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Post by Caretaker on Sept 21, 2011 16:31:49 GMT -6
God bless Y'all so very much. I just took some hot bisquits out of the oven and we have butter and apple preserves to go on them and a pitcher of sweet tea. There are a few chairs out on the east porch, and we can sit and watch the little hummingbirds coming up to the sugar-water feeder over the railing. Been a long hot dry summer but cool temperatures are here, and getting a light rain to soak in. Stayed pretty busy with the mowing and all of the activities around the lake. The first part of June my niece asked me if I could marry them here at the lake. They were taking family down to Cancun for the formal ceremony on the beach, but there was a three day waiting period in Mexico, so they needed to get married here and then do the formal there. Also her Dad would not fly so this way he could be a part of the service. I told them sure be glad to. So we got together for organizing and going through the vows. On June 4th, the group came in and we walked down to my boathouse/jetty. I had the group form two lines and her Dad walked Aubrey down the row and out onto the jetty where we waited. I did the service, they exchanged their vows, and then I introduced Mr. and Mrs. There were no rings exchanged and no reception. The next day they flew out for Cancun, and had their dream ceremony. But this little service was very special and her Dad placed Aubrey's hand in the hand of her beloved.
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Post by Keith on Sept 21, 2011 17:14:46 GMT -6
That's great Drew, and congratulations to the couple! I'm right there with you and those biscuits! We're gonna' share those in the Kingdom!
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Post by Caretaker on Sept 21, 2011 18:00:16 GMT -6
Looking forward to that Marriage Supper Bro!!!
I use the Bisquick mix. Two cups of mix and 2/3 cup milk. I place aluminum foil on a cookie sheet and spray it with Pam.(easy cleanup)
I heat the oven at 425. I use a table spoon to mix the batter, wet my hands and take a big spoonful, toss it back and forth by hand to smooth and pop them down on the sheet. It makes six bisquits about 4" in diameter and a couple inches high.
10 minutes in the oven and they are golden on the outside and slice like bread across.
I like to pop them out of the oven, slice open a couple and slap in some butter which melts in. I add a few slices of bacon on the side, and put a couple eggs over easy right on top of the buttery opened bisquits. Add coffee and this is my type of breakfast and more often what I have for lunch.
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Post by sallyw on Sept 21, 2011 18:23:12 GMT -6
Yummy.
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Post by Keith on Sept 22, 2011 7:17:59 GMT -6
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Post by Murph on Sept 22, 2011 8:50:04 GMT -6
Yeah! Good to be back on the porch again Drew...and at just the right time of the year. Not too hot and not cold yet...just right! ;D
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Post by Caretaker on Sept 22, 2011 14:00:36 GMT -6
God bless Y'all. It is amazing weather right now. 70's during the day and 40-50's in the evening, with sunny days light winds and a canopy of stars at night. We have one of those humming-bird feeders hanging above the railing, of the porch. It has a bright red bottom with a glass bottle upside down, which holds the red liquid like cherry koolade. The little fellers flit-in with a buzz of wings which sounds like a bumblebee, hover close by, and then paerch and go to drinking with little chirps. There will be one that drinks and then flies-up and perches on one of the big elms. When another hummer comes in he will dive-bomb them and then chase them away. Course whenever a wasp comes in the hummers vacate cause the wasp stinger is almost as big as they are. My grandaughter Lexi has a toy stove/kitchen on the front porch, with brightly colored trim. Early one morning I watched one of the wee-ones swoop in and go to each area of the stove checking-out the "flavor', then he went back to the feeder. They will probably be packing up for the trip south pretty soon. I plan on getting a second feeder for the other end of the porch, next year. I had heard about this and it is pretty amazing: www.birdsandblooms.com/Birds/Hummingbirds/feed-hummingbirds-by-hand
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Post by Murph on Sept 22, 2011 14:57:53 GMT -6
Got a story of my own if you don't mind if I tell it... One evening I was sitting out on my deck. Had been reading about John on Patmos and his description of the Lord that day... His voice was as the sound of many waters...I wondered what the Lord's voice was going to sound like when I heard it for the first time...when I get to Heaven. Just then I heard a low drumming...and wondered what it was. I looked to my left and just as I looked a humming bird came around the conner of the house. He stopped and hovered about 3 feet from my head and I could hear the most beautiful sound...it was a low soothing hum. I could hear the little bird's individual wing flaps... I closed my eyes and thanked the Lord for letting me hear the sound of His voice because I am very sure that's what I was hearing... Ever since that there have been 2 huge humming Bird feeders on the back deck...and I have about a dozen, some times...diving, bombing, crashing in mid air...chirping back and forth at one another...and carefully guarding their respective feeders. Sitting out on the deck is like sitting in the middle of humming bird wars but I love it! Their collective humming is as the sound of many waters...Revelation 1:15
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Post by Keith on Sept 22, 2011 16:23:46 GMT -6
We used to hummer watch at Nita's folks farm. I miss those days.
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Post by Caretaker on Sept 22, 2011 18:16:32 GMT -6
That is an amazing story Sis. Love it!!!!
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Post by veterinarian on Sept 23, 2011 9:13:22 GMT -6
Great stories! Just what the doctor ordered I love the idea of hand feeding hummingbirds, but our little hummers are too shy. They will not even come up to the feeder if they can see someone through the window inside the house. Our property used to be a tree nursery, but there are also many exotic flowering bushes. We have always seen hummingbirds at these bushes when they are flowering. The hummers have always been very very shy.
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Post by Caretaker on Sept 24, 2011 16:27:49 GMT -6
A very precious old song, and as the gray fills the beard, and the get along grows less, that "suppertime in Glory grows closer and sure beckons to the weary soul. Jim Reeves, "Suppertime"
Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evenin' shadows come Then windin' down that old familiar pathway I'd hear my mother call at set of sun.
Come home, come home it's suppertime The shadows lengthen fast Come home, come home it's suppertime We're going home at last.
(Spoken) Some of the fondest memories of my childhood Were woven around suppertime When my mother used to call From the backsteps of the old homeplace Come on home now son it's suppertime.
Ahhhh, but I'd loved to hear that once more But you know for me time has woven the realization of The truth that's even more thrilling and that's when The call come up from the portals of glory To come home for it's suppertime.
When all Gods children shall gather around the table of the Lord, Himself and the greatest suppertime of them all.
My Grandpa once told me that life was just putting one foot in front of the other, and eventually one looks around and discovers that you've covered quite a distance.
When one is walking with the Master, when His Holy Spirit indwells the heart then one can savor the walk itself and not have to worry about the ultimate destination.
The greatest blessing that this old feller has ever experienced besides the love and peace of Christ, is to gaze into the face of my precious one, and to look upon the faces of my children and grandbabies and to tell them how much I cherish them. The privalege of laying a hand on their shoulder, or giving them a big ol bear-hug, and praying over them is an honor that causes the tears to well up, for to think that my Father has endowed this old sinner saved by grace, with the love and care of such precious souls is so overwhelming.
How often I remember those dear-ones who have gone before us through the veil of the ages. How often I wish that I could sit with them in the old rocking chairs, look upon those precious faces one more time, listen once again to the words of memory and experience. How I wish to be able to give them one more hug, to once again gaze into their eyes and speak from the heart.
Every precious soul has a sunrise to experience, a day to be savored, and a dusk to reflect upon. May we take the time to allow our hearts to savor a moment for it is unique in all the earth, is fleeting at best, and the pathway goes on and it is left behind.
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Post by Murph on Sept 24, 2011 17:11:56 GMT -6
That was beautiful, thank you and Amen.
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Post by Caretaker on Sept 25, 2011 5:42:25 GMT -6
One-Liners
Don't let your worries get the best of you; remember, Moses started out as a basket case.
Some people are kind, polite, and sweet-spirited until you try to sit in their pews.
Many folks want to serve God, but only as advisors.
It is easier to preach ten sermons than it is to live one.
The good Lord didn't create anything without a purpose, but mosquitoes come close.
When you get to your wit's end, you'll find God lives there.
People want the front of the bus, the middle of the road, and the back of the church.
Opportunity may knock once, but temptation bangs on your front door forever.
Quit griping about your church; if it was perfect, you couldn't belong.
If the church wants a better pastor, it only needs to pray for the one it has.
Some minds are like concrete -- thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.
I don't know why some people change churches; what difference does it make which one you stay home from?
A lot of church members who are singing "Standing on the Promises" are just sitting on the premises.
We were called to be witnesses, not lawyers or judges.
Be ye fishers of men. You catch them; He'll clean them.
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Happy Trails to you and yourn'.
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Post by Caretaker on Sept 25, 2011 5:50:13 GMT -6
Great Advice.........
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mrs.. Jones, you haven't seen the room.... just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it "It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away .. just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account: you withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the Bank account of memories.
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred. 2. Free your mind from worries. 3. Live simply. 4. Give more. 5. Expect less
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Post by veterinarian on Sept 26, 2011 14:00:54 GMT -6
Thank you, and Amen!
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Post by Caretaker on Dec 1, 2011 6:55:21 GMT -6
1 Cor. 13: 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
When one shares the attribute of love, with others, the legacy which is passed-on is rich and everlasting in the hearts of those we touch. May the pathway we walk enable us to bestow a bountiful harvest of spiritual fruit in the hearts and lives of those around.
The holidays often magnify existing emotions. We cannot truly see from the heart and understanding of another.
Fire of resentment can be kindled from what we would consider minor but another considers important. An apology and deepest of sympathy for another one's perspective can minister a great deal of healing for imagined wounds, and the smoothing of ruffled feathers. I do not ever want to look back and realize that I failed to speak words of love and encouragement when last I spoke with them and I will never have that opportunity again.
Being old and grey I have lost many family members, and so often am called to bring words of comfort and memorial. The very last words spoken to another will be carried the rest of ones life. Will they be words of anger and misunderstanding or will our very last words be words of love, will they represent Christ, and will they encourage the other?
When I hang up the phone I never know if I will ever be able to speak to that dear-one again. Especially with each of my children, and with all of my family I end the phone call with "I love you", and "Lord be with you". If this old feller were to get called Home, and never speak to them again, they can remember that I told them I loved them, and prayed a benediction over them.
May our Father be with you and bless you and your dear-ones this holiday season and all through the coming year.
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Post by Keith on Dec 1, 2011 7:54:07 GMT -6
Bless your heart Drew.
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Post by Murph on Dec 1, 2011 11:25:03 GMT -6
Some heavy duty thoughts Drew...thanks and Amen. Have missed your rocking chair reflections. Glad they are back.
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Post by Caretaker on Dec 1, 2011 13:28:15 GMT -6
Some heavy duty thoughts Drew...thanks and Amen. Have missed your rocking chair reflections. Glad they are back. God bless you MS Sis Duck, and I hope to have time to write a few more reflections from the Rocking Chair, now that we have slowed down for the winter.
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