Sunday, April 26, 2020

Weekend Words

This is My Father's World - words by Maltbie D Babcock

  1. This is my Father’s world,
    And to my list’ning ears
    All nature sings, and round me rings
    The music of the spheres.
    This is my Father’s world:
    I rest me in the thought
    Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
    His hand the wonders wrought.

  1. Photos from Natasha - on one of their family hikes in Connecticut (USA)

  2. This is my Father’s world:
    The birds their carols raise,
    The morning light, the lily white,
    Declare their Maker’s praise.
    This is my Father’s world:
    He shines in all that’s fair;
    In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
    He speaks to me everywhere.

  3. and this one - on a visit to snowy Vermont (USA)

  4. This is my Father’s world:
    Oh, let me ne’er forget
    That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
    God is the ruler yet.
    This is my Father’s world,
    The battle is not done:
    Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
    And earth and Heav’n be one.

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Monday, April 20, 2020

Last week

Lost a couple of days last week with headaches/migraines (again) so didn't get a post on.  Never fear, I'm here now :))

I took some time out to drink coffee, browse the latest Country Living mag, and bake a cake...

Here's the recipe as sent to me from my friend Debbie...

But, of course,  I changed it :)

I've made it twice, the first time I used the quantities here and sweet potato instead of potato, the second time I made double quantity and used sweet potato and pumpkin.  I also used brown sugar, but didn't double the sugar quantity the second time, just left it as 1/2 cup, and it was still plenty sweet enough for me.  I used a mix of flours (white, wholemeal, spelt, buckwheat, almond meal) and added extra spices (mixed spice, allspice, cardamom, nutmeg, cinnamon, ginger).  And I used mixed dried fruits.
The size of cake tin you use will determine on how long it takes to cook.  It's very good!

I'm still working on my crocheted squares...

And reading these two...

Hayley has requested another cardigan for Hazel (I knit her a green one last winter) so the squares have been laid aside, and I've started on this sort of dusty pink/brown for her (because I had the yarn), but have ordered the pale pink Hayley wanted from Bendigo Woollen Mills and it will probably get here in a couple of weeks.  So in the meantime...
(I've actually done half the back now)

Doing a bit of redecorating in a corner of my bedroom...
because that's what you do when you can't go anywhere :)

And on Saturday my friend Vicki and I did a walk (for our daily exercise) in the Wild Woods (an area of bushland with walking tracks down near the river)…

And so you don't feel deprived, here's a couple of river shot...
taken the same day as the Wild Woods walk

It was early afternoon, and I don't normally walk that time of day...
 but the light reflecting on the water was so pretty

That's it for today!

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Weekend Words


An Essay from the book MyGrandfather’s Blessings by Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D.

SOMETIMES A WOUND is the place where we encounter life for the first time, where we come to know its power and its ways. Wounded, we may find a wisdom that will enable us to live better than any knowledge and glimpse a view of ourselves and of life that is both true and unexpected.

Almost the last story that my grandfather told me was about a man called Jacob who had been attacked in the night as he slept alone by the bank of a river. He had been traveling, and when he had stopped to make his meal and settle down to sleep, the place had seemed safe enough. But it was not so. He awakened to find himself gripped by muscular arms and pinned to the ground. It was so dark that he could not see his enemy, but he could feel his power. Gathering all his strength, he began to struggle to be free.

"Was it a nightmare, Grandpa?"I said hopefully. I often suffered from nightmares back then and had to sleep with a nightlight on. I moved closer to my grandfather and took his hand. "No, Neshume-le," he answered, "it was quite real but it happened a long time ago. Jacob could hear his attacker's breath, he could feel the cloth of his garments, he could even smell him. Jacob was a very strong man, but even using all of his strength he could not free him-self and he could not pin his enemy down either. They were evenly matched and they rolled on the ground and struggled fiercely."

"How long did they struggle, Grandpa?"I asked with some anxiety.

"A long, long time, Neshume-le," he replied, "but the darkness does not last forever. Eventually it was dawn and as the light carne, Jacob saw that he had been wrestling with an angel."

I was astonished. "A real angel, Grandpa?" I said. "With wings?"
"I don't know if he had wings, Neshume-le, but he was definitely an angel," he told me.

“With the coming of the light, the angel let go of Jacob and tried to leave, but Jacob held him fast. ‘Let me go,’ the angel told Jacob, ‘The Light has come.’ But Jacob said, ‘I will not let you go until you bless me.’ The angel struggled hard, for he wanted badly to escape, but Jacob held him close. And so the angel gave him his blessing."

I was very relieved. "Did he leave then, Grandpa? Is that the end?"I asked.

"Yes,"my grandfather said, "but Jacob's leg was hurt in the struggle. Before the angel left, he touched him on the place where he was hurt." This was something I could understand; often my mother did this, too. "

“To help it get better, Grandpa?” I asked.

But my grandfather shook his head. "I do not think so, Neshume-le. He touched it to remind Jacob of it. Jacob carried it all the rest of his life. It was his place of remembering."

I was very puzzled by this story. How could it be that one might confuse an angel with an enemy? But Grandfather said this was the sort of thing that happened all the time. "Even so,"he told me, "it is not the most important part of the story. The most important part of the story is that everything has its blessing."

In the year before he died, my grandfather told me this story several times. Eight or nine years afterward, in the middle of the night, the disease I have lived with for more than forty-five years declared itself in the most dramatic way imaginable. I had a massive internal hemorrhage. There was no warning at all. I was in a coma and hospitalized for months. The darkness and the struggle lasted for many years afterward.

Looking back on it, I have wondered if my grandfather, old and close to the time of his death, had not left me with this story as a compass. It is a puzzling story, a story about the nature of blessings and the nature of enemies. How tempting to let the enemy go and flee. To put the struggle behind you as quickly as possible and get on with your life. Life might be easier then but far less genuine. Perhaps the wisdom lies in engaging the life you have been given as fully and courageously as possible and not letting go until you find the unknown blessing that is in everything.

The End

Sunday, April 12, 2020

Weekend Words

Easter Sunday

From Beside the Still Waters devotional...

Christ the Lord is Risen - Read 1 Corinthians 15:1-28

He is not here:for he is risen, as he said.  Come, see the place where the Lord lay. - Matthew 28:6

What a glorious revelation when the truth comes to our hearts that Christ's tomb is empty!  If it were not for this truth, we would be of all men most miserable.  "But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them that slept."  The grave couldn't hold Him and the devil himself couldn't stop Him; Christ arose triumphant!

There is no other religion on earth with such a message.  This is why we meet on Sunday morning week after week, because the tomb is empty.  This is why we can have victory.  This is why we can be free!

Romans 8:11 tells us that the same Spirit who raised up Jesus can dwell in us.  Once this is a living reality in our hearts, we will be done with lesser things and be among the most blessed people on earth.  We will do as the song says: "Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears."  There will be a burning fire in our hearts that inspires us and helps us to live high above the doldrums.  We won't walk around half the day with long faces or have a victim mentality.  We will be truly joyful (although not silly and lighthearted), because the truth of Jesus' resurrection is the zeal of our hearts.  The power of God will transform our lives because Jesus is risen!

There is no other victory like this.  Christ has burst the gates of hell; He has opened Paradise - Allelluia!  "But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through out Lord Jesus Christ.  Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, foreasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord" (I Corinthians 15:57-58)

(Kenneth Nolt - New Holland, PA)

Lift then your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die! - Harry Ware

Friday, April 10, 2020

Good Friday

This week:

Cutting back the catmint borders in my front garden...
this is a before photo.  I still haven't finished...

Got all the wood stacked in my shed...
it's 4 rows deep!

Made a beef and vegetable casserole in my slow cooker...

Baked an apple and blackberry cake...

The website is HERE, but will also print it for you...

This Apple Slice uses only 5 ingredients, it’s really easy to make (and even easier to eat)!
  • 2 cups self raising flour
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 3 apples, peeled, cored and diced (1cm)
  • 125g butter or margarine
  • 1 egg
  1. Toss apples with self raising flour and sugar in a medium mixing bowl.
  2. Melt butter in a small saucepan on the stovetop or in a small bowl in the microwave. Stir in egg.
  3. Pour butter and egg into the apple mixture and mix until combined.
  4. Spoon into a greased and lined slice tin.
  5. Bake at 180 C for 35 to 40 minutes or until the top is golden brown and a skewer inserted into the middle comes out clean. Keeps for about 3 days.

As usual, I couldn't leave 'well enough alone', so made a few changes...

My 2 cups of flour were made up of white, whole wheat, spelt, buckwheat, almond meal.
I only used 1/2 cup of (brown) sugar
As I only had 2 apples I added some blackberries.
Also some spices - cinnamon, allspice, mixed spice, cardamom, nutmeg, ginger.
And because I'd used heavier flour, I added 1/2 a cup of milk so it wouldn't be too dry.

It worked! 
Tasted pretty good :)
Still getting out for my morning walks...

And the trees are starting to show their autumn colours...


I'll leave you with this one of my granddaughter Hazel...
Makes me want to get out my Little House on the Prairie DVDs and watch them :)

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Weekend Words

From Beside the Still Waters - an Amish Mennonite daily devotional...

New Every Morning - Read Lamentations 3

My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up. Psalm 5:3

My favourite time of the day is just before dawn.  It requires rising early, but it is worth the effort.  Daybreak gives an opportunity to see a new miracle each day as it happens.  When the sun appears, I think I get a little sense of God's pleasure when He said, "Let there be light," and there was light!  We can experience this many times if we rise early and look to the east.

God's mercies are also new every morning, and great is His faithfulness.  The prospect of a new supply of mercy and grace for the issues of today is like watching darkness being chased away by light.

Yesterday with all its pain or regret is gone forever.  If I have succumbed to bitterness or self-pity or greed or lust, I have another chance to implore God's mercy and live in victory.  If I have been bullied or abused or insulted, I have a new supply of grace available to see God's hand at work in cultivating humility in me.  The prospect of what may happen today need not make me fearful that I will fail again.

Being born again is not a one-time experience.  After the initial new birth by repentance and faith, God continues to give new starts.  The trials of life call us to Him for new mercies every day.  Having failed or been discouraged yesterday does not force me to continue in that state today.  Each new day gives me a new empty sheet to fill with whatever God's mercy and grace will enable me to do.  What a blessing!  Indeed, "great is thy faithfulness."

(Leon Horning - Fanling NT, Hong Kong)

Lamentations 3:21 - 26 (NKJV)

This I recall to mind,
Therefore I have hope.

Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion," says my soul, 
"Therefore I hope in Him!"

The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,
To the soul who seeks Him.
It is good that one should hope and wait quietly
For the salvation of the Lord.

Friday, April 3, 2020

April Yarn Along

April Yarn Along already!!

Still knitting my cardigan.  Half of the second front to go.  But I got a bit sick of the dark colour, so pulled out my diagonal blanket squares I am knitting for charity and worked on them for awhile...
Reading They Would Not Be Moved, another of my recent Anabaptist book purchases

And this morning my wool order from Bendigo Woollen Mills arrived.  I don't have much in the way of pretty pastels, and often the charities I knit for ask for baby blankets, so ordered these colours...
and two of their calico bags because they were only $3 and I thought they would be good for my various knit/crochet projects.

As some of you only visit my blog from Yarn Along, I'm reposting this photo of the blanket I finished recently...

And these beanies I mailed off to charity…

In the garden, there is something to be said for weeds, because if my strawberry patch was not covered in weeds the birds would have found these before I did...
they weren't quite ready to be picked, but ripened up inside over a couple of days.

The beans are finished, and I picked the last of the apples to be cooked up...

This morning my load of wood was delivered.  I've made a start stacking it in the woodshed and hope to get it all finished over the next few days...

The photos below are from my exercise walk early this morning.  And a friend said to me...
"If you walk softly in the dark...

you can hear the sun rise..."

What a lovely thought!

Certainly no time to be bored around here :)