Showing posts with label wild life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wild life. Show all posts

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Of the Wind




Except... there's no sunshine today! *gasp*
Just white-grey clouds hovering over the earth. Bla! So incredibly uninspiring!

These type of days are the real reason that I started this blog: looking for those little things in life that make the grey-white days colorful and vibrant.

For instance, my youngest two siblings were out stomping on the huge piles of snow that have drifted in front of our former duck shed and found a vibrantly colored pheasant clucking around the pen. Enthusiasm, joy, shrieking with delight, the youngest rushes in "WE FOUND A PHEASANT! A LIVE ONE!!!"

So many times, I've sat on my bed or on the couch or in the rocker in our old craftsman style home, rocking back and forth, staring out the window at the white snow racing by on the wings of the wind, listening to it howl as it passes by, the cold air leaking in through the window cracks, wondering why on earth God has ever put a human being on this desolate plain.


The last week or so, I've been toldhow jealous some friend of mine are of the incredible weather. "You might think we're crazy..." Yeah, I do! In all honesty ;) Really! You've missed nothing but the sense of going nearly insane, listening to wind blow for hours on end, rattling the house, banging against the house - there is no peace!
Amidst the snow storm I've disregarded the beauty that can be found in it. As I look at the purpose of blogging, to more greatly appreciate the wild world around me, that mystery which continues to grab me by surprise reveals itself once more: how great, massive, wild and unpredictably powerful our Creator is, how powerful He's created this earth of Hie to be!!

How massive, sporadic, random-globe is His creation!

It's easy to see in a thunderstorm, lightening flashing all over kingdom come, from cloud to cloud, from cloud to earth, striking something occasionally and causing a streak of light to settle from sky to earth for split second; thunder bellowing from Heaven - angels or demons? Heaven or Hell breaking lose? I do believe it's Heaven - God's Heaven, thumping, clanging, thundering from Above.

Thunderstorms are the equivalent to strength, power, intensity, passion; they open up a flood of emotion, awe, wonder, terror, inspiration, desire, resentment all rolled into the peels of lightening and crackling of thunder.

But how about a snow-storm? How on earth? There are no terrors of the sky threatening to strike your home, showing themselves in an obvious way, revealing the Almighty's heavenly power in such striking ways...

It's much more settle, much more furious. It's white and grey.

Instead of thunder that causes the earth to tremble, wind howls like nothing else... it's incomparable. Some relate it to a train railing over head, but this doesn't come close to expressing the intensity and unrelenting noise that fill your head, hour by hour, minute by minute... sometimes lasting for a few days at a time... Mercilessly...

Wind, thirty, forty miles an hour, cold, desolate, termed by National Weather Service as "Arctic Wind." Not only does it's strength surpass that of branches, sometimes trees, bushes, plants... But it's power, it's freezing clenches grasping any living thing in it's path. Nothing can resist the cold grasp of the wind.
When it find you, it claws through all the layers you've put on - every one of them, grasping the core of your being, sending a chill down to your bones that cannot be shaken when it's present.

Much like the Almighty, but He isn't cold, only Just, Righteous, Pure, True, sending a chill to all that which is opposed to these qualities.
When He's present, He cannot be shaken, none can escape. He searches the earth for those who are setting out on the pilgrimage of seeking and living out, owning and living out Truth.
The strength of the wind, the strength of God.

Unrelenting, He'll fight for you, fight to get past the walls you put up in your life. Much like the wind fights against the walls of our warm, safe haven of a home.
Walls we each put up in our lives to keep us safe, safe from the danger of having to put others before yourself, having to share those things which are painful, which reveal who you really are deep down inside. Safe from having to give up yourself, to embrace Him who is above all else, which can only be done in its fullest when you surrender pieces of yourself, parts of your life; all of your in your whole entirity.

Like the wind that unceasingly wrestles against the walls of your home, the Lord never gives up, never surrenders in the fight for your soul.
He's as strong willed, unrelenting and hard headed as the wind. He won't give up. Never, ever. If you run away from Him, He'll look for you everywhere. He'll find you, "where did you go? Where are you? Why did you do this? Come out where I can see you. Show me all of you."

The intensity of the wind, the intensity of Yhwh.

When I woke up this morning, I didn't think for a moment that God could be likened to the cold-hearted wind, but as discussion increases, processing progresses and relationship is developed with those loved ones around me, it's very obvious that God is very much like the wind.

"The east wind carries him off, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place."
"Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud."
"The wind blows over it and it is forgotten, and its place remembers it no more."
"As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in the mother's womb,
so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things."
"See, the Lord has one who is powerful and strong. Like a hailstorm and a destructive wind,
like a driving rain and a flooding downpour, he will throw it forcefully to the ground."
"When he thunders, the waters in the heavens roar; he makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth.
He sends lightening with the rain and brings out the wind from his storehouses."
"He who forms the mountain, creates the wind, and reveals his thoughts to man, he who turns dawn to darkness,
and treads the high places of the earth-- the Lord God Almighty is his name."


"The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Thoughts 101


Mission, Faith-Believing Christian:
  • PREACH THE WORD
  • BE READY IN SEASON and OUT of SEASON
  • CONVINCE
  • REBUKE
  • EXHORT
  • with LONG SUFFERING
  • and TEACHING (2nd Timothy 4:2)

Mission, Citizen of the United States:

  • STAND
  • for TRUTH
  • and DEEP FREEDOM
  • "CONGRESS SHALL MAKE NO LAW RESPECTING AN ESTABLISHMENT OF RELIGION, OR PROHIBITING THE FREE EXERCISE THEREOF." (First Amendment)

Mission, Employee:

  • IN ALL THAT YOU DO, DO IT FOR THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST, IN REMEMBRANCE OF HIM
  • DOING THE BEST THAT I CAN, WHICH IS TRUE PERFECTION
  • WHAT NEEDS DONE?
  • DO IT!
  • DOING THINGS AS CHRIST WOULD
  • FINISH WHAT I START
  • CLEANING UP MY MESS

Mission, Warrior:

  • DEVOTE YOURSELVES TO PRAYER, BEING WATCHFUL AND THANKFUL (Colossians 4:2)
  • BE THERE
  • BE CONNECTED
  • BE PRESENT
  • LOVE LIFE
  • PRAY
  • BELIEVE
  • HAVE FAITH
  • WALK IN OBEDIENCE, IN FAITH
  • PRAY 'TIL THEY'RE ON THE NARROW ROAD

Mission, Sister:

  • WAIT! IT'LL BE WORTH IT!
  • HOLD SELF TO THE HIGHEST STANDARD (the best I can, in all that I do)
  • THEY LOOK UP TO ME: WHO DO I WANT THEM TO BE?
  • WHAT DO I WANT THEM TO BELIEVE?
  • WHAT DO I DESIRE THEM TO BE DOING?
  • WHO DO I WANT THEM TO BE LIKE (ultimately, Christ!)

Missions, Daughter:

  • I HAVE INSCRIBED YOU IN THE PALMS OF MY HANDS (Isaiah 49:16)
  • YOU NEVER KNOW: YOU MAY JUST BE ENTERTAINING ANGELS
  • WHAT DO I WANT MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS TO BE?
  • WHAT'S MY PART?
  • DO IT!
  • PRAY!
  • WORK, EVEN PRESENT, IN THE RELATIONSHIP
  • THEY A) BIRTHED ME, B) FED & WATERED ME: I OWE 'EM MY LIFE!
  • ACT LIKE IT!
  • THEY OWN ME NOTHIN'!

Mission, Final thoughts:

  • DEVOTE MYSELF TO PRAYER
  • BE EVER WATCHFUL AND THANKFUL
  • FIGHT!
  • WIN!
  • NEVER GIVE UP!
  • NEVER SURRENDER!
  • JUST KEEP SWIMMING!

Blessings upon you,

in the name of the One who has called us,

who has set us apart.

Miss Elisabeth

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

My Plans vs. God's


The day at work had gone really well. I was being chummy, funny, conversant, and overall having fun!

But, then, as I was walking into the freight room to put away some wrapping stuff, one of the guys was talking about me with another one of the guys. The first guy was stating, quite confidently, that I liked this other guy.
My first reaction was shock, stopping in my tracks. I wanted to burn a whole in the dude! Who in the world does he think he is? He doesn't even know me!! I do not like any guy at this time in my life! I'm very happy being single, and am rather content in my singleness (God is good!!!).
I do know that I'm called to get married and have a family, eventually. But I am so not ready for this in life! Waiting seems like a very good idea to me right now :)

Anyhow, in my shear shock, which rapidly turned into a... ticked off-ness, putting away the packing stuff and marching back out was all I could do to keep from burning a non-literal-hole in the guys' back, with my eyes (yes, apparently, at least according to my younger brother, I do have laser eyes when I'm mad [not angry though])
I don't think I would have minded, so much, if I knew the guys were also Christian's, but thus far my doubts are trumping any hopes of such things.
The feelings I felt following anger were, strangely, that of being degraded. My worth trampled. My person hood depleted as something to talk about, not someone to talk with, in these dudes' minds. This is a rather disgusting feeling!
Sandra Huxtable's line came to my younger brothers' (same one who says I have lasers for eyes) lips:

"You men!"

YOU PREACH IT, GIRL!!!
(Except, I would totally erase the whole "man" thing and replace it with, "guy!")

Now, does this have an actual affect on who I am in Christ?
Not unless I give it a foothold in that door, which I will not!
I've taken to wearing a clay cross with wire twisted around it, on a leather cord, and a pearl on a gold and silver chain, whenever I leave the house any more.
The cross reminds me, personally, that I am nothing more than clay to God - dust particles with His life (water), creating clay, which He will mold into the shape He desires, if I give Him control.
The wire reminds me that in His strong, firm grip, I am safe (attaching the cross to the leather cord), and the cord: 3-strands are not easily broken (God, me and the Holy Spirit - of course Christ, but I talk with God as my Father, and the Holy Spirit is she who gives me wisdom, as stated in Scripture)

The pearl on the silver and gold cord is not as unique, but still personal:

I am HIS pearl of great price!
Being purified, as gold,
and as beautiful as silver...

I suppose another reason why the dudes' words, at work, bugged me so, was that they were based upon my physique (as the past two, "are you dating," questions are). Nothing personal. Not like any one could no, nor would they ask. It's not at all personal, and a rather judgemental statement.
As I'm working, I try so very hard to have the mentality that "in all I do, do it for Christ." Who knows! Maybe I've even entertained an angel or two?
But that simple, short phrase, that verbalization of an idea that had no founding, gave way to doubts in my own head: has everything I've been praying about, striving for in Christ, praying God would be who they see, and I would simply vanish into the decor of pet 'n grocery... Has this all be in vain? Do they see nothing more than a girl? Someone who blushes, maybe too easily, is obnoxiously silent in her job, and works like a fiend?

If so, I might just melt into a puddle of nothingness
and vanish into the void of life!!!

God is good all the time! As I'm sitting at the computer, on Face Book no less, sinking into the most pitiful pits of my interior self (quite narcissistic-ly I might add), a dear sister in Christ replied to a comment I made.
She said something beautiful, bringing new life, meaning and genuine-ity to my pearl necklace.

"Too many people float through life
glazed over,
plugging away, drives me nuts.
You're in there, connected, present,
lovin' life.
And God loves that about you!!!
He can use that to touch others.
(You can totally see that kind of light in someone)"

So maybe I'm just totally a dumb, emotionally-oriented girl, but this really struck me as, "Oh! Maybe that's what they are seeing, maybe!!! Maybe I haven't totally screwed up God's plan, and He really is using me, maybe!"
Maybe, maybe, there is, somehow, something God is doing, despite me, possibly even through me!! OOooh, I do hope so! I hope I can keep myself out of the way enough for HIM to work and I

"Disappear... without a trace!"

God richly bless and keep you,
As you too strive to vanish into His creation,
Allowing Him all the glory, allotting Him all that is (for He created it)
And stepping aside so "His will be done! On earth as it is done in Heaven!"
Amen and amen,

Miss Elisabeth


Sunday, May 9, 2010

Thoughts for the Day... Sunday, =)


Well this morning I went to church with my family; had a wonderful time of Praise and Worship, and felt thoroughly rejuvenated and filled up by The Lord.
Went to work, and, apparently, that "glow" personified itself in a "perkiness," which I was totally unaware of!
One of the guys I worked with commented on me being "perky this morning," and then asked me why :)

Opportunity #1: Got to share that it was church and family together that made my day (on a deeper level, God!)

Saw my manager, and handed her a lovely box of stuff for her Painting department. Smiling, she said thanks....

Opportunity #2: Special, personal delivery of items that do not belong in the Pet and Grocery Department (yes, this does include all painting, gardening, hardware and lumber supplies).... Sub opportunity: Got to wish my manager a Happy Mothers day, which she thoroughly appreciated, and beamed for the next forty-five minutes :-)

Took my lunch/ dinner/ 1/2 hr. required break for food, sat down, and really fought sleep :-P
BLAAA!
Was in the break room with one of the gentleman I know from Hardware, but he was reading the news paper. After he left, I was thoroughly alone! I twas wonderful!!!
The Bible verse that was read for church today kept pounding in between the two sides of my head and I had to find it and read it over.... and over... and over... and over... and over again...

Opportunity #3: 'Twas able to read the Bible at work!! This lead to me writing the entire verse down a couple of times and sticking one copy in my back pocket... Sub-opportunity: Had a piece of the Bible to read to myself whenever I wanted to throughout the rest of the day...

After break I accidentally broke a bag of something, and it needed tape. Walked up to my department desk, retrieved the tape, and was asked by one of my co-workers "What have you done?!" After telling him that I did break it, and that I now was fixing it, he order that I owe him twenty bucks (a number following me all stinking day *laughs*).... I considered the options before me:
a) comply and mock-hand him money
b) do the whole "oh, c'mon," stupid-not-any-fun-boring-too-common-response
c) Be a total rebel and do the unexpected...
Feeling highly, *ehem*, "perky," from reading my Bible and stuffing some in my pocket, my mouth broke loose into a smile and took over... A grin, really. That dark, oh look, ha ha, I will now make you suffer, kind of grin...
I mock-spat in his hand.
The dude grimaced and wiped his hand on his shirt!!! *laughs hysterically*

Opportunity #4: Used the situation to " my advantage; grabbed the opportunity to have the upper hand and covertly expressed my conviction that I owe no man nothing, at this time in life.

I am solely Gods'!!

The lovely, adventuresome-day, in little but meaningful ways mind you, ended beautifully. Dad had to take some notes over to the office and I had the opportunity to drive with him. Was wonderful :)

Opportunity #5: Daddy time! Can't beat that ;)
Dad was gonna put on a Hebrew-language CD, but I asked him if we could talk instead. There are many questions I have about humanity and how humans function and work...

Opportunity #6: Asked my siege father for advice, information and his opinion on the relationships and people-types at work. This was very much well worth the getting-out-there and asking!



And now, my dear friend, I am going to say goodnight! Sleep well!! Sleep dreams :)
See you in the morning!
Enjoy the sun-rise, sleep deeply, knowing that, God has inscribed you on the palms of His hands...

Opportunity #7: Passing the blessing along!

El Roi: GOD SEES YOU!


God Richly Bless and Keep you!
Miss Elisabeth

Opportunity #8: You have many opportunities in your mundane-day-to-day-life. What are they? Are you going to shove your foot in the door and fling it open, or let it slam shut?
You can change the world: One step at a time. (whether this be one aisle at a time, one customer at a time, one prayer at a time, or one meal at a time, or one diaper at a time

Just keep swimming ;)


"Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands;
your walls are continually before Me.
Your builders hurry;
your destroyers and devastators
will depart from you.
LIFT UP YOUR EYES AND LOOK AROUND!"
Isaiah 49:16-18 NIV

Thursday, March 25, 2010

A month?! REALLY? ALREADY?

Wow! I cannot believe it's been an entire month since I last wrote on here!! Goodness gracious! Time flies! Or, as my dear, loving, beloved, cherished (great) grandmother tells me (whenever I talk with her on the phone) "wait until your my age! You go to sleep and you wake up ten years later..."
EEK!
That kind'a (totally) happened this month (doesn't it happen every month?)
So, I'll just try to sum up what has happened this month in a point-by-point manner :)
  • A group of home-school families (including mine) went to a local symphony on the first of this month. It was phenomenal! Miss Banana thoroughly enjoyed the ballet, which accompanied the fantastic music. The afternoon was spent at a local out-door nature campus where the younger children in the group snow-shoed, and bird watched (who knew there were birds to watch in the Gr. Plains winter?!). The older people in the group went cross-country skiing.
  • The builders have totally torn out all the (inside of the house's) walls, replaced the stair case leading from the back door into the house; gutted the bathroom(s), replaced walls upstairs, and switched around/ took out closets in (all) the rooms upstairs. They have also replaced the front porch window, which looks absolutely beautiful (and unfortunately the computer will only allow me to upload so many pictures today :-P). The house smells wonderfully like a construction sight... aahhh... fresh cut wood...
  • The younger three kiddos found a raccoon hang'n in the loft of our barn at the property, and exchanged curious stares for several minutes. I joined the younger three up in the loft, where the masked bandit looked at us like we were the strangest creature to walk the face of the earth, and how dare we disrupt his nap! (The creature was huge, and 'twas quite the experience!)
  • Mom drafted me into doing science with Banana and Miester Man.
  • The outcome of the above? I typed in the term, "butterfly" on our library catalogue search engine and (literally) clicked "request copy" on every informational-related book regarding butterflies (and moths)... We went to the library, I picked up the books, and then extracted every book I could find in the adults section of "butterflies" (yes, including those huge 24x30" dinosaur-sized books with all the waaay-cool-too-up-close-and-personal/organic-pictures)... we read all of them!!!

- I am sorry the photo is upsi-down...

  • Miester Man and Miss. Banana then made copies of all the factual information we could find in the butterfly/ moth books (butterflies anatomy, life-cycle, grammar, etc. and so forth)

(yes. . . I am hiding from the camera behind a

Muppet/ picture of a butterfly that my youngest sister made . . . and? . . . your point? . . .)

Miss. Banana, always the first to find any sort of creepy-crawly (and promptly adopt it as "hers...") found this lovely little monster.... I mean... ehem, critter, in our kitchen... ew.... And it's still alive... in our kitchen... in a Tupperware container. I am not yet convinced that it is (actually) a caterpillar, but that doesn't matter to Banana. She insists that it's "a baby butterfly," and the cruel elements of earth would destroy it if she let's it back into it's natural habitat (which in fact, would happen, due to the incredulously mean-cold-weather, which has improved over the last couple of weeks).

  • Upon completing reading the mountain-of-books, creating a colorful binder of pictures and facts regarding butterflies, getting in arguments with the kiddos over what butterflies they have in fact actually seen in really life and the ones they haven't (because they're in a rain-forest somewhere, and Banana and Miester have seen only parts of the States), getting bugged out by bug-zilla, and over-saturating my brain with fun-yet-bizarre-yet-fascinating-and at the same time really weird information about this (wonderful) earth God has created, I threw myself at Pax Romama's feet (A.K.A.: "Mom") and begged her to un-enlist me (otherwise known as "fire") from this project...
  • Mom laughed, took a picture, and proudly displayed it all over kingdom come (/ the Internet/ her blog)




















(L-to-R: Feche Boy with a butterfly on his shoulder, Miester Man thoughtfully comprehending the world with a fellow Monarch-wanna-be)
  • To ease the rift in our (mom's & my) relationship, Pax Romama sent us (her resident-posterity) to The Butterfly House.
(L to R: Hannah touching a very curious looking, yet cute black butterfly :) and on the right a butterfly has "rested" (??? butterflies don't "sleep!!!!) on my shoulder


  • I've started reading (and intend on completing) Timothy Ferriss's The 4 Hour Work Week, am more than fascinated, and thoroughly enjoying it, yet don't have a clue what sort of entrepreneur-type-business I would start, if (a seriously hypothetical "i-f") I were to theoretically (someday) start a business (far down the road from here!)
  • After reading many (stupid) books on "self help" (it's always curious to me that people actually pick up these books to help themselves) I've sworn off every and all book with this sub-title donning a semi-perfect-looking-homo-sapien ["stupidstickfigureswithpoofylips... PAH! I am used to" reading about "(for) gods!" (raises hands, dramatically in the air)... like Brother Andrew, Mother Theresa and Corrie Ten Boon]
  • There is another book I started reading title... "Living O," I think.... but the author escapes me... It's rather fascinating. A non-fiction, about a 30-something year old gal, who challenges herself to live an entire year off the advice of Oprah Winfrey (to the letter). For someone (like myself) who is not in the loop of cultural fads, this is a highly captivating read, and I'm more than intrigued to complete the book (as soon as mom is done, which should be sometime late-tonight or tomorrow)

I hope that's a good up-date for y'all who are interested... Jeesh... Sorry it's taken me so long to actually log on a write something worth substance! It's been a crazy year (almost four-months into 2010 - isn't that just crazy-insane?)

Something that has crossed my mind, which I've been unable to shake, is a challenge for myself. Totally non-conventional, perhaps a little (lot) crazy and it's not going to get me into any popular nothing (but at the rate I'm going, I've just given up on that all together *laughs*). An idea has struck, bouncing between my ears, settling slightly here and there, but for the most part remaining rather firm (this is usually a good indication to me that God is trying to tell me something, and that I ought to pay heed!). The idea goes something along the lines of this:

  • Get "unplugged" for a year: no texting,
  • cell phone,
  • Facebook (closing my account).
  • Not reading any type media that's not immediately relevant to my life now
  • Internet,
  • news paper,
  • magazines.

What I would Hope to Accomplish?

  • Being more creative in my research (not using Internet, at all)
  • Being more pro-active and deliberate in my search for news, current events and politics (not passive-aggressive, as I see surfing the web and emails appear (to me) to be).
  • Face-to-face,
  • personal
  • one-on-one in my interactions with other people
  • Using this as an experiment to see how a semi-young-adult/ post-teenager would "survive."

I would not close my blog account, as this would be a way to "note" the progress/ information that's gathered through this experiment...

Anyhoo, so much to think, do, act upon, say, proclaim, announce... HA HA! But I must go no.

God richly bless and keep you,

Miss Elisabeth

Disclaimer: There have been some complaints about the spelling of my blog (e.g. family, friends, etc.). However, this cannot be helped. I have done my utmost best to correctly spell and use the English Language in the most correct way possible. However, there is not perfect way, and being a person from "the younger generation," I don't see how this can be helped . I do use "spell-check," which is based upon each programmers opinion on the "correct" way to spell a term (the term "correct," itself, is a highly relative term that has little meaning in today's society, I have found, much like the terms "organic," "fashionable," "100% natural" and "normal." If you do not understand what I am saying, please look up these terms in a Websters 1800's dictionary, and compare it to the way modern society defines these terms, then compare these two definitions with the way modern society uses these terms. ) Thank you!

Saturday, February 6, 2010

EVERYONE'S (getting) SICK!

AAAAAAAAH!!!!

In response to both mom, Hannah and Ethan getting sick (with the flu, no less), I have done something terribly drastic, and utterly disgusting!
Now....


"I'm feeling... happy..."
I got myself to this point of happiness, by following basic principles of health, nutrition, and antique medical skills... (yes, they do [sometimes] work)

Okay, c'mon, this isn't too drastic! Everyone should have some form of vitamin C supplement in their home. If you aren't, and have money to afford it, you should go out and get some. Vitamin C is the "wonder" vitamin in our home... at least for my sister, mom and I. If we have a cold "take vitamin C." Flu, vitamin C. In the morning, along with your Complete Multi, "don't forget your vitamin C." It's a wonderful little mineral that is quite essential for the well-being of humanity...
Okay... so I downed a few of these...


Next on the list, Vitamin D.... and... apparently you can get this in a "non-dry" form... at least, that's what's implied on the label, aye?! Weird!
Mom bought this Vitamin D after talking with a health-nut friend of ours (one of the many who have made their ways, comfortably, in our lives). Our... mom's?... friend buys this in the fall and "feeds it to all her children every day... they are rarely sick..." !? And why doesn't it work as an "Anti-illness-miracle-pre-cure-vitamin" for our family, well I don't have a clue!
But I took one of these... rather in terrifying fear of getting sick with *coughs* the flu, as apposed to a "Pro-active, Healthy Life Style" initiative.
:) Just one to satisfy me, thanks!

"Spirulina!" "Barley Grass..."
Sounds so Scientific, or idyllic (as if from some farm, far, far away).
Don't get your hopes up! This drink is fondly known of as
"Pond Scum,"
in our home...
"And I mean that in a very caring way!"

Basically one chokes down the watered-down, sea-cow-grass, while anxiously looking forward to the, literal, scum, sitting gleefully at the bottom of your unfortunate cup.
(And they make it look SO good on "Iron Man.")
One, tall, glass of this will set any human being up forever.
Actually, honestly, I can tell a physical difference when I drink a cup-a-day, and when I don't. It's not too bad (it might taste good with lemon juice in it), when watered down and well mixed, and after you get used to it... God definitely intended it for the Sea-Cows, to stay IN the Sea, and for SEA CREATURE CONSUMPTION ONLY!!
But... it's mineral-rich...

Last, but certainly not least, our vintage-miracle-remedies-antique-all-cure....

*drum roll please*


GARLIC!
This is, truly, the love of my culinary-kitchen life. Garlic makes the world go round. Garlic is an incredible flower-garden-decor. Garlic should be our National Plant. Garlic heals the sick. Garlic smells intoxicating. Garlic creates amazing kitchen-aroma. Garlic is a healing herb... *sigh*... What else needs to be said?
Garlic is amazing!
When we were on the acreage, I cooked everything (almost) with our fresh, home-grown garlic... (would cake taste good with garlic?)
If someone was coming down with some ailment, mom would promptly cut a clove of garlic of a fresh garlic-head, peel the skin off, and "offer" it to the ailing relation. It actually nearly always worked!!
And now....


I'M FLOATING IN HEALTH.... AND VITALITY.....


God richly bless you and keep you, and your entire family.
And may God heal you from the sickness' of the winter ;-)
Miss Elisabeth

Friday, January 22, 2010

A matter of Intensity

"There have been times in my life when I felt bored and restless. It took a while, but eventually I discovered that the thing I was missing was intensity. Sometimes the swaddling of the comfort zone cloth begins to chafe a bit."
The black letters stand in a groups, forming crisp words against eh starch white monitor background.

A matter of intensity....
Boredom is a sickness that penetrates even the sturdiest of mind. It sinks in deep, and sometimes sucks you into it's mirey hole of quick-sand. Since I can remember, I have been, what my family calls, an "adrenaline junky."

*************************
"Daaaad... hurry up!" The little white-blond headed girl did not know if she actually said the words, or just felt them strongly well up inside her little body.
Her quiet manner was not any indication for the surge of desire that she felt in that moment.
Clear, blue, lapping waves beckoned to her,
"I'm waiting!" They cried out from the five foot pool... "Waiting for you to splash into my cool, liquid arms..."
The little girl's father gave her the same lecture he'd given her many times in the past, before coming to the pool which sat behind their home in Fuller student housing.
The lecture would not, by any means, have been lengthy to any college student, however, to a three year old, the dad's words seemed to trail on into eternity...
"Now wait just a moment, sweetie. Remember, I need to blow up this floaty, and put it on you so you have both on. Then you can go into the pool."
The child's big blue eyes studied her father... the orange plastic which was the floaty met her daddies lips, and he blew... hissss... the floaty slowly, steadily, lazily began filling up.

Gentle waves crashing against the pools edges, filling the blondie's ears.

"Daaaad... hurry UP!" She thought again.
The aqua-blue crystal waters reflection could be seen in the girl's eyes, matching them...
"Dad is taking too long..."

With that last thought, the lengthy three-year-old felt her leg muscles working beneath her long torso... the hot Southern Californian air rushed past her, grabbing at her hair; dry sunshine reflected off her white hair and tanned body, as the little imp flew to the edge of the pool...
SPLASH!
One floaty on, one floaty off.
"KENDRA ELIZABETH!"

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"I'll count down from ten to one, and then you jump, okay?"
"Can't you count down from five?"
The blue-eyed girl looked up at the tall, scraggly young-man standing before her.

Uhh.... he looks middle-aged enough to be an older brother... I'll just look at him pitifully and see if he'll succumb to the pressure... She thought quietly.

The man raised an eyebrow, sizing the long, bean-pole of a child up.
"You sure you'll be OK?"
The eleven-year old gazed up into the mans eyes and nodded.
"You certain?" The young mans dark eye brows furrowed together appearing as one, long brow.
The girl nodded again...
All geared up, she stood at he edge of the two-story tower.The zip-line stretched before her looking so frail the girl wondered if it would snap when she reached the half-way point.
Asking the guide, the rough-man responded, "No. You go across it too fast. Besides, it's a cord, like the one's they use to build bridges."
He smiled good naturedly at the girl.
Standing at he very edge of the building, the blond headed child looked out across the vast mountainous range... Breathing deeply, she heard the guide holding the cord firmly, making sure everything was in order before flinging her into the great expanse of the earths atmosphere.
"Five..... four....." Excitement overran the girls' thoughts as she listened to the young man's deep voice counting down.
"Threeeee....... twoooooo........."
Leaping into the air, the eleven-year-old-blue-eyed child hugged her string which attached her harness to the zip line...
Extending her arms to her sides, she welcomed the cool mountainous air as it rushed past her in a flurry...

Free!
She thought to herself.
Not a sound escaped from her smiling lips.
Trees glided beneath her, a bird soared above her and mountain peeks surrounded her.


Little did she know, the next time she would go onto a zip-line, two years later, she would fly across the cord, upsi-down and backwards suspended on but one cord, over a cliff.
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This, my dear reader, gives you but a glimpse of my adrenaline pursuing past.
Passion, I believe is a gift, and curse, all rolled into one, which my wonder family cultures.
Apathy is an attitude scorned, or at least in the house-hold I live in. My opinions and ideas have always been very clear in my own mind.

My ideal would be to glide every weekend, along a mountain peek, canyon and crevasses, with but a pair of feathered wings. Mom and dad both joke with the other two young adults, in my family, that I'm an adrenalin junky.

Finding myself rather bored, I asked a group of mothers on The Well Trained Mind Forum( http://www.welltrainedmind.com/forums/showthread.php?t=149659 ) what their young adult children do for "fun," and what they did when they were my age for fun.
Most responded with excellent ideas:
Host a game night
Participate in historical reenactment
Volunteer
Go on a mission trip
Take a road trip
Mentor younger women...
Many, wonderful ideas!
As I read the replies to my question, the last reply jumped out at me (the the last one at the time). It beckoned me to pursue this mom's idea further...
"This seems to be matter of intensity..."

Intensity!

Intense feelings: feelings one has towards something or someone... this requires passion to be present.

Intense actions: actions that either bring healing or destruction to another human being, or an object.

Intense Words: These usually precede actions. Intense words arouse a great deal of emotion in the audience... such as hate, anger, fear, love, joy, courage...
There is almost never any middle ground when a person speaks with intense words. The apostle Paul and John the Beloved both are excellent examples of this. People, generally, either love or hate intense verbalists.

Intensity, all over, arouses a great deal of emotion in humanity. It also requires a cutting-edge lisfe style, such as Corrie Ten Boon ('The Hiding Place') and Mother Teresa ('Mother Teresa: In My Own Word). Both of these women I look up to in life!

Intensity requires absolute commitment.
Marriage is a good example of this, or so I have heard (although I have never experienced such commitment on such a level myself).
Rarely have I seen a marriage founded on apathy. Apparently, it's an intense relationship (although, like I said, I have never been married and so this is not a personal example, for me)

How can it not be?

You're vulnerable to the core of your being. Your humanity is exposed to the greatest extremity known to man. Your life is to be dedicated to one other fallen, sinning human being....
Intensity!!
The giving if your all!

Missionaries, I think we can all agree, live intense lives. Some live their life on the brink of death, for the sake of sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Intensity...
Something I seek with abandon, in life... which is, at this point, thoroughly lacking!


A matter of intensity.









Monday, January 18, 2010

Frosty the... Umm... Snow? Ice?

Some go-geous pictures of the beautiful frost throughout the week :)


God richly bless

and keep you and your family this week!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008


I just want to thank all my friends and loved ones for the educational emails over the past year.


Because of your warning I live in a zip-lock plastic bag with clean oxygen piped in after passing through 18 filters which are replaced each hour.


Thanks to you, I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel.


I can’t use the remote in a hotel room because I don’t know what the last person was doing while flipping through the channels.


I can’t sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.


I can’t enjoy lemon slices in my tea or on my seafood anymore because lemon peels have been found to contain all kinds of nasty germs including feces.


I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking your nose.


Eating a Little Debbie sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.


I can’t touch any woman’s purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.


I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.


Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.


I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.


I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.


I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St.Theresa’s novena has granted my every wish.


I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.


I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.


Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.


Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.


I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won’t crawl in my back seat when I’m pumping gas.


I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put ‘Under God’ on their cans.


I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.


And thanks for letting me know I can’t boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face… disfiguring me for life.


I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.


I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.


I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.


I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don’t support our American troops or the Salvation Army.


I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore and Uzbekistan.


I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neima n-Marcus since I now have their recipe.


Thanks to you, I can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my bum.


And thanks to your great advice, I can’t ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a rapist waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.


If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large intestinaly sick ostrich will land on your head at 5:00 P.M. this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s beautician.


Have a wonderful day, anyway!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Scream in the Darkness

Miss Piggy this fall. She would watch out for the other three kittens. If one was behind the rest of the group, on a walk, she would sit down calling and waiting for them.
Mother hen hang'n on the saddle on our porch.

Baby Piggy. Cream - this litters mother - would change their hiding spot every other week. After they were about two weeks old we couldn't find them for a while. When I found the kittens (nestled under our thirties washing "machine" that decorates our yard) Miss Piggy (shown above) hissed at me. Even as a kitten she had a personality!

A skin crawling, air peeling scream pierced my ears. My eyes popped open, and then I realized a woman's scream had scared startled me so much that I jumped out of my old, yet cosy, bed. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

A woman's scream? In the middle of the night, on the prairie, the Sunday after Thanksgiving? Who would be out at this time of night?

After convincing myself it was "nothing" my eyes finally managed to close, and I dozed off. Morning greeted me with a chill, the sun with bright rays giving off no heat. My decision was made - time for some investigation regarding last nights scream.

Upon completing a talk with dad about the other night, realization finally, slowly, took a firm hold on me, and again the hairs on my neck rose as I thought about the blood-curdling "woman's" scream that had awakened me the night before.

A bob cat.. here!

My beautiful kitten, Miss Piggy, went missing Thanksgiving day. Her predator was what caused m entirety to tingle - a large, wild, screaming cat, threatening anyone outside, alone, at night, in our backyard.

This scream took my back to the book "Little House the Big Woods" when paw heard a "woman scream" and the panther leaped onto his horse. This scream in the darkness will forever make my skin crawl, and I will never be seen outside, after dusk, alone, again.

Warmth for Winter

* Burnt-orange nail polish
*feather-down, fleece-lined blanket
*Hot "English Breakfast" tea, if a tsp. of whipped honey
*Pictures of tropical islands
*knitted scarf
*An adorable puppy to sit on your lap
*blazing fire
* Basic Message Oil
6 tsp. carrier oil of your choice
8 srops of essential/ fragerance oil of your choice
Blend the two together, well. Warm up the oil before using - make sure to message between your fingers and your cuticals.
.... any questions?