9z-XJgHSa4ZwpH/s320/IMG_1220+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div>These cream pitchers now hold utensils that I use in the baking section of my kitchen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PwrJC08cmDzpM1s3YBXYqgu_L_sFclVczUECeB9a9lICou-MMhLGkD6bsDXqr3asSxAeQsR703U-QWyM48DRPl13Gks3IRc-iC-sGJrmuR7ICUIceVMMGmNtFOzVeOMUATqBFh4wKK0K/s2048/IMG_1211+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PwrJC08cmDzpM1s3YBXYqgu_L_sFclVczUECeB9a9lICou-MMhLGkD6bsDXqr3asSxAeQsR703U-QWyM48DRPl13Gks3IRc-iC-sGJrmuR7ICUIceVMMGmNtFOzVeOMUATqBFh4wKK0K/s320/IMG_1211+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>As you can see these old jars now hold cookies for snacking. The lids I did paint. A lot of them were old Best Food mayonnaise jars.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfGf7rLdztp6j8RgO7yZaHCOkiJZF1J-w3DaImXWXx0noyA1Et4Y2f82yOEQaDKNLI-C0LKTNTHdGSRrsp8Dc-YuuvDc0CFWsWzvirTNS-uDSlrFjjnrDoe-2iYe3WCyxbP_wMTS5edQv/s2048/IMG_1215+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfGf7rLdztp6j8RgO7yZaHCOkiJZF1J-w3DaImXWXx0noyA1Et4Y2f82yOEQaDKNLI-C0LKTNTHdGSRrsp8Dc-YuuvDc0CFWsWzvirTNS-uDSlrFjjnrDoe-2iYe3WCyxbP_wMTS5edQv/s320/IMG_1215+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div>This older jar that has a canning seal and lid on top holds my peppermint tea.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BAfUCGHHpooIUKegf1uyBRREjWjlS7IgqkQ5k7XDg9sbuNt2umNmWkcwAgQ_3Y8EF48COPZcuBKAw0LO6n8EEB9UYy9VlnQXxynlC_gybG4VTRw5n3BrjDQBQZsIXYIQ_FwP0u7wX2tl/s640/IMG_1226+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BAfUCGHHpooIUKegf1uyBRREjWjlS7IgqkQ5k7XDg9sbuNt2umNmWkcwAgQ_3Y8EF48COPZcuBKAw0LO6n8EEB9UYy9VlnQXxynlC_gybG4VTRw5n3BrjDQBQZsIXYIQ_FwP0u7wX2tl/s320/IMG_1226+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I actually use these bowls in my baking section of the kitchen. The jars up above hold Splenda Blends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4nH0v3VpmK344TJke3veWVddSMUcnmUImr42KT4U-_b0eKyq_HdDeGRDbgsgPrEl28kM4-jtMfP9VOD72S-eRCykrdTjDmflT2iYztojKMA9iAlTWG7UuXXE4sYU6HT8hSQVQm_XqOFM/s640/IMG_1229+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4nH0v3VpmK344TJke3veWVddSMUcnmUImr42KT4U-_b0eKyq_HdDeGRDbgsgPrEl28kM4-jtMfP9VOD72S-eRCykrdTjDmflT2iYztojKMA9iAlTWG7UuXXE4sYU6HT8hSQVQm_XqOFM/s320/IMG_1229+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div>These are older recipe boxes. These recipes boxes are colorful and a lot of fun to use.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbeUSh8FxREIGIQQknRsFE-HhL-BFHDRfkN7tKwhD8n4LHSUBl-JTDzG1et5qju-BNybQ5_Sl_N0zvbACQDnkbOJs1PTB6tNooX5xeXmGxY1WfLAKsao2XKSPAo5TcnFNgQyBcp_8YYYC/s640/IMG_1227+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbeUSh8FxREIGIQQknRsFE-HhL-BFHDRfkN7tKwhD8n4LHSUBl-JTDzG1et5qju-BNybQ5_Sl_N0zvbACQDnkbOJs1PTB6tNooX5xeXmGxY1WfLAKsao2XKSPAo5TcnFNgQyBcp_8YYYC/s320/IMG_1227+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><div>Actually using these for recipe boxes is a lot of fun. I put my recipes that I use weekly in them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcVwuxIbqQSR6obWCA74m8F0fp0rUgpNMEO2DByn1kBSCzoJf0zoO1fSesi1mImOVy9BNL3Gu2S5cueJ9BGJesAKSvZDUVEJkDpeWGMxuGUXwdahyphenhyphenysaLjEuGD5O8Ep8cptKOzjlx_y1o/s2048/IMG_1221+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcVwuxIbqQSR6obWCA74m8F0fp0rUgpNMEO2DByn1kBSCzoJf0zoO1fSesi1mImOVy9BNL3Gu2S5cueJ9BGJesAKSvZDUVEJkDpeWGMxuGUXwdahyphenhyphenysaLjEuGD5O8Ep8cptKOzjlx_y1o/s320/IMG_1221+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>Last but not least, we use the old clock. It is a lot of fun working with and by these antiques. Surrounded by objects that remind me of the past, not to mention just fun to use.</div><div><br /></div></div>nanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585093596287450923.post-61161147966003485092019-11-17T05:57:00.000-08:002019-11-17T05:57:45.736-08:00"THE LORDS" TRUCK LOAD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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years back we were in a situation where our saws were not working. We
did not have the money to do anything about it. I do not know why
because of the years, but we had no way of having wood for our stoves
that winter. The only source of heat at the time was our wood
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had no idea what we were going to do. I remember telling the Lord
that we needed some means of getting wood. That he was the only one
that could help us.</span></span></div>
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hubby and my son decided one day after my prayer (which I had not told anyone) to take a
different route home. If you ask them why they say they do not know
why they did. The road was under these huge electric lines. There
was a crew there cutting up juniper and putting it through a wood
chipper.</span></span></div>
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hubby and son asked them if they could have the wood they were
cutting and they said yes. We think they were very relieved to not
have to spend the time putting it through the chipper.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
brought truck load after truck load of wood home. We were not the
only ones. While we were getting these loads a few others found out
about it and they were supplied wood also free. </span></span>
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wood lasted us a few years. The Lord always answers our prayers and
when he says yes to a prayer, it is over and aboard what we have
asked for.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
problem is Christians have to stop saying the word “I”. In other
words we need to stop saying I can do this, or we can do this. We
need to remember everything comes from the Lord and look to Him only.
Of course we have to do our part. We still had to go get that wood
and split it etc. But it is an attitude of looking to him for even
the biggest or smallest thing in our lives. Not getting anxious
about how “We” can do this but how will the Lord provide this so
we can do it. We also have to realize He is God almighty and when we
ask, we know He says yes or no and be satisfied with the answer.
Look to Him for the way He wants our prayers answered. I so have to
remind myself of this time and time again. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This
picture of this truck is planted in my mind. There are so many
pictures of how the Lord provided for us and still does. ASK the
Lord for the answers!</span></span></div>
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BEING BLESSED??</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">I
have been going to put this post on with a list (at the bottom of
page) that changed my life. I believe the Lord was telling me to put
it on. Of course I was busy. That is my nature for sure. I am like
Martha and worry about so many things that need to be done, I forget
the important things. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">But
as usual life causes us to stop and think and look to the Lord for
the answers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">As
Christians we are looking for God's blessings. You all know what I
am talking about the little things. The things that mean something
to us or we know God is right beside us, knows our trials, our
frustrations. He sends some little or big blessing that warms our
hearts. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">For
example I have been trying to cut my grocery bill. But it seemed
that no matter what I did I spent more. I knew something was wrong.
So what do you do when something is wrong. You ask God to show you
what it is.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">When
he shows you, you do what the word says and you confess to Him. Yes
you are right that is exactly what I have been doing. You admit to
God and yourself that your old sin nature is in total control.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">For
me the thing I had been doing seemed like a “little thing” and
justifiable. But in reality it was a condemning thought process that
led me to accuse and belittle someone else. When God showed me I had
to admit it and say, yes I was doing this and ask His forgiveness. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">I
had to take God's viewpoint not my old sin natures. I needed to
think and do as the Lord wanted me to do. I was thinking of myself
and only of myself in relationship to the matter. Oh the enemy and
our old sin nature are so good at diverting us and getting us in such
a mess. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">But
once I did as the Lord wanted things changed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">At
the next shopping trip little blessings appeared. Those things I
needed were on sale. We were also even given some free things. All
this I knew was from the Lord. He was blessing my life again. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">God
does not bless sin. Some of us forget how our old sin natures can
just take over and that we are not living in the Holy Spirit. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">If
we want that close relationship and those little blessings we must
live in the Spirit. If we are sinning, no matter how little to us it
seems, we will be out of fellowship with our Lord.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">I
was changed by a book I read with a list of the old sin natures
characteristics. Even though I have to go back to this list, as the
old sin nature is adapt at having me forget. I read it again and
again and know that the Lord does not want me living in it and being
His miserable child, whom he must discipline. I am glad he
disciplines me, as it always brings me back to His Grace and Love.
That is if I listen to Him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">Below
is the list (from a Christian Book) of how the old sin nature works.
The “I” in Romans 7 that Paul talks about.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-will</u>
“We have turned every one to his own way.” The flesh wants its
own way and is determined to have it even if it defies and disobeys
God and over-rides others. “I will” is the alphabet out of which
self fashions its language of life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-contentedness</u>
“the sin nature” feeds upon itself. It is the beginning and the
end. Life presents little that interests or affects it except as it
relates to itself. It is the center of the world in which it lives
and moves and it always looks out for number one.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-assertion</u>
“the sin nature” believes that everyone is as interested in it
and as fascinated by him or herself. So it protrudes and projects
self into the sight, hearing and notice of others continually. It
monopolizes conversations and the theme is always “I,” “my,”
and “mine.” It walks with a swagger and expects the world to
stop work and look at it. And it never dreams how offensive
self-importance is to others.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-depreciation
</u>“the sin nature” is very versatile and sometimes it suits its
purpose better to clothe its pride in a false humility. It curls up
in its self depreciation and shirks a lot of hard work which other
people have to do. It magnifies its littleness and feebleness to its
own advantage, yet with strange inconsistency it resents others
taking its professed estimate of itself and treating it accordingly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-conceit</u>
“the sin nature” lives so much in it self that he, or she, does
not know how big the world is in which they lives and how many other
really intelligent people there are in it, so it has little regard
for the opinions of others, especially if contrary to his or her own.
It looks with pride and pity upon those less favored and gifted than
himself.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-love</u>
“the sin nature” loves itself supremely, one might say almost
exclusively. It loves God not at all and its human love for others
is tainted more or less with selfishness, jealousy, envy or impurity.
Indeed “the old sin nature,” makes an idol of itself which it
not only loves but worships.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Set-indulgence
</u>“the old sin nature” eats, drinks, and is merry. For it to
want anything is equivalent to having it. It pampers and coddles
itself; it can even indulge its extravagant, fleshy appetites while
others starve to death before its eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-pleasing</u>
“the old sin nature” chafes under discomfort and deprivation and
is grumpy and peevish unless everything in the life of its day
ministers to its real or imagined needs, it lives unto only one
person whose name is SELF.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-seeking</u>
“the old sin nature” is on a quest: it is after whatever will
advance the cause of self. It seeks with feverish ambition and
activity praise, position, power, prominence, and anything that
checks its gaining them is attributed to others.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-pity</u>
“the old sin nature,” love for itself often creates within
rebellion against its circumstances or relationships; it exaggerates
its own possible suffering, discomfort or sorrow and makes itself and
others miserable by its habitual murmuring.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-sensitiveness</u>
“the old sin nature,” is extremely hard to live with because it
is covered with wounds and is continually being hurt afresh. It is
not very companionable because usually it is dissolved in tears,
shrouded in silence, or enjoying a pout.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-defense</u>
“the old sin nature,” is very jealous of his rights and busy
avenging his wrongs. He indulges freely in lawsuits In pursuit of
its own vindication and justification. In case of disagreement and
estrangement with others it is blinded by it own sin.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-trust</u>
“the old sin nature,” is very self confident and feels no need of
one wiser and stronger than itself. Trusting in its own powers and
resources it is prone to say “though all men shall deny thee, yet
will not I.” (what Peter said to Jesus).</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-sufficiency</u>
“the old sin nature,” is self confident, fosters an egotistical,
smug self satisfaction which leaves it stagnant. It has neither
desire nor sense of need for anything beyond what it already
possesses.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-consciousness
</u>“the old nature,” never forgets itself: where ever it goes
it casts a shadow of itself before. It is constantly occupied with
photographing itself. It is chained to itself and as it walks one
hears the clank of the chains. It is often morbidly
self-introspective.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-exaltation</u>
“the old sin nature,” is absorbed in its own excellencies: it
overestimates itself and its abilities: it thirst for admiration and
praise and it thrives on flattery. It secretly worships at the
shrine “Self” and it wishes others to do so publicly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-righteousness</u>
“the old sin nature,” loves to dress itself in the garments of
morality, benevolence and public spiritedness. It even patronizes
the Church and often assists in drives for raising money for
religious purposes, heading the list of donors with a handsome gift.
It keeps a double entry account book—both with the Church and with
the world and expects a reward both on earth and in Heaven</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;"><u>Self-glorying</u>—perhaps
“the old sin nature,” resents this plain delineation of itself as
it really is and thinks the condemnation too sweeping. Immediately
it begins to enumerate its good qualities, its amibleness, geniality,
tolerance, self-control, sacrificial spirit and other virtues. In
doing so it takes all the credit to itself for what it is, exhibiting
ill-concealed pride and vanity.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">THE
END</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">I
do not know about you-but I see myself in so many of these things and
that is when I am living in the old sin nature and not in the new. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">Thank
you Jesus Christ that when you come or we die we will no longer have
this old sin nature. In the mean time continue to show us when we are
living in this old nature and not in your Spirit. So we can live
blessed and fulfilled lives.</span></span></div>
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nanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585093596287450923.post-8133304318674170892018-12-17T19:34:00.001-08:002019-04-11T19:56:43.285-07:00SEWN LEG AND ARM WARMERS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Just finished the 8 Leg and Arm warmers. These will keep my Dear Mother-in-Law who is 90 nice and warm at the home she is at.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After the picking of the apples, the work in the kitchen begins. Dear Hubby was sitting at the table most of the day with the apple peeler and peeling about 2 bushel baskets of apples. I have started the process of cooking the apples till tender for applesauce. The apples I am doing had blemishes or dropped and would eventually bruise so we make applesauce out of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">With the apple peeler we did not need to run them through the fruit grinder (as I call it). I just had to put it in the food processor to grind down to a sauce like consistency.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The food processor did a great job and now I will heat it up for canning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">With this being applesauce I used my pressure cooker as it is faster and it takes less time to process in the altitude of over 6,000 ft. where I live.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The finished product. This will be so good on pancakes, cakes, muffins, or just to eat this winter. Healthy no preservative apple sauce.</span></div>
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<b>Son up in the tree on ladder. I think he enjoys picking the fruit for eating later.</b></div>
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<b>Sorting the apples for canning, cold storage, or pigs and chickens if badly infested with any bugs or bird pecking.</b></div>
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<b>My honey holding ladder and passing apples down to us.</b></div>
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<b>He just loves orchards and especially seeing them complete their season.</b></div>
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<b>So now the job is mine to make applesauce and apple pie filling. Hard work, but oh so rewarding in the winter to go and get a can of homemade, pesticide free apples.</b></div>
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Today Dear Hubby and I worked on canning
tomatoes. I set up my oster machine with the attachment that takes
the skins and seeds out of the tomatoes.
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Dear Hubby cut the tomatoes up so I
could cook them down until soft. Then I run them through the oster
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While he did that I canned some yellow
wax green beans. Then I started working on the tomato pulp and
chopped onion. I cooked it for a little while. Then filled the half
pints with the pulp.
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We did canning of tomato sauce at my son's for the last 3 days so was glad to get some done at home also.
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It was a productive day. We are
looking forward to harvesting more tomatoes and having our pantry
full for this winter. Especially without the extra ingredients that
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<span style="font-size: large;">Living where there are only 2 major
stores to buy groceries we do not always get the sales that other
people in cities are able to obtain. We have a Wal-Mart and a
Safeway. We have a Big Lots, Dollar General, and Dollar Tree.
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today at Safeway we found thin cut
chuck steak 30% off. Part Skim Mozzarella was $5.99 a large bag.
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<span style="font-size: large;">The red peppers were .50 cents each.
Last week they were 2.99 each. Cucumbers were .50 each. 1% milk was
1.99 too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">These items will make some good
fajitas, stir fry, beef stroganoff, and some vegetable beef soup.
The Mozzarella will make some good home made veggie pizza and dear
hubbies regular pizza. The red peppers will become Nomato Sauce. A
sauce that I can eat with IC bladder.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not bad for just going after Milk,
butter, and sour cream.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">In May we covered the small green house. It is not an easy task. I have watched video's on it and it looked so simple. </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">My son had done one before and told us it was not a 15 minute job like some say.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Anyway we got it covered and my hubby worked on the windows and doors screening them.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">It has all paid off. We harvested green beans and tomatoes.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I canned 70 pints so far. The green beans just keep on producing. They seem to love the green house environment.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I am canning tomato sauce now. My son made his salsa and he canned it. I can not do the salsa and breath the fumes from the hot peppers. Strange I know but everyone has their allergies.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">We raised onions and tomatoes in the uncovered green houses. We tried zucchini but pack rats are great climbers and just climbed over the fencing we temporarily put up to keep the rabbits out. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">We plan on covering the other 2 green houses this fall and winter. We picked up the cover for one of the large green houses this summer on the way back from visiting family in California</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">We harvested the onions and put them in the drying shed my son built. It sure works great. We got 8 boxes filled of the cured onions in the first batch. The second batch is in the drying shed now. So we are done with the onions this year.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I enjoyed growing in the green house. You do not have the bug problem that you have in the field. </span><br />
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Blessed
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessed
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>That
my eyes are dim and wits are slow.</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessed
are they who look away</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>When
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessed
are they with a cheery smile</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Who
stop to chat for a little while.</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessed
are they who never say</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;">“</span></em><em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>You’ve
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessed
are they who know the ways</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>To
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessed
are they who make it known</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>That
I’m loved, respected, and not alone.</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessed
are they who know I’m at a loss</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>To
find the strength to carry the cross.</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Blessed
are they who ease the way</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>On
my journey Home in loving ways.</i></span></span></span></em></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is a tribute to my daughter Carrie Bleau and her family. For years they have taken my mother'in'love "Grandma Kitty" on so many of their trips and functions. They have gone and got her almost every Sunday for dinner. Every Tuesday was Pizza night and they would go and get her and bring her to the house for pizza. Grandma Kitty loved pizza and never seemed to get tired of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Carrie took her grocery shopping and when she could no longer go and do it she did it for her. They would all come over and clean her apartment when Grandma Kitty no longer could do it. She took her to doctors appointments. What ever Grandma Kitty needed they saw to it that it was done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My husband and I moved to CA to help out, as Grandma got to where she could not do as much. But because of getting environmental asthma while there, we had to move back to AZ. So Carrie and Family carried on without us as usual.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few weeks ago Grandma Kitty fell and broke her hip. Carrie and Family have been right there for her. Going after work all most every day to see and cheer her on, at the hospital and now the home where she is getting therapy. </span><br />
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It has been awhile since I posted a
page. Been busy working on what most people call a homestead. The name of the homestead
is called Moonrise Farms. That is what is on a rock sign out in
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You do see a lot of neat moon rises and
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Dear Hubby and I have been working on
things here. I have been weeding some of the large garden that had
onions, asparagus and rhubarb that has volunteered. We thought they
were all dead but with watering they have come up. We are
going to let most of this go to seed so we can have the seed. We
will not be able to use the large garden until we can repair the
fencing as the cotton tail rabbits, and jack rabbits are able to get
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The start of this week we painted the
chicken pin. Dear Hubby cleaned it out and is going to replace the
roost and also clean up the nests. I was so excited to paint it barn
red. It will be so nice to have fresh farm eggs that have some taste
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I am hoping to order chicks in May. Watching chickens is so much fun for me and I can see the chicken house and run
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are settling into their new home. They are cute and fun to watch
also. Unfortunately dear Hubby will have to clear out some salt bush
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yesterday in the green house area. I went out early before breakfast as it has been getting
hot in the afternoons. It was so nice to weed and listen to the
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We enjoy seeing the results of our labor and keeping busy for two retired people. Plus we hope to reap the benefits of it all in the fall. Yummy fresh veggies, eggs, and our own meat. Along with fresh air and a sense of accomplishment. </div>
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This week was so nice and warm after the week of storms and teen temperatures. We had temps in the high 50's and this week they say around 61 degrees. <br />
It was great for our old bones to get out and get some exercise and fresh air.<br />
We worked in the orchard and on the black berries. We still have some work in the green houses to do. That is where we plan on planting this year. Maybe some potatoes in the field. It is a work in progress.<br />
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This was the orchard before we started. Lorraine my daughter-in-law was teaching for 3 years and was not able to get everything done to the orchard. So the orchard really had 3 nice years of rest. <br />
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Dear Hubby always loved doing fruit trees when we had had them some years back. So he started pruning them.<br />
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I painted the trunks to keep the rabbits from nibbling on the bark. Should have seen me trying to get up after about 2 years of not much physical labor :)</div>
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The orchard after pruning and raking the leaves around the trees. I think they were lifting their branches in praise.<br />
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While I painted tree trunks, Dear Hubby was removing salt bushes (that you see in the picture) so he could get to the blackberries.</div>
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Here are some of the pruned berries. They look just like little green sticks now.</div>
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The fence is cleared of salt bushes and the berries trimmed. There are more to do next week inside the garden. That will be this next weeks labor of love to them.</div>
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nanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585093596287450923.post-78503460080954120122015-04-22T12:43:00.000-07:002016-02-25T08:30:51.978-08:00HONORING OUR PARENTS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Currently my husband and I are helping out with both our elderly mothers. We count it an honor and privilage to do so. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">As parents we tried to instill this into our own children. As grandparents we made a point of telling our grandchildren to listen, obey, and honor their parents also. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">To say that we agreed with our parents on everything would be a lie. But we honor what they stood for and how they brought us into the world, loved us, took care of us, taught us, disciplined us, supported us, laughed and cried with us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">This may not be true for everyone. But, I found it interesting while searching the scriptures that when it says to honour our Father and Mother it does not give any stipulation. Just that we are to do so. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Christ did state that family members would be divided by believing in Him. But it still does not say that we are not to honor are Father and Mother because of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Below are some scriptures I found while searching Father and Mother. </span></div>
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thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the
LORD thy God giveth thee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that smiteth his father, or his mother, shall be surely put to death.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fear every man his mother, and his father, and keep my sabbaths: I <i>am</i>
the LORD your God.</span><br />
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thy father and thy mother, as the LORD thy God hath commanded thee; that thy
days may be prolonged, and that it may go well with thee, in the land which the
LORD thy God giveth thee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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he that setteth light (hold in contemt) by his father or his mother. And all the
people shall say, Amen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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chaseth away <i>his</i> mother, <i>is</i> a son that causeth shame, and bringeth
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unto thy father that begat thee, and despise not thy mother when she is old.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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robbeth his father or his mother, and saith, <i>It is</i> no transgression; the
same <i>is</i> the companion of a destroyer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is</i> a generation <i>that</i> curseth their father, and doth not bless their
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mocketh at <i>his</i> father, and despiseth to obey <i>his</i> mother, the
ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and mother: and, He that curseth father or mother, let him die the death. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Mat 15:5 But ye say, Whosoever shall say to <i>his</i>
father or <i>his</i> mother, <i>It is</i> a gift, by whatsoever thou mightest
be profited by me; <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Mat 15:6 And honour not his father or his mother, <i>he
shall be free.</i> Thus have ye made the commandment of God of none effect by
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Honour thy father and <i>thy</i> mother: and, Thou shalt love thy
neighbour as thyself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Mar 7:11 But ye say, If a man shall say to his father
or mother, <i>It is</i> Corban, that is to say, a gift, by whatsoever thou
mightest be profited by me; <i>he shall be free.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Mar 7:12 And ye suffer him no more to do ought for his
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word of God of none effect through your tradition, which ye have delivered: and
many such like things do ye<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do
not steal, Do not bear false witness, Defraud not, Honour thy father and
mother.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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nanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585093596287450923.post-73893863806096361572014-08-20T18:52:00.002-07:002016-02-25T08:30:51.966-08:00BEATITUDES FOR FRIENDS OF THE AGED<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I came across this beautiful writing the other day and thought I would share it. As I get older this makes more and more sense to me and something for all of us to remember.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I plan to copy it and put it on my refrigerator. Loving and Respecting the people that have made us who we are by giving to us their time and love over a life time.</span><br />
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<em><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Beatitudes
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<em style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Blessed
are they who understand</span></em></div>
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<i><i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><em>My faltering step and
palsied hand.</em></span></i></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they who know
that my ears today</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Must strain to hear the
things they say.</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they who seem
to know</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>That my eyes are dim and
wits are slow.</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they who look
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>When coffee spilled at the
table today.</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they with a
cheery smile</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Who stop to chat for a
little while.</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they who never
say</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>“You’ve told that story
twice today.”</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they who know
the ways</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>To bring back memories of
yesterday.</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they who make
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>That I’m loved, respected,
and not alone.</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they who know
I’m at a loss</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>To find the strength to
carry the cross.</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Blessed are they who ease
the way</em></span></i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 14.6pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>On my journey Home in
loving ways.</em></span></i></div>
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nanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585093596287450923.post-32590616131760242472013-11-14T08:18:00.000-08:002016-02-25T08:30:51.915-08:00SILENCE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes we have a reason for silence and quiet. We have a cross to bear or a duty to perform, or just living. This morning I came across something that is so true. I picked up a book after moving, from a box. It had been in storage a long time. From the time I was a young Christian this author has been a mentor. Now I am an older Christian woman myself. Her wisdom and knowledge of living a Christian life have given me pearls of thought about Christ and our Christian lives over the years. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">From "God's Guidance-A Slow & Certain Light"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The taking up of the cross will mean sooner or later saying no to self. But it is also a resounding yes. It means saying yes when everything in us says no. To decide to do the thing that we (and it will seem everybody else in the world) do not want to do because it is not "natural." And in our giving of wholehearted assent, we find to our amazement that the impossible becomes possible and the things we were sure were beyond us are now within reach, for God's command is his enabling. <i>Never </i>has he given an assignment that was not accompanied by the power to accomplish it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The cross entails sacrifice, too. There is no getting around this. Christianity has been criticized and rejected by many as an "unnatural" religion, a life that denies living, a negation and not an affirmation. Jesus never tried to make it look easy. The principles he taught cut across the grain of human nature: lose your life in order to find it; be poor in spirit if you want to be happy; mourn if you want to rejoice; take the last place if you want the first. The corn of wheat must first fall into the ground and die if it is ever to produce anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">What we must not forget is that he traveled this road before us. He himself endured a cross and thought nothing of its shame:--not because he had a particular liking for self-denial and suffering but "because of the joy he knew would follow his suffering. Think constantly of him enduring all that sinful men could say against him, and you will not lose your purpose or your courage. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Here is a poem she learned in college and what she says about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">A few lines I learned while a student in college have come back to my mind, beckoning me when more immediate rewards were attracting my attention:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I heard him call "Come follow."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">That was all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">My gold grew dim, my soul went after him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Who would not follow</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">If they heard him call?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> by Elisabeth Elliot</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes when we are called by Christ to do a certain thing, and we know some will not understand, we must follow his bidding. He has a purpose for the future and the people involved that we cannot see. We may or may not see the reason to take up such a cross. What we can do is TRUST HIM, for he has the bigger picture in mind. We are but a piece of that picture, if we humbly hear his Call and Follow. "Taking up the cross", as Elizabeth said, involves sacrifices that we may never have even thought of. Thanks be to Jesus Christ our strength comes from him to accomplish these things asked of us.</span></div>
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nanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585093596287450923.post-76300512123280159052013-08-10T21:28:00.001-07:002016-02-25T08:30:51.971-08:00UP A TREE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Luke 11:11 If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent? </i><br />
<i>Luke 11:12 Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion? </i><br />
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I heard an illustration the other day. What if your child was in a tree and about to fall and hurt himself. He cried Daddy help. Would we first say I am sorry you did not make your bed today, you hit your sister, you did not eat your broccoli, your homework is not done, you got into the cookies without asking, etc. etc. No because he is your child you go immediately to help him down.<br />
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Jesus knew human nature, he knew what we were thinking, he knew our hearts. Yet he came to save us anyway. I personally am so grateful that he came to save me a sinner. That I am in his family. Have I been a perfect sin free person since I was saved. Of course not, but every single time I asked forgiveness I was forgiven. Every time my life got messy I cried, Abba Father (interpreted Abba daddy) Lord Help. Every time He was there ready to help me. Did it set anything I did or did not do right , of course not, but I knew where to turn.<br />
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<i>Rom 8:28 And we know that to them that love God all things work together for good, even to them that are called according to his purpose.</i><br />
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I knew who had the answers, who could tell me the truth. Where I would get rest and peace. Whom I could trust with my future.<br />
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<i>Heb 4:13 Neither is there any creature that is not <u>manifest</u> in his sight: but <u>all things</u> are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do</i>.<br />
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God knows the hearts of us all and only God. He knows our motives and our thoughts for everything we do, or not do. We can trust Him to help us and then lead us in the right direction.<br />
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<i>Heb 4:14 Seeing then that we have a great high priest, that is passed into the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession. </i><br />
<i>Heb 4:15 For we have not an high priest which cannot be<u> touched with the feeling of our infirmities</u>; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. </i><br />
<i>Heb 4:16 Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and <b>find grace to help in time of need. </b></i><br />
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Jesus came to save and help sinners. I am so glad that God the Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit has not laid before me my sins, but come to my aid every time <b>I was up in that tree</b>. That He knows my heart, and still makes intercession for me. How great a salvation we have.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes life can take an unbelievable turn. Things that happened you never could have imagined. Loved ones turn on you, friends giving advice-good and bad. Family offering to help. A Church that stands behind you and gives you encouragement and love. Others just shocked at it all.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You end up changing your plans for your life. You do what the Lord has called you to do. Understanding or fixing it is not what you are asked to do. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The Lord has asked you, to be the one unchanging thing in their lives. To remain faithful to Him and not ask questions but to trust and be there for innocent ones caught up in the situation. To be the same as you have always been. What is the same. A faith in my Lord and Savior to get us through and show us "His" way and not our own. To be there for them when they do not understand, showing them your love for them never changes, your devotion to them never changes, and you will help them in any way you can to get them through and on the other side of it-turning to Jesus Christ the author of our faith.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Nina</span></div>
nanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585093596287450923.post-8114090811747148182011-05-01T18:59:00.000-07:002016-02-25T08:30:51.980-08:00IN CALIFORNIA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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I had to make an emergency trip to California. My father had a heart attack 3 weeks ago. He has been in so much pain in the last few years with MS that he did not know he had a heart attack. He only went in for some tests because he was not feeling well for a couple weeks. The damage is bad enough that the doctors said that he could live 2 minutes and most likely not longer than 6 months.<br />
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I spent last week doing the housework for my mother and a little waiting on my dad. During the time I helped, my mother was able to rest or sleep. This is really hardest on her as she will be 80 in June. She has been his care giver for years. His MS was a very slow kind. <br />
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This week-end we went to my youngest daughters. They were having a free air show in the area. We decided to go out and have some fun and see the activities.<br />
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>1Ki 19:4 But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">juniper tree</span></span>: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers. </b></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>1Ki 19:5 And as he lay and slept under a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">juniper tree</span>,</span> behold, then an angel touched him, and said unto him, Arise and eat. </b></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I am not so sure Elijah would have wanted to be under a juniper tree in Arizona today.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>The Lord's creation of the juniper tree had a function that was to be mentioned and used in the Bible. The juniper has a strong scent similar to a pine tree. After a rain is smells wonderful here. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>In the high dessert, where I live, there is a once a year occurance that takes place with our juniper trees and bushes. It is quite a site to see! </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Today I saw what I thought was smoke drifting. Usually it is the starting of the the wood stoves in this area. After doing the dishes it seemed to be worse and the wind was blowing a little, so it was unusual for smoke to be in the area with the wind.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Then I see it. The juniper exploding with what looks like smoke. It is the ripe pollen from the juniper,being blown off.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>As you can see there is a haze of pollen in the air. There are juniper everywhere in this area, so the air is full of it. The Hill side is covered with juniper, if you look in the picture.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Today will have the most in the air. Every window is closed in the house. It is suppose to get in the 70's today. So I will have the fans going in the house to stay cool and keep as much of the pollen out as I can. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I am praying for the wind to continue to blow it out of the area. So many people become allergic to Juniper after living here 6-7 years. They go and get allergy shots. Last year was the first year I noticed a reaction and I had lived here 7 years. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Every location has some form of pollen. I have lived in several locations and seen pollen lay on things, but this is the first place I have actually seen pollen burst off the bushes like this. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I wonder if Elijah would have had allergies in that day and age. In any case when you live in the high dessert you are happy to have the juniper trees to stand under for shade and rest. The Lord created the juniper so that Elijah and myself could have a place to rest from the summer sun.</b></span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thank you Lord for protecting me, waking me, and being able to turn the furnace off.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Our days are made of these little things going on constantly. We go from trials, to rest, to day to day duties.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have 3 grown children with families of their own. They too have these trials.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This week my oldest daughter in California had to rush her daughter to the emergency. Her daughter had a cold and was playing one day and would not talk or get up and breathing rapidly the next. She had RSV that led to pneumonia.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Prayers were sent out all over. We as the church, (the believers not the building) have a life line to </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a Savior</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">each other. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When we unite, we have a strong bond in Jesus Christ. We can face the trials with encouragement from our fellow believers all over the world and at home.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A word of encouragement came from a cousin that I have not seen for 42 years. Jeff Browning, he is the Lead Pastor at Washington Christian Church. He sent me this. </span></b><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When trials hit us out of no where, I often become anxious. The Lord sends comforters to reach out and direct us back to His Word, which gives us "His" peace.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We may not be able to solve the immediate problem on this earth-but we have that eternal peace that can only come from faith in the promises of God for a future that is not on this earth. </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He is the head of the Church and when it comes to His believers, He has the last say about what happens down here to us. He always knows what is best for us, and what will direct us to Him in this busy life.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Since we knew when she was to be taken from her mother, prayers went out everywhere. They went to friends and family and the Church in the US, Canada, and Europe.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cassie was born without complications. The only thing she had to have was a tube to feed her. That is a miracle according to the Doctors and Nurses.</span></b><br />
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</span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know that when I went to bed the other night, I felt that the Lord had a plan for this little girls life, as I did when I first looked at her in the hospital right after she was born.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So take courage all that are in trials-the Lord has a plan for all of you-no matter the out come of the trial.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PRAYERS. Cassie went home from the hospital today well on her way to recovery.</span></b></div></div>nanasknollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14139961128588102280noreply@blogger.com0