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Sunday Scriptures – Dreaming

God, the Father watches us all everywhere.
God, the Father watches us all everywhere.

But I tell you, in this you are not right,
For God is greater than man.

Why do you complain to him that he answers none of man’s words?

For God does speak – now one way, now another –
though man may not perceive it.

In a dream, in a vision of the night,
when deep sleep falls on men
as they slumber in their beds,

He may speak in their ears
and terrify them with warnings,
To turn man from wrongdoing
and keep him from pride,

To preserve his soul from the pit,
His life from perishing by the sword.

Or a man may be chastened on a bed of pain
With constant distress in his bones,
So that his very being finds food repulsive
And his soul loathes the choicest meal.

His flesh wastes away to nothing
And his bones, once hidden, now stick out.
His soul draws near to the pit,
and his life to the messengers of death.

Yet if there is an angel on his side
As a mediator, one out of a thousand,
To tell a man what is right for him,

To be gracious to him and say,
“Spare him from going down to the pit;
I have found a ransom for him” –

Then his flesh is renewed like a child’s;
It is restored as in the days of his youth.

He prays to God and finds favor with him,
He sees God’s face and shouts for joy;
He is restored by God to his righteous state.

Then he comes to men and says,
“I sinned, and perverted what was right,
But I did not get what I deserved.

He redeemed my soul from going down to the pit
And I will live to enjoy the light.”

God does all these things to a man –
Twice, even three times –
To turn back his soul from the pit,
That the light of life may shine on him.

Job 33:12-30

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photo credit: angel of sweetbitter 2009

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Saturday Sayings – Dreaming

And the thought will strike with a swift sharp pain

That I probably never will build again

This house that I’ll have in some far day.

Well . . . it’s just a dream-house anyway.

Don Blanding, Vagabond’s House.


How true, how true! Do we not all do this!

The diet, the savings, the house cleaning, the time with children, the smile we’ve purposed to give the husband — SISTERS! Let’s do more than plan for someday!

Let’s just do it!

Someday never comes.

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Sunday Scripture – Movement

Jerusalem, Pool of Bethesda Français : La Pisc...
Jerusalem, Pool of Bethesda 

Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. Here a great number of disabled people used to lie — the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, “Do you want to get well?”

“Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.”

Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.

John 5:2-11

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Sunday Scriptures – Fleeting Moment

Lightning over Pentagon City in Arlington, Vir...
Lightning over Pentagon City in Arlington, Virginia

Listen, I tell you a mystery:

We will not all sleep,

but we will all be changed —

in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye,

at the last trumpet.

For the trumpet will sound,

the dead will be raised imperishable,

and we will be changed.

— 1 Corinthians 15:51-52

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting Moment

This is how it is around me.

A Fleeting Moment On the Street is the challenge for this week.

I do not spend much time on the street, but while I covered news for our local newspaper, I did cover a proposition that involved the street, itself, as a fleeting moment.

First , you see the sign for a “fleeting moment” street, for those who can read.

As you can also see, it engenders wrath.

Next is the multi-cultural sign, which includes the non-reading culture, of course. And you also see folks around here have no trouble respecting that one.

The other sign, just in case . . .

Isn’t that how we always are? We resent what we do not understand and accept the easier stuff?

Yep.

And do we want to understand? Not always, if it means we might have been wrong. Admit it. We all do this.

However, quite often, those who put up warning signs are among those who know what’s coming and only hope, for a fleeting moment, to awaken us to dreadful possibilities, to protect us from our own mistakes, should we continue.

How kind!

How needed!

But — the pavement actually DOES end in a disastrously slippery way!

How I want to be like that!

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I Like Pickles!

It was February, 15 years ago, when I began to write this, a cold misty day – my favorite weather, but I was ignoring it. My heart had attached itself to a small, glossy package of seeds entitled “Little Marvel Pea.”

Oh, how we love these, the best food every created! Each year my children searched store aisles with eager-eagle eyes and then the begging would begin and it would not end until I bought at least two packages.

That had happened in January and the seeds had sat on the table by my back door for over a month, proclaiming marvelousness each time I passed.

They are marvels because they have taught my children to love digging, planting, weeding, and sweating. Sowing and Reaping, the Parable of the Sower, and endless other lessons have been planted in young hearts because they will do anything for “Little Marvels”, briefly simmered and buttered, the earlier in the year, the better.

I’m so glad for what God can do through the simplicity of humbly acquiring real food for our tables.

I’ve been discussing pickles, though, with my friends, lately. Someone asked, “How do you make little, sweet, whole “Gherkin” pickles? My kids love them . . . ” There is such potential for blessing here.

Mom, teach those little ones also to love the simple act of acquiring them!

The answer is that first you buy cucumber seed. You will never find the right cucumbers at a farmer’s market. For the very small pickles you will need many more plants than usual because each plant sets only a few flowers a day. To get enough tiny cucumbers to bother with would take many days and the first-picked ones would wilt . . . so you need enough to be able to pick around 2 quarts at a time.

To accomplish this, plant about 25 seeds.

Now your neighbors will tell you that is too many, but they will really react when they see your whole cucumber patch in one neat row with no weeds.

Yes, plant those seeds in a row, about five inches between plants. Yes, ten to twelve feet of row would be just right. (Forget the neighbors!)

After they sprout, it is time to “subdue” them. Train each vine to follow the line of the row in which it is growing. At the far end, there will be vines trailing where none were planted, so plan a space for that. The concentration of leaves will shade out nearly all weeds and keep the soil moister and cooler. Also, the row scheme lets you walk, weed, hoe, till and harvest with ease.

Once the plants are in full production, pick them every morning. They’ll not be as uniform in size as “store bought” but will cost less. You may save them in an airtight container, refrigerated for a day, but not much longer. This will help you work around your busy summer schedule and provide for a bigger batch to work with each time you heat up your kitchen.

Recipes tomorrow.