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Saturday, April 16, 2011

Palm Sunday

God has never taken his eyes off you. Not for a millisecond. He's always near. He lives to hear your heartbeat. He loves to hear your prayers. He'd die for your sin before he'd let you die in your sin. And he did.

What do you do with such a  Savior? Don't you sing to him? Don't you celebrate him in baptism, elevate him in Communion? Don't you bow a knee, lower a head, hammer a nail, feed the poor, and lift up your gift in worship? Of course you do.

Worship God. Applaud him loud and often. For your sake, you need it.

And for heaven's sake, he deserves it. ~Max Lucado from Cure for the Common Life

The people gave him a wonderful welcome, some throwing their coats on the street, others spreading out rushes they had cut in the fields. Running ahead and following after, they were calling out,

Hosanna!

Blessed is he who comes in God's name!

Blessed the coming kingdom of our father David!

Hosanna in highest heaven!

Mark 11:8–10

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Friday, April 15, 2011

Blessed are the Flexible


It doesn't matter how many times I clear off the clutter from the refrigerator, it all just piles right back on. Let's see, I still have the book page envelope from Aunt Ess being held on by the butterflies John gave me, an empty grocery list, the little thing I tossed together using an old day calendar, Brenda's recipe for Cowboy Cookies juxtaposed nicely with a diet my doctor gave me. And that little windmill? I used to think it was tacky, tacky, tacky hanging on my grandmother's refrigerator. Now I think that it's just about the dearest thing ever.

Diet? Oh that. Well I'm not doing so great with it. I'm using food to medicate. Weight is a lot like the clutter on my refrigerator.

Anyway, my sister is not here and there is much to be done, which means I'm it. There are extra concerns when a memorial service and a committal service must be separated because of winter weather. Though I try not to borrow any trouble from tomorrow (weeks from now), I'm already imagining the griefs that will be revisited after we've all hobbled along so very well since January. And I'm thinking about all those who could not make the memorial service who wished to come instead to the committal service so there's a bit of planning to be done and I do not excel at such things. That was always Mother's department.

My sister has a brand new job where she doesn't want to make waves. She's already put in for a weekend to come home for the graveside service and now we learn that she chose the one weekend of the summer with a wedding planned so both of my mother's pastors are unavailable. We'll just have to move directly on to Plan B. You know what they say about "plan b" don't you? If Plan B were any good, we'd have called it Plan A. At least it's teaching me all over again to never assume.

It's the little things like this that I find so unsettling. I don't know why. Life happens. Flexibility is important or as a friend used to say, "Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be broken."

Anyway, it's a gloriously sunny day so even if the temps are chilly, it'll be good to be out doing my errands. I'll try to look at it that way. My doctor asked with raised eyebrow, "Do you have trouble getting out of the house?" My response was that I don't like it, but I can do it when I must. Today I must.

You have a lovely Friday and a blessed Palm Sunday weekend.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Blogger in Draft, Et Cetera

This is what I took from yesterday's post: perhaps I should be working in Blogger in Draft. Today I am. So far, so good.

Thank you to everyone who participated in my poll. I'm keeping it up through the end of April so please consider answering the questions if you haven't already. What I am learning is that some bloggers have nearly zero problems and the rest of us have far too many. Blogging should be fun; it should not take one blogger three times as long to accomplish the same task because her pictures are disappearing or because her text won't stay formatted. Here's to happier blogging!

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Thought I'd share how much snow has gone in a week. It's amazing what a little sun, warmer temps, and a lot of rain can do.



1. Snow gone, sap buckets gone, too (Does this mean I must redo my header?)

2. Daffodil buds

3. Everlasting (a very pretty ground cover popping through)

4. Azalea bush and Toby

5. A lot of sand on front lawn...a lot of raking to be done (Remember my crazy neighbor plowing his yard of snow onto my lawn? I should offer him a rake.)

6. The plate border survived the winter

7. Side lawn's ruts raked out (thanks to John) and forsythia bushes beyond...no blooms yet

8. Plenty of snow patches still about

9. Something new coming  up (I have no idea what it is); something old coming up (a sprig of grass)

Fascinating, say what?!

I sincerely hope that your spring is way ahead of mine! Enjoy a happy day...


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Edited to Add: Thursday, 6:48 AM... I'm not putting up a new post today. Not much sense in it really since all of Blogdom is out playing. I just slapped in my latest backyard water feature in case anyone wandered in needing something new...eight seconds and it sounds so lovely.


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Rolling Blog-Outs

When reading the book O*ne T*housand G*ifts, I thought a lot about the problem that I'm going to discuss today. The author suggests that any time we are disgruntled or unsettled it's because we are ungrateful and ungratitude is the source of all sin. Funny how the issue of blogs not updating becomes the perfect object lesson for my condition.

Yes, I have been sinning a lot. I am extremely annoyed by blogging these days because the systems seem to be failing. As a result, I find that I am ungrateful for the very host who allows me to play here in Blogdom. I hear about the troubles all over Blogdom — pictures are not uploading, comments are lost, pictures are lost, formatting doesn't hold, and the worst of all, in my book — a new post languishes for 12 hours. Now if my car wouldn't start for 12 hours, it'd be hauled off so fast. And another grumble is that there is no one to contact. No one. Crickets. We depend upon each other for information because it is impossible to get through to someone who can help.

Do you all visit *Known Blogger Issues*? At least that way, you can know what is not working and for how long it hasn't been working, and if there's any hope at all.

Please feel free to vent in comments. Let me know what's bugging you the most. Sometimes a blogger is so frustrated that I attempt to settle her down with a "There...there, it's just your turn. We all have them here in Blogdom. It'll right itself eventually."

Lately, I've decided that that is entirely too patronizing so I am preparing a survey that will sit high in my sidebar and I hope that everyone who blogs and visits here will feel free to fill it out. I'm eager to know your concerns, too.

Edited to Add: 10:25 am

Apparently, I have another growing entry expanding to gather in as much info as possible.


I Googled "Blogger in draft" and immediately my Dashboard popped up with a handy little box to click. I did. I don't know how it'll work not having tried it (or am I trying it now?) Using Blogger in draft is what Karen suggests will work better. Please read comments for further tips and suggestions.

ETA: Working in Blogger in Draft also provides a handy page for reporting any issues. I think that is very cool. See?



Just as a point of amusement, this is how it went putting together the poll on my sidebar. (Puleese fill it out. Pretty Please? Sugar on top?)


This is the story of my blogging life in a nutshell. ☺

Monday, April 11, 2011

We Were Not Thinking

"It's a good thing we didn't measure this," John puffed as he pushed the box spring up the stairs while I tugged from above.  "We'd never have bought it!"

And that is the truth of it. My Serta mattress needed replacing after seventeen years. It had a ten-year warranty as does the new one. (It isn't a Serta.) The new mattress is nearly two inches deeper than the old one necessitating new bedding, which we also didn't consider.

Further, we didn't consider needing a ladder, a catapault, a pole vault, a trampoline, something to climb into bed!


John's platform (top); my bench (below). The beautiful mattress in the middle and the impossible corner at right

How'd we sleep? Not very well. I'm a titch concerned actually. As we lay there staring at the ceiling last night, the ceiling's being so much closer to us now, John said, "I can feel my iliums."

"Stop talking that way," said I and rolled over to sleep.

We were still laughing about it this morning. I won't be laughing tomorrow morning if we don't sleep better tonight.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Easter Bread~Mosaic Monday

Left to Right:
Bread pans waiting, bread dough rising, dirty dishes piling, and the best loaf posing.


Until Easter 2008, I had never heard of this recipe. It was introduced to me by Lovella at What Matters Most. In fact, you'll find the link to her recipe on her sidebar. That year I wrote on the recipe: This is the most delicious bread I've ever eaten. Make it every Easter forever! I'm pretty sure that that's what you'd write on your recipe, too. It also has an interesting history. Check it all out at Lovella's place or at Mennonite Girls Can Cook. (Now they've got a beautiful mosaic!)



Though my Easter bread didn't turn out as well as in years past (all my own fault...too little flour), it still made some amazing toast and, slathered with apricot jam, it could've almost fooled me.

Linking to Mary at Little Red House. Mary, please, have a piece of toast. Anybody? I can make more!




Colossians 2:2–3


Blessings this day and through the coming days as we move toward Palm Sunday, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday. So much to think and wonder about...

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