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Every since I started blogging last April the one thing that makes me very happy when checking in on my blog is the comments. I love when people leave me a comment regarding a post.

I actually think it's proper etiquette to leave a comment when visiting some one's blog. I try to do so most of the time, just to let the blogger know that I enjoyed a little visit to their world. So if you really want to make me happy, leave me a comment from time to time.

I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving and enjoyed all the wonderful food. Here at the Christensen household we had a wonderful time...missed dad, but still wonderful knowing he was spending his first Thanksgiving with his Lord...what a glorious day it was for everyone!


Happy Thanksgiving!

Something cute for today...

May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Something Cute...

Here's something cute that my mom found in her things, originally from Vivian Hock. Enjoy!

I am thankful for:
...the mess to clean up after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
...the taxes I pay because it means that I'm employed. shadow who watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.
...the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking (I say this all the time to the kids.)
...all the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech.
...that lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means I can hear.
...the piles of laundry and ironing because it means my loved ones are nearby (I just wish they could use a towel more than once!) huge heating bill because it means that I am warm (this one is costs so much to fill that me Lord!)
...weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means that I have been productive.
...the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am alive!

Let's all take a few moments to remind ourselves that we can always find something to be thankful for, not just now during Thanksgiving, but all year long!


A Very Special Birthday...

I don't often mention the Colonel's parents in my blog and that's because both have gone on to heaven many years ago. Actually I never met Phil's mom, she passed away a few short months before Phil and I reconnected and started dating. I was able to meet his dad but never truly got close to him, he was sort of a reserved person and he passed away when Olivia was just a baby.

But the man is very close to us in many ways even though he is now gone. You see, our Olivia reminds my husband so much of his father. They both share a sense of humor that is lost on some people...very dry and to the point. Olivia is very intelligent and often very quiet, as Phil's father was, but once you get to talk with Olivia you'll see what a wonderful, intelligent and funny person she is...just like Phil's father.

I sometimes wonder how my husband can bear the fact that both of his parents left this world when he was still so young, only 20 with his mother and just 29 with his father. I know the grief that I carry for my father and I had him for over 40 years in my life. To lose both your parents at such an early age is beyond my comprehension. Neither of them got to see their youngest son achieve the rank of Lt. Colonel in the army...I am sure they would have been as proud of him as I am.

My husband often says that when times are tough for our family he is able to find strength in the example that his father showed him all throughout his life...a strength that is carried on through his son and now through his granddaughter and even Michael who carries his grandfather's name.

So today is Gerald Christensen's birthday, I'm sure he's enjoying a wonderful celebration in heaven with his wife Sylvia and now my father who is letting Gerald know what a wonderful husband and father his youngest son turned out to be, thanks to his great example. Happy Birthday Dad!

I've Been Tagged!

Okay, this has never happened to me, but I've been tagged! Sue tagged me this morning to go into my picture file, fourth folder, fourth picture and here it is...

Wow, what a scary image! That's my Michael in the middle of darkness! That was back in 2005 at the Halloween Parade for school. You're suppose to NOT wear scary costumes and as you can see only the Christensen family abides by those rules.

Anyway, Michael is a knight in this picture. The Colonel made him the shield and his big sister painted the dragon on it. Michael enjoyed being a knight so much that he was a knight the following two years as well! This costume has really come in handy. He's worn it twice in church plays as a soldier guarding Jesus' tomb and he's worn it the past 3 years to our church Harvest Party where the kids are allowed to dress up as a character from the Bible. This year he went as one of the soldiers who gave King David water...can't remember his name, but Michael did from a Sunday School lesson and taught me something new!

Okay, I'm suppose to tag four people and really I think the only one who will do this is my sister...and Sue used the other two people. Anyway, head over to Liz and see if she posts her picture.

Now I really must get back to my list...see post below if you're confused!


I got quite a bit done around the house on Saturday. We were suppose to drive up to the cemetery but Michael was still so sick we didn't think it was a good idea to drag a sick boy with a high fever on a 5 hour round trip car ride.

So I requested work and typed a good portion of the day and then headed to the kitchen to clean. Do you know you're suppose to take those filters out from underneath the microwave and clean them ONCE A MONTH??

We have been in this house for five years and I took them out for the first time Saturday...definitely way past the once a month requirement. Anyway, the Colonel found this great degreaser product that just works wonders. He's been using it since this summer to clean outside stuff and I used it for the first time a few months ago when cleaning the window blinds. Wow, I just soaked the blinds in the bathtub with the degreaser and they came out looking like new. No scrubbing, nothing!

So I took the filters out and same thing, soaked them in a tub in the sink and they look like new. I will definitely not wait another five years to do them again, but it's nice to know something really works. And the degreaser worked great on my stove top! No, I did not wait five years to clean that, but I've been having a hard time getting the knobs clean. But not anymore...the degreaser to the rescue. I think this is the best stuff since sliced bread.

So here's the game plan for the next few days...
Monday...clean all bathrooms, take mom to doctor appointment, kids to music lessons, work (as in my job).
Tuesday...dust bedrooms, dust downstairs, iron tablecloths, wash all rugs, mop kitchen and entry floors, set table, get out all platters and serving dishes, go to Parent/Teacher conferences for Michael and work (again, as in my job).
Wednesday...cook, cook, cook...stuffing for bird, cornbread stuffing, corn souffle, sweet potato casserole, set up coffee and drink area (I always empty the counter where we keep our toaster oven and have this set up as a little drink wonderful).
Thursday...well, I don't think I need to go through my list for today. I guess most of us who are cooking know we will be spending a good part of the day in the kitchen, but, I love Thanksgiving and wouldn't want it any other way.

There's a list for the Colonel as well, he was suppose to be home Sunday and off all week, but the Army is on a different schedule than mine, so hopefully he'll be home Wednesday afternoon to tackle some of the things I need help with. Enjoy your day...I'll be back tomorrow with pictures of the table and the place cards I made last Friday.

Worship Song Sunday...

I need to post one from the archives today. I'm still having some problems with the Internet on my computer...sound is still out on my connection. So that makes looking for a video a bit difficult! But that's okay, I love this song and I'm sure you'll enjoy listening to it again.

Have a blessed day!

Scripture Saturday...

We're heading to the cemetery today to place some flowers on my dad's grave for my parent's anniversary which was this past Monday.

Here's a beautiful scripture for today...

"Blessed are those who dwell in Your house;
They are forever praising You."
Psalms 84:4

Isn't that beautiful? To think that all our loved ones who have gone to Glory are "forever praising" our Savior. I came across this verse the other day while working on our Thanksgiving Scripture Place Cards. This verse just jumped out of the Bible for me. What a beautiful dad forever praising his Lord...he would have it no other way!


What Is That Noise?

About two weeks ago I'm watching TV, the house is empty...EMPTY. It's a Sunday evening and everyone except for me went to church. I'm enjoying a relaxing evening, looking forward to The Amazing Race...when I hear something.

It sounds like a humming or soft buzzing sound. I get up off the couch...did I tell you how relaxed I was...I go to where the Colonel has his laptop and see if maybe he forgot to turn it off and that's the noise I hear. No. I walk around the downstairs searching for the source of the noise. NOTHING.

Did I mention to you that noises like that ANNOY ME??? I can hear a car engine running two blocks away! And, of course, I know that when the Colonel gets home, he will be no help, noises like that just don't seem to bother him. About 45 minutes later, everyone comes home, I'm still trying to ignore the annoying humming sound when Michael comes and sits down with me on the couch, reaches over and turns off the lamp on the table next to the couch and says, "That noise was bothering me." The lamp! It was the lamp that was making that horrible noise...but not just the lamp...the light bulb!

The Colonel has been switching all our light bulbs around to the new "energy saving" ones. Can I tell you how much I do not like these light bulbs? You turn on a light and the room is dim...and we put 100 watt in most of our lights. If you wait long enough, the room will eventually brighten up, but you have to WAIT.

I remember the last time we went to Lancaster, PA for Mother's Day weekend. We went with my sister's family. Well, the hotel we were staying in had just recently changed all of their light bulbs over to these new "energy saving" ones. My sister complained and complained about the darkness in her room and how you could barely see anything. I had to agree with her, the rooms were quite dark, even with all the lamps on! Well she wasn't going to spend her Mother's Day in a dark room. She called down to the front desk and they actually brought her another lamp to put in her room! Way to go Liz!

So here I a house with new "energy saving" light bulbs and all I hear are the humming, buzzing noises they make. I'm sure this is not what Thomas Edison had in mind when he invented the first light bulb. I read recently that regular light bulbs will no longer be available for purchase in another 10 years or so! So what do you think I'm doing this weekend besides getting ready for Thanksgiving...heading out to Lowes or wherever and purchasing a bunch of the good old fashioned light bulbs that you don't hear...and they actually do what they're suppose to do...light your room!


I do LOVE Thanksgiving, really, but it seems like the preparation involved is overwhelming me! I spent yesterday taking apart the dinning room, I know, you're all thinking WHY?? Well, I was just going to DUST but decided that all the china and pretty display pieces had to be washed. I'm glad I did it because everything looks so pretty now.

I had tons of stuff to do for the Missionette group I teach, a cake to bake and tons of laundry and before I knew it, Olivia was home reminding me that we had to be back at her school by 3:50 for the first parent/teacher conference...and I'm in sweatpants and a t-shirt...and the school is 30 minutes away! We made it on time and I'm very happy to report she is doing very well in all her classes. I didn't get to meet with her Graphic Arts teacher; none of the special class teachers were available for conferences.

Coming home was so tricky. I've only been to this school once before and I never get lost...if I've been somewhere once I'm very good at remembering the directions. Well to get to the school you have to go through Penn Forest, it is so dense and destitute up there. I missed the turn off the main road coming home, but realized it after we drove pass a church, I did not remember passing a church before and I always remember churches...part of my growing up...if you read my post last week about my father checking out A/G churches while we were on vacation, you'll understand why whenever we pass a church while out driving, I take notice.

It's around 5:00 and getting dark but even darker driving through Penn Forest and I miss the slight turn that takes me down to my house and went the opposite way to the lake, but not too far from our home. Just drove me silly to make two wrong turns in ONE day, when I hardly ever do that!

Today I spent the day shopping at Sam's Club and then over to Kohls for some great bargains on presents for the kids and a few family members...Liz, you're going to love your birthday present! Yes, I know it's in February, but I couldn't resist getting it today!

Michael came home from school with a fever and sore throat, so it's back to the doctor tomorrow. I think he's going to have to have his tonsils out like his sister did around the same age. Poor fellow, he's miserable and will probably miss the Thanksgiving dance at school tomorrow like he missed the Halloween one last month.

A friend just sent me a yummy sounding recipe for corn souffle on Facebook. And then another friend commented that she makes it every year! I think I'm going to try it and not make the vegetable casserole after all. I really need to get to work on the menu for next week...just seems life is going at full speed and I would love for it to slow down just a little for the next few weeks. I'd really love to enjoy the holidays this year and not be so rushed.

I promise to get the Thanksgiving place cards done within a day or two and post them so you can all maybe get an idea about incorporating them onto your table next Thursday. It's a wonderful way for all of us to be reminded of how great our God truly is and how every blessing we have comes from above. I will remind myself to take a few minutes and be thankful for the wonderful father I had and concentrate on the many blessings the Lord has given me. He will definitely be missed at our table this year, but I'm sure he'll be watching from above!


First and foremost, thank you BETH, BECKY and JEN for becoming followers. I was so happy to see your lovely faces join my other followers. I told the Colonel about my post from yesterday and how no one had commented or joined and he said, in true Army fashion, "Take it down before you really embarrass yourself." But, I was very happy to see you! Now to the rest of you...join!

Is everyone ready for Thanksgiving? We are having the family over this year and I'm so happy...although I haven't done one thing yet to prepare for it! I'm posting two recipes that I plan on making, sorry no pictures, but trust me they're great and easy and DELICIOUS. First up is our Vegetable Casserole. We have been having this casserole in the Behr family for too many years to count and not just for Thanksgiving either. It was a regular on our table almost every Sunday.

Vegetable Casserole

1 16 ounce bag of frozen vegetables (You want something big, like broccoli or an Italian blend)
1 can Evaporated Milk
1 can Cream of Mushroom Soup
Cheddar Cheese
Breadcrumbs (You can mix them with melted butter if so desired)

Place vegetables in a greased baking dish. Mix milk and soup together. Pour over vegetables. Sprinkle top with cheese and then breadcrumbs. Bake at 400 until bubbly, hot and delicious.

The next dish is somewhat new to our Thanksgiving table. The first time I had this Sweet Potato Bake was about 5 years ago and I quickly added to our tradition. It is by far the best I have ever tasted, please don't be turned off by the "can" sweet potatoes!

Sweet Potato Casserole

3 cups mashed sweet potatoes (I use the 40 oz size, DRAINED and mashed)
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 t. salt
2 eggs beaten
1/2 stick butter, melted
1/2 cup milk
1/2 t. vanilla
cinnamon, ginger and nutmeg to taste or I use Pumpkin Pie Spice to taste, just sprinkle it in the mixture and TASTE. You will be able to tell if you need more.

Drain and mash sweet potatoes (using an electric mixer.) Add the remaining ingredients and combine. Place into a greased 2 quart baking dish.

Crumble together in a small bowl:
1 cup brown sugar
5 Tbs. butter, not melted
2 Tbs. flour
1 cup chopped pecans.

Spread the topping over the mashed sweet potato mixture. Bake at 350 for 30 to 40 minutes or until topping is brown and bubbly. This can also be made the day ahead and baked after the turkey is done. Delicious!

Another tradition in our family is our Thanksgiving Placecards. My mother started making these when we were very young and I have been given the "honor" of making them for the past 18 years or so. They are very simple, placecards with thankful scripture verses inside. I will post "how to" pictures later in the week.

Care to share any traditions or foods your family has every year for Thanksgiving? Leave a comment, I would love to read them! Enjoy!

Become a Follower!

Did you notice that I have 2 followers for my blog? If you look over in the left hand column, a little bit down, you'll see who my followers are. Wouldn't you love to be a follower also?

Sometimes in church when the pastor is greeting all the first time visitors, he wants so desperately for them to fill out the first time visitor card. He even makes a promise not to show up on their doorstep! We've all been there, thinking, if I give them my address, will they come and visit me unannounced? I promise that if you become a follower of my blog, I will not show up on your doorstep! Just kidding, I really don't get out much.

It's not hard to do, just click on "Follow this blog" and you're in! You can even remain anonymous...or put your picture up and show the world who you are! I love being a follower of a few's fun, it shows the writer of the blog that you like what they're doing and it's easy!

So take a minute and join the blog, you'll be glad you did...better yet, you'll make my day! Thanks!

Worship Song Sunday

I love this song...Enjoy!

Today is my good friend Olga's birthday. Happy Birthday Olga!

Scripture Saturday...

Here's a good one...

Job 8:21

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter
and your lips with shouts of joy.

Enjoy your weekend...I will have a video for Worship Song Sunday tomorrow, so come back!


Do you dream? Do you remember your dreams? Lately my dreams have been confusing and somewhat frightening. They seem to be revolving around my father...dreams of being unable to find him, dreams of him laying at the bottom of those stairs, dreams of him in the hospital on the ventilator, etc.

After yesterday's post regarding my "breakdown" I had quite a few comments, even people commenting me on Facebook. I was quite moved by how many of you can relate to the sadness regarding my father's passing.

But today, I want to tell you all about the dream I had last night...It started out like my other dreams, I'm searching for my father and I can't find him, only this time I'm back in our house on Lefferts Blvd in Queens. I'm walking through the rooms in the house calling for my father. However, unlike my other dreams where I'm searching for my father, I find him in this dream.

He's up in the little study off of the master bedroom. We referred to this room as the "red room" because of the red wallpaper, very clever, I know. My sister and I use to sleep in this room on the floor in the heat of the summer because my parents bedroom was the only bedroom with an air conditioner. When it would get unbearably hot we would get out these big feather down comforters from Germany and lay them on the floor and sleep on top of them. I feel so spoiled now with central air.

But back to my dream, I find my father up in the red room and he looks great...just like he did when I was a teenager, a little overweight, a pretty full head of hair combed over, of course, and that great smile of his with his eyes twinkling. I even recognize the clothing he's wearing, that blue shirt with the white design that he held on to for YEARS, grey pants and a blue sports jacket.

The best part of this dream is that my father recognizes me. He reaches out to me and I run to him and he hugs me. HE HUGS ME! I woke up this morning with such a feeling of peace...I can't begin to describe it. I can still feel that hug and see that smile of his even now as I write this.

What amazes me is that I truly believe the Lord sent me that dream as a way of letting me know that everything is going to be okay. My father is watching over me and I know one day when we're reunited again in Glory, my father will take me by the hand and introduce me to the Great Comforter, my Savior, as he did many years ago when I was a little girl and knelt at the altar one Sunday night after hearing my father preach.

The Lord truly is my glory and the lifter of my head!

A Breakdown in Church...

Okay, so what do you do when you have a sort of break down in church? Well it happened to me this past Sunday. I didn't plan it, but then again I guess most breakdowns aren't scheduled!

If you've been a regular reader of my blog, you know how honest I've been regarding my dad's passing and how it's been hard for me lately to be in church. Don't worry, I haven't stopped going...just miss my dad most when I'm in church. The more I think about that, I think it's okay, because my dad loved church so much.

When we were little and would go on vacations to General Council, we would leave very early in the morning, usually sometime before dawn, in hopes of stopping mid afternoon, 4:00 or so at the stop over hotel to enjoy some time in the pool.

Right before we would leave the hotel to find a place to eat dinner, my mother and father would get out the yellow pages and look up all the A/G churches in the area. And, the most important part, if the church was near our hotel, we would take a drive by the church! My sister and I could never figure this out....why are we driving by another church if we're never going to go inside?

Well, now that I'm grown I understand why it was important for my father to see the different churches...he loved church. He truly loved being in the House of God. So I think that's why when I'm in church lately, I find myself thinking about my dad and how much he loved being so close to his Savior. I feel my dad's presence so deeply in church. I can close my eyes and I'm a little girl again listening to my dad preach, hearing him sing, even if it was off key.

Okay, back to my break down, a lady gets up in front of my mom and me and gives a testimony of how the Lord has healed her daughter of cancer. I'm very happy, I've prayed for this young woman; I'm happy the cancer is in remission. But she goes on to tell us how we need to not give up hope on our prayers being answered because God is faithful, He sees how faithful we are to Him and He will not let us down.

Well that brought up all the memories of how we all suffered with questions of why did this have to happen to my father? "He's been so faithful, he's served the Lord all these years." If any one's been a faithful servant, it was my dad. Well I just started crying, not a little, but quite a bit. The pastor had everyone stand and sing the song, "Look What the Lord Has Done" and I lost it then. My mother just reached over and held my hand until everyone was done singing.

These past few days I needed to remind myself that the Lord HAS been faithful to my father. Yes, my father didn't recover from his fall and the Lord never restored him to what he was before the fall, but you know what? The Lord restored him with a new and glorified body, only this body is now in heaven sitting at the feet of our Savior. So my dad is sort of in church all the time now and that makes me happy.

Sitting at the Feet of Jesus...

Sitting at the feet of Jesus, Oh, what words I hear Him say!
Happy place! so near, so precious! May it find me there each day;

Sitting at the feet of Jesus, I would look upon the past;
For His love has been so gracious, It has won my heart at last.

Sitting at the feet of Jesus, Where can mortal be more blest?
There I lay my sins and sorrows, And, when weary, find sweet rest;
Sitting at the feet of Jesus, There I love to weep and pray;
While I from His fullness gather, Grace and comfort every day.

Bless me, O my Savior, bless me, As I sit low at Thy feet;
Oh, look down in love upon me, Let me see Thy face so sweet;
Give me, Lord, the mind of Jesus, Keep me holy as He is;
May I prove I’ve been with Jesus, Who is all my righteousness.

Scripture Saturday...

Here's a good one to remember with Thanksgiving coming up in a few weeks. We should all take the time to think on the wonderful things the Lord has done for us...stop concentrating on our problems, our worries, our fears and concentrate on the Lord.

Lamentations 3:22-23

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.

They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

Show and Tell
Today I am showing another favorite treasure...a very old cross stitched sampler done my great Aunt Freida. I've had this sampler for many years and finally had it framed about ten years ago. It now hangs in my dining room.

Can you see the date...1897!

My aunt was very young at the time she did this. She was born in 1886, so that makes her 11 when she stitched this sampler. There are some mistakes...if you look closely you'll notice that she has some of the alphabet out of order, but that's okay! I'll leave you with my aunt's favorite scripture verse today:
Job 19:25... I know that my Redeemer lives,
and that in the end he will stand upon the earth.

Thanks for stopping by!

I Really Think I AM Invisible...

My friend emailed this to me the other day and I find myself so relating to it!

Invisible Mother......
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not.
No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.

I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England...Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.

The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' ! ! And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. Great Job, MOM!

Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does. We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance and God's loving guidance.

Come back tomorrow for Show and Tell Friday to see another of my favorite treasures!

Wordless Wednesday...

I Know Whom I have Believed...

I know not why God’s wondrous grace, To me He hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love, Redeemed me for His own.

I know not how this saving faith, To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word, Wrought peace within my heart.

I know not how the Spirit moves, Convincing us of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word, Creating faith in Him.

I know not what of good or ill, May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days, Before His face I see.

I know not when my Lord may come, At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him, Or meet Him in the air.

But I know Whom I have believ├Ęd,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed,
Unto Him against that day


What do YOU do with leftovers...considering your family has any! I almost always have leftover chicken, I'm sure this will change once Michael becomes a teenager, but for now, I've come up with a tasty recipe that my family actually likes and they don't even know they're eating leftovers.

Chicken Quesadillas...Take leftover chicken, spread it on top of a flour tortilla, add vegetables (I used onions and mushrooms for the one pictured here) and cheese.

Cover with another flour tortilla, bake at 400 until brown.

Top with sour cream, and enjoy!

Do you have any tasty ideas for leftover chicken? Let me know!

So Funny...

I could not resist sharing this with you...Enjoy!



Please watch the following video BEFORE you vote. It's pretty interesting and makes you think. Above all, I hope that everyone will PRAY before voting and cast your vote for someone who will lead this country honorably in the coming years!


Worship Song Sunday...

Enjoy! One day we all will be worshipping together!


Scripture Saturday...

Zephaniah 3:17

The Lord they God in the midst of thee is mighty,
He will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy,
He will rest in his love, He will joy over thee with singing.

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