For Palm Sunday

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Crown Him

by Leila N. Morris

Behold one day a wondrous scene:
There rode a Man of lowly mien,
Along the dusty way, along the dusty way;
The people thronged Him as He passed,
Palm branches in His way they cast,
And cried, “Hosanna to the King, today!”

Refrain

Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown the Savior King of kings;
In your hearts enthrone Him,
Lord and Master own Him;
Crown Him! Crown Him!
While heaven exultant rings;
Crown the blessèd Savior King of kings.

He’s passing by, just as of yore,
And great and small and rich and poor,
Today their Lord deny, today their Lord deny;
Oh, make of Him supremest choice,
And with uplifted heart and voice,
“Hosanna to the King of kings” still cry.

Refrain

Soon He is coming back again,
A thousand years on earth to reign;
We’ll see Him by and by, we’ll see Him by and by;
All the redeemed with Him He’ll bring,
Who in their hearts have crowned Him King,
And they shall live and reign with Him on high.

Refrain

Tortilla Pie

saturdaystirrings.jpgFiddleDeeDee at It Coulda’ Been Worse has started Saturday Stirrings where we can share favorite recipes and find new favorites. I hope you will join in!

I was going to put up a cozy winter recipe as a last hurrah before spring starts…but I just couldn’t do it. Nothing ovenish appeals to me right now. So I am sharing this:

Tortilla Pie

1-1 1/2 c. of browned and drained ground beef or ground turkey
1 T. or so minced onion
Garlic powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. chili powder, more or less to tast
3 flour tortillas
1 1/2 c. refried beans, divided
1 c. shredded Monterey Jack cheese
1/2 c. salsa
Sour cream, if desired

Brown meat with onion; drain and add garlic powder, chili powder, and salt; mix well. Place tortilla in greased microwave-safe pie plate. Spread with 3/4 cup refried beans, 1/2 cup cheese, 1/4 cup salsa, and 1/2-3/4 cup meat. Top with tortilla; layer the same amount of beans, cheese, salsa, and meat. Top with tortilla. Cover; microwave on high for 5 minutes. Broil 30 seconds. Serve with salsa and sour cream, if desired. Makes 6 servings.

Note: This can also be made with cooked chicken. I like to make one each with chicken and ground turkey for the same meal. The leftovers reheat well, too. Tip: frozen boneless skinless chicken tenderloin can be sprinkled with spices (for this recipe, salt, pepper, minced onion, garlic powder, and chili powder) and cooked in microwave in 9 minutes, rearranging pieces once during cooking. Dice into bite-sized pieces.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: I Spy

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Theme: I Spy | Become a Photo Hunter

There is an owl somewhere in the trees behind our house that I hear from time to time, and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of him for this theme. I didn’t have any success there, but then I remembered this picture that I used on a previous Wordless Wednesday. It’s a little different, I think, than what TN Chick had in mind for today, but it fits “I Spy.”

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Last Mother’s Day my middle son, Jason, took this picture of my youngest son, Jesse, through a wrapping paper tube.

Know and Tell Friday

(My Friday Show and Tell post is just below this one and my Ultimate Blog Party post is here.)

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To Know Him hosts Know and Tell Friday, and we’d love to have you join us. The questions this week are:

 Question 1
What can you draw well?

No, not at all. My drawings look rather pre-schoolish.

Question 2
Name a TV show (at any period in your life) that you watched that you were probably a little too old to watch.

Besides the shows my kids watched? 🙂 I really can’t think of anything, though I am sure I probably did. We still love the Disney and Pixar animated films but I think those are geared to the whole family rather than just to kids. I’m not much for TV cartoons any more but I still love the one with Tom and Jerry’s antics to classical music — I think Tom is trying to conduct or play an instrument, I can’t remember, but Jerry comes along and havoc ensues. Maybe Tom plays the piano — I seem to remember Jerry hiding in one and running along the keys.

Question 3
What color is the dominant color of your wardrobe?

It depends on the season. In the winter there are a lot of blues, blacks and grays as backgrounds with florals mixed in. In the spring and summer I would say it’s predominately pink. And I wear my denim jumper year round.

Question 4
Favorite donut?

Krispy Kreme’s glazed when they’re hot and ready. 😛 One local grocery store also sells “Tiger Tails” in their bakery —  chocolate and regular glazed, twisted. Luscious!

Question 5
Wear painful shoes just because they are cute?

No!!! I am about as unfashionista as you can get and have foot and balance issues anyway. They have to be comfortable.

Bonus Questions
Question 6
Is there anything that you believe you do not believe God about?

I had to read that one over several times to make sure I understood it. There is a level in which I believe everything God says in His Word, but of course that is tested all the time. Probably the area where I struggle with it most is when something awful happens, particularly to little children. As much as I have read and studied and concluded about suffering and God’s purposes for it, I still struggle with His sovereignty and love and care when it happens. But we walk by faith, not by site or by feelings, and I have to go over and over those verses that assure that He has a purpose in everything and that all things will work together for good to those who love Him.

Question 7
In general, do you think it is ok to be frustrated with people?

Well — I think it is inevitable. We are all sinners, and our rough edges are going to jab into each other some times. I think it is what we do with it that’s key. Being frustrated with someone isn’t an excuse to blow up at them, act unkindly toward them, or carry a grudge against them. “Put on therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, bowels of mercies, kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, longsuffering; Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye” (Colossians 3: 12-13). We need to remember that we likely frustrate other people often, too, and we need to treat them the way we would want to be treated if the tables were turned. I think we need to examine our reaction, too. Was it just “one of those things,” or was it, as it is all too often, a selfish reaction because someone impinged on something I wanted — my time or space or the way I wanted something done.

I had a roommate in college who would continually use my little hot pot that I used for heating water for instant coffee for her herbal tea — which she made with loose leaves and left as is when she was done, so that when I went to use it I had to clean all that gunk out. That was frustrating! And I don’t think it was wrong to feel frustrated. But the right way to handle it would have been to confront her (kindly) and ask her to clean it out when she was done instead of seething under the surface, which is what I tended to do instead because I hated confrontation. A few uncomfortable moments of confrontation would have saved all that frustration. On the other hand, if I get frustrated because someone is sitting in “my” favorite spot on the couch, and they know that’s where I like to sit when we’re in the family room, well, then, I just need to get over myself. 🙂 I do sometimes ask if I can sit there, though.

Show and Tell Friday:Laundry room

Our laundry room thoroughly needs to be redone. I was reminded of just how much when I tried to take pictures of the few things I have on the walls in there! I ended up taking a couple off the wall and photographing them on top of the washer. Someday we want to fix it up — it’s just low on the list of many things to do right now.

But I do have a few things in there to brighten it up a little.

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I especially like the little clothespin holder there on the line.

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This picture is maybe only 4×5″. We got it as a souvenir when we visited the Wren’s Nest, home of Joel Chandler Harris (author of the Uncle Remus stories), when we lived in the Atlanta area.
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While I was thinking about these pictures, I remembered a cross stitch piece my sister had done that for some reason needed to be reframed. I had forgotten all about it. But I dug it out and hope to take care of that in the next few days!

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I don’t usually feel that way about laundry, so that’s a good reminder, besides being just cute in itself.

Show and Tell Kelli at There’s No Place Like Home hosts “Show and Tell Friday” asking Do you have a something special to share with us? It could be a trinket from grade school, a piece of jewelry, an antique find. Your show and tell can be old or new. Use your imagination and dig through those old boxes in your closet if you have to! Feel free to share pictures and if there’s a story behind your special something, that’s even better! If you would like to join in, all you have to do is post your “Show and Tell” on your blog, copy the post link, come over here and add it to Mr. Linky. Guidelines are here

Division and multiplication

I came across a link from Amy’s Humble Musings this morning to this post titled “Multiplication” that has been ministering to my heart ever since I read it. If Amy has linked to it, you probably have already seen it, but just in case, I wanted to share it.

Here is one paragraph from the post. This and the last one especially spoke to me.

I can only divide myself, my time and my effort. And in the dividing, in my own strength, it shrinks away to nothingness. The fruit shrivels before it is ripe. The harvest never comes. I am cold, frustrated, and bitter. But when I give it all to Him, it is multiplied. In His hands my efforts yield an abundance that defies logic.

Why do we so often forget this?

Book Review: Northanger Abbey

northanger.jpgNorthanger Abbey is Jane Austen’s first book completed for publication, but the last to be published, with Persuasion, her last book, after her death. It had been sold to a publisher but never published. Eventually Jane bought it back for the same sum for which she sold it, but it was shelved for years.

Northanger Abbey, especially the first part, is a parody of gothic novels popular at the time, with their requisite ingredients of horror, castles, secrets, and villains.

“No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be a heroine” is the opening line of the book, and the first several paragraphs expand on the reasons for such a supposition: she is not particularly beautiful nor remarkably intelligent or diligent, and her family, while well enough off, is not rich. All about her is rather ordinary. Her major asset is her trusting, innocent, good-natured heart.

Her adventure begins when she goes to Bath with neighbors and friends of the family, the Allens. Yet it doesn’t seem very adventurous at first: Mrs. Allen is obsessed with fashion and can’t seem to discuss much else, and they know no one in all the crowded places they go. Finally they run into the Thorpes, old friends of the Allens, and one the the Thorpe daughters, Isabella, is a friend of Catherine’s brother, James. And then Catherine and Mrs. Allen unexpectedly meet an affable and pleasant Mr. Henry Tilney at a ball, who engages Catherine for the evening.

Isabella’s brother, John, is a rather boorish young man who pursues Catherine, but Catherine is not interested. Isabella, after becoming engaged to Catherine’s brother, becomes interested in Henry’s brother when he flirts with her. Henry’s father, General Tilney, mistakenly believes Catherine to be richer than she is, and therefore invites her to Northanger Abbey, the family’s home, for a visit. Catherine is delighted, both because of her growing interest in Henry and friendship with his sister, Eleanor, but also because she longs to have the experience of visiting such a structure as is often found in the gothic novels she loves.

One of the many things she learns, though, is that life is not like those novels, and once her views are shaped by reality, she begins to grow and mature.

I don’t want to go further into the plot for the sake of those who might not have read the book. I found it very enjoyable. It contains Austen’s trademark observations of the social mores of her time, though not quite as ironically or satirically as her later books. Plus she includes a spirited defense of novel reading as well as a caution against the wrong kinds. Catherine has to learn not to let her imagination, influenced by highly unlikely tales, get away from her. Catherine also learns one of the most painful lessons of maturity, that, while it is generally good to have a trusting heart, there are people not worthy of that trust. (Update: I just finished listening to this via audiobook 4/22/13, and I can’t believe I thought this book less ironic or satirical. It fairly sparkles with both irony and satire, but in a fun rather than a put-down sarcastic way.)

The particular copy I bought is a Barnes and Noble publication, complete with footnotes and endnotes, which were often helpful but sometimes unnecessary and distracting. The introductory notes I felt were better read after the novel than before, especially if one has not read the book yet, as too much is given away.

In the back of the book are a few questions, one of which is “Is there any sign that any of the characters in Northanger Abbey feels sexual desire? Can Austen’s realism be considered complete without this aspect of human relationships.” Good grief, what questions! One of the things I most resent about modern adaptations of classics is the inclusion of sexual scenes, or the spelling out of what had been written with restraint and decorum. The continued popularity of Austen’s books should indicate that an audience can be entertained without going into great sexual detail. Restraint and subtlety are no enemies of realism.

Update: I listened to this story again for the Austen in August challenge in August 2014.

Austen in August

Two views of housework

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I. It’s such a waste of time to cook.
I’m just a walking cookery book.
I make and bake the morning through,
The favorite pies and pudding, too.
Then in half an hour or less,
My toil has gone to nothingness.
It’s a waste of time to dust the stairs,
To clean the brass and polish chairs,
To sweep and pick up bits of fluff,
For nothing ever is clean enough.
Five minutes after I have done,
Someone is sure to romp and run,
Kick out the stair rods, flick the mats,
Slam the doors and scare the cats.
Some sticky hand is sure to press
The brasses from their sprightliness.
I tidy up and do the dusting,
But all the while my wings are rusting.
Then washing day it seems to me
Is just a waste of energy.
What use to stand before a tub
And soak and rinse and blue and rub?
Next week the selfsame garment’s stain
Will come into my hands again.
It’s such a waste of time to mend.
One has no sooner reached the end
Of last week’s pile then, need you ask it,
This week’s filled up the mending basket.
The stockings, which were hale and hearty,
Return from each picnicking party,
Weak and worn and wanly show
Great gaping holes in heel and toe,
While buttons have a cantankerous way
Of disappearing every day.
Sponging off the spots and ironing creases,
Between it all I’m worn to pieces.
Woman, from cradle to grave,
Is nothing but a galley slave.

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II. I’ve done an angel’s work today.
Yes, such an honor came my way.
Real angel’s work. Lest you doubt it,
I’m going to tell you all about it.
Well, first I cooked. It was so nice
To plan the pies, stewed fruit and rice.
God sent His angel once to make cakes
For a poor wayfarer’s sake.
Just today He honored me
And sent the task my way, you see.
Then while I tidied up the place,
Gave every knob a radiant face,
Back of my mind this thought would lurk-
That I was still at angel’s work.
Putting away coats and dresses
And moving small, unsightly messes,
For oh, ’tis such a lovesome thing,
Just straightening out and freshening.
And after that, I washed a few
Small woolly garments, old, not new,
Things I had rubbed and rinsed before,
Quite forty times or even more.
As I hung them on the line,
I thought what Godlike work was mine-
To cleanse, ah me, to wash out stains
Till not a single speck remains.
So later in the day, ’twas sweet
To sit and rest my tired feet,
Mending the clothes and plan out, too,
How to make old things into new.
For surely it is an angel’s way
To put things right from day to day,
To find thin places and repair
The glad rags and the sturdy wear.
Since wear and tear must surely be
On this side of eternity,
I’m feeling very proud to say
I’ve done an angel’s work today.

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~ Author unknown

I’m afraid my attitude is too often the former…but I am working on it!

(Clip art courtesy of Microsoft) 

Monday odds and ends

Most of my odds and ends posts seem to come on Mondays, I think!

  • Busy day today, so this is just a drive-through posting. Our ladies’ meeting is tonight and we’re assembling care packages for our college students. That takes a little more preparatory work than some meetings, so that’s what I am busy with today. I’m stopping for a lunch break at the moment.
  • I have a few posts percolating on the back burner that I hope to get to. Sometimes when that happens and I try to actually write them, I wonder what I was thinking — it just doesn’t come together. We’ll see!
  • I don’t like Daylight Savings Time. I haven’t heard of anyone who does. I was so concerned about remembering to set my clock ahead Sat. night that I did that but forgot to set my alarm. I woke up at what would have been my regular time, but was now an hour late. Somehow the Lord helped me get my shower and then breakfast on at not too much later than usual. The rest of the family got to church on time but I didn’t get there til after the preaching started. Then it was hard to go to bed last night because it just didn’t feel as late as it was, so I was dragging this morning and finally took a little nap.
  • This is the “odd” part of my odds and ends: I was skimming through the weekly 5 Minutes Around the Blogosphere posting at 5 Minutes For Mom when I thought I saw a line that said “5 ‘green’ combustible diaper starter kits.” A closer look revealed it was “5 ‘green’ compostable diaper starter kits.” Somehow green in the same sentence with the word diapers conjures up unpleasant memories…
  • If you haven’t seen this, Amy’s Humble Musings has an excellent post with Thoughts on contraception and the quiverfull movement. I appreciate her balanced, reasonable, and gracious line of thinking on this issue.
  • One of my favorite craft bloggers is published!
  • I finally watched Miss Potter. Loved it! I couldn’t get any of the rest of the family interested in it at the time, so I watched it over several mornings in my room while getting dressed/fixing hair/making beds, etc. I do think they’d like it if they gave it a chance. When I first saw the commercials I didn’t really like the idea of animating her characters — that just made it seem too Disneyish. But it’s not done much and is mainly used to show her imagination and playfulness and what she is thinking in some places. I even watched most of the special features.
  • in-love-and-war_.jpgWhen I went to rent it, I came across another DVD that looked interesting enough to try: a Hallmark Hall of Fame production of In Love and War. (evidently there are other films by that title, but I don’t think this is related to them.) I normally am wary of picking up a film I am unfamiliar with off the rental place’s shelves, but I think the Hallmark ones are usually pretty safe. This is about an English soldier in WWII, captured in Italy, released, then pursued by the Germans as they invade Italy, then injured, so his buddies have to leave him behind, and he is helped by many Italian people along the way, including the girl he falls in love with. I didn’t realize it was a true story until the end where it says they recently celebrated their 55th wedding anniversary. I looked in the production notes and saw it was based on the book Love and War in the Apennines by Eric Newby, the main character in the film. I want to read that book now. My oldest son, not a fan of love stories, pronounced this “not as bad as I thought it would be.” 🙂 I enjoyed it!

Have a great day!

Sing praise to God Who reigns above

Sing praise to God Who reigns above, the God of all creation,
The God of power, the God of love, the God of our salvation.
With healing balm my soul is filled and every faithless murmur stilled:
To God all praise and glory.

What God’s almighty power hath made His gracious mercy keepeth,
By morning glow or evening shade His watchful eye ne’er sleepeth;
Within the kingdom of His might, Lo! all is just and all is right:
To God all praise and glory.

The Lord is never far away, but through all grief distressing,
An ever present help and stay, our peace and joy and blessing.
As with a mother’s tender hand, God gently leads the chosen band:
To God all praise and glory.

Thus, all my toilsome way along, I sing aloud Thy praises,
That earth may hear the grateful song my voice unwearied raises.
Be joyful in the Lord, my heart, both soul and body bear your part:
To God all praise and glory.

Let all who name Christ’s holy Name give God all praise and glory;
Let all who own His power proclaim aloud the wondrous story!
Cast each false idol from its throne, for Christ is Lord, and Christ alone:
To God all praise and glory.

~ Jo­hann J. Schütz

(It’s also often sung “All praise to God…”)