Jesus/Church/Sunday

 Most Sundays, Hubby and I travel forty five minutes northward to church.
We do not feel like this is a burden or something to be ticked off our To Do list,  but a genuine desire to intentionally set aside one day of our crazily busy week to honor and worship The Author of our lives.  If we were to be honest in our self evaluation, we would deem it necessary to certainly commit more than the few hours in community worship and daily seeking time to cover our sinful selves.


We are not publicly linked to any one church in membership; our frenetic wandering lives keep us from that kind of commitment.  We see the merit in many kinds of churches meeting many kinds of needs.  In the thirty three years that I have publicly committed to Jesus Christ, I have attended quite a few different types of churches and found that I was where I needed to be for such a time as that in my life.  For  varied reasons, I was lead/directed/inspired to attend varied churches to get all that the Lord was to teach me in that particular location.






I see God's plan in creating the church.  I see the blessed fellowship of the joining together of kindred hearts, lifting up praises to The One that got us through the week.. The One that created me.  That loves me when I am quite unlovable.  The One that saved me into eternity by sacrificing His Son for my sin, disgusting and proliferating as it is. 
 I know, I know, I know that I shall be in Heaven someday despite myself and my propensity for sinning and disappointing.  I know that it has nothing to do with my 'goodness' or what I 'do',  but everything to do with His holiness and His willingness to take my punishment.  This is awesomely overwhelming to me.   If Creation and Salvation from Hell was not enough, He sent His Spirit to strengthen, encourage, support, convict, comfort me while I put in time on this globe.  How could I ever survive the onslaught of this earth without this mighty Triune, Holy, All Knowing, Perfect God?


Everything in my life points back to a Holy God.  All that I have is from Him.  Any talent, wisdom or knowledge comes directly from The One that wants me to know these things for His Greater Purpose that is completely unknown to me.  If I indeed, did know it, I would be so full of myself and abilities that I would be pretty much ridiculous to know.  He alone knows when to take me down a peg and how to do it.  He alone knows how to show me the err of my ways and how to correct it.  He alone cares enough to correct me.


In this world of vast belief systems, I choose God.  
Amidst multitudinous religions, I choose to have faith in the fact that this universe has an orderly fashion ordained by The Only One that could have possibly planned it all.  Anything else just simply takes more faith than I have.




I do so love Jesus.
I am thankful His awesome gift to my life.
For all our lives.  Free and loving and non conditional and obtainable by all.  He has given us instructions.  We just have to decide if we are going to follow it.


Thank you Lord for helping me follow it and forgiving me when I don't.


Blessed Sunday to you....


'And if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old things are gone, behold, the new has come.'  2 Corinthians 5:17

Two Meals: Two Days: One Effort

Sunday Lunch.
What is your pleasure?
Some like to take Sabbath Rest seriously and go out to eat.
Which works well with Hubby and I due to our Church Commute on Sundays.
But this week, mama was a bit under the weather and I stayed in under the covers while Hubby
bore the weight of our spirituality on his own broad shoulders.
Waking up dearly late, I quickly walked only one dog so that I could dodge the rain and get my lazy (but feeling much better, thank you) self together before the Hubby returned.

I do some of my best thinking/praying while out walking the canines. My mind feels neutralized and naturalized and the brain is oxygenated for some creative processes.
Today, I wanted to come up with an interesting lunch for the Hubby, helping him refresh after his solo trip to church. We so enjoy our Church Commute. Good time for conversation, crocheting (me silly, someone has to drive!) and updating our separate lives after a week of busyness. Especially when overtime interrupts our usual down time. So this is what I came up with :
Toasted Chicken and Melted Cheese Sandwiches with Sauteed Mushrooms and Onions.
Spinach Salad with Strawberries and Pecans with Granny Smith Apples.
Oh My.
But in order to get here, we have to visit last night's meal:
Italian Chicken with Aforementioned Spinach Salad, Baked Yams with brown sugar, pecans and cinnamon.
What about the colors in this meal?
An Antioxidant Delight! Vitamin A and C are tripping over themselves in this easy, easy supper!
Oxalic Acid in it's usual small doses are doing their thing not to mention the heart healthy nuts and glorious sweet potatoes!
Boneless, skinless chicken breast rolled in butter then covered in Italian Bread Crumbs, parsley, paprika, garlic salt and Parmesan and Romano Cheeses. Cook on high in microwave for 10 minutes. Then place in preheated (375 degrees) oven to finish off the cooking/browning. 1/2 cup of white wine added to steam it well, with 6 oz of mozzarella cheese as a topping. Chopped green onions could be added as well. Bake till somewhat browned and cheese is melted.
Easy as pie.
Which would be good too.
But we had Angel Food Cake with Strawberries.

All told, maybe 1/2 hour for the Saturday meal preparation, then about 15 minutes for the Sunday Sandwich.

Faster than Fast Food on Friday!

Good Eating!

Sabbath Things

" Behold how very good it is, A pleasant thing to see; When brothers join to live as one In peace and unity! Psalm 133: 1

Rainy gray Sunday.
Time to go to church and worship corporately.
Time to sing Psalms and hear His Word and learn how to utilize it in our lives.
Good stuff. Infusion.

And time to eat!
Once a month, we share a lunch before an afternoon service that takes the place of an evening gathering.
And we ate well.
Good food for the soul and the tummy.
There is a reason, you know, why Jesus told many parables referring to food.
It is the foundation of most things in life. The impetus and the enjoyment.
And today it was beautiful as well.
Photo worthy.
Then, a quick late supper of Spinach, Broccoli, Cheese, Red Pepper Omelet.
Good Feeding today!


Coming This Week:
The Art Gallery Visit!
Crafting in Your Home: Just What Do You Do With It All?
Stories Behind the Photos
And more.......

Queen Contest Night...

....and I didn't go.

Did go to lunch at The Baptist with Lovely Wife's Mama...We particularly like to go to The Baptists for their Turkey luncheon with the Cranberry Jello. LWM LOVES cranberries and made a pitiful attempt to hi jack mine; you must get up pretty early to snatch food away from this ol' lady......Seen it all... Also at The Baptists is the Craft Show, showcasing all the entries to the famed Persimmon Festival Craft Contest. The winner for us this year was a skein of yarn made of cat fur. Who knew? With one long haired cat and another one dying, I could have made a killing in cat yarn. Bald cats, but a new market......I did graciously offer to make a cat scarf for Sweet Sharon, a dear friend who happens to have a rather strong 'dislike' of the feline varieties...She did not find that humorous.....LWM and I enjoyed the turkey AND the cat fur this year.....
Pictured above is a secret. Faithful Friend has ordered a new bag. She gave me ideas and requirements but left the rest to me.....This fabric, from Danville Indiana, is SOOOOO soft and luxurious....Amazing upholstery fabric....If I had a sofa made of this I would become an avowed Couch Potato....It is such a joy to sew for friends; you just want it to be the best so it stretches creativity and skill....Spent a joyful afternoon playing with the design and 'reading' Alan Alda's book, 'Never Stuff Your Dog'.......A surprise visit from the 2G's and their Mama and my afternoon was made, even if My Dear Grant had to find out that Nana has a Time Out Chair and a timer....Ah, reality.....

So after my full day, I transmogrified Mondays tacos into Wednesday's chili. A quick supper for hubby and I before we head north to Wednesday night church. We are on Part Two of a twelve part series, so the Queen of the Persimmon Festival had to be crowned without us.....

When I got home, I took Dixie on a walk and saw a forlorn miss walking the muddy streets of Mitchell, trying desperately not to get her fancy frock wet and trying to cope without a crown on her head.....I really wanted a photo but just could not do it to the poor girl....

Ah, reality.....