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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Pinterest Inspiration

 

Dear Blog, here I am with you and Elizabeth, vainly trying to teach me things and take me places I don’t think I want to go. I am learning all about Pinterest. More importantly, I am discovering who I am. Or at least more about me. I have goals. See below.

Love, the Knitting Mom 

 

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Megan's Beanie

Here is a darling picture of Megan Bikab, Ben's girlfriend. I knit this beanie and scarf for Christmas for her. And it is surely cold enough here in Colorado for them.




Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Humility today

Today is a day of humility. Humbling myself and admitting I was wrong. Have been wrong. Will probably be wrong again. I have sinned against another human being very badly. With no thought given to it. Totally intentional to be proud and arrogant and controlling and all important and bossy. But not with the thought that I was SINNING against someone. And it comes to the fore in a very big way - today.
God is teaching me about humility. He has been for some time. And I have been so proud that He has been teaching me. Wow, Janet. Could it get any worse? Probably.
Today I ask for forgiveness. Today probably won't begin a whole new relationship with this person. And I am not even sure there will be forgiveness. But today I ask.
Today I don't try to explain why I have been abominable. Today I ask for forgiveness and admit my guilt and wrong. Today - one more step into understanding the depth of my sin and depravity and SELF and trusting that God has planned this and will use it to HIS glory.

And today I find joy in this that God loves me enough to discipline me. The hard way.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Holy Cowl!

I found this funky chunky yarn for a cowl to knit for Elizabeth. I wasn't sure at all how it would turn out but I loved it! I love the autumn colors, too. Now, when it is cold, rainy, and snowy, I know she has a knitted hug from me around her.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Treasures in the Box

Eric and I have started going through the accumulated boxes of nearly 34 years of marriage and parts of the lives lived before that. Then there are boxes containing memories of and for Elizabeth and Benjamin. I was struck this morning how intermingled these memories are. How the question "what do I do with THIS?" always ends up being either "Goodwill" or put it in Elizabeth's box. (Being the firstborn comes with privileges AND curses.)

When we see these headlines, we always reflect on "where was I?" When JFK was assassinated, I was in the third grade and on the playground. School was dismissed that day.

When Armstrong walked on the moon, I was at my friend Carolyn's house and I remember watching it on television and then going into her front yard and staring at the full moon with amazement. MEN ARE WALKING AROUND UP THERE.

                     Then there was the time I turned 15...This really hip card was from my
                  mom and is in my scrapbook from high school which is really falling apart.


For some strange reason, I lettered in orchestra. They must have had extra "letters" that year. I was never really any good at an instrument and didn't care all that much. Social event for me mainly.



Graduation from high school, one year of college, joined the Navy, met Eric, got married. All wrapped up right there. What to do with these pictures? I know! Put them in Elizabeth's box!


High school pennants for football games. A tin with Elizabeth and Ben's baby teeth in it. Yeah, I know. Eeeww. A Navy commendation medal. A pajama bag that I had as a toddler. Antique! Elizabeth's assorted stuff from Korea, a vest, toy bag and slippers.

Where do collections of old treasures and memories go to die?  No one can keep this stuff forever. The things, the stuff, the memories. How on earth, literally, to deal with them? Downsizing is a reality for all of us at some point. What to keep? What to throw? How to do it? How to organize it? And why?

I guess that is the big question for me - Why? Anyone have any thoughts on this? And how have YOU kept YOUR memory boxes? And what treasures do YOU keep?

Monday, September 5, 2011

Yum-o!

It is now September 5th. In two days, fall officially starts (though not REALLY fall) with the first church supper of the season. I make the desserts. I made 4 pans of Coca-Cola Brownies and thought I would share the recipe. Enjoy!

COCA-COLA BROWNIES

2 cups all purpose flour
2 cups sugar
1 cup butter
3 T cocoa
1 cup Coca-Cola
½ cup buttermilk
2 eggs, beaten
1 tsp baking soda
1 ½ cups miniature marshmallows
1 tsp vanilla

Sift together flour and sugar. Heat butter, cocoa and cola to boiling point; pour over sugar mixture.
Mix buttermilk, eggs, baking soda, marshmallows and vanilla and add to mixture.
Mix well.
Batter will be thin.
Pour into a greased and floured 9x 13 pan and bake 30 minutes at 350 degrees.

FROSTING:

1 cup butter
3 T cocoa
6 T coca-cola
1 16-oz box powdered sugar
1 cup nuts, chopped (optional)
1 tsp vanilla

Combine butter, cocoa and cola and heat to boiling.
Pour over sugar.
Blend with mixer until smooth; add nuts and vanilla.
Pour over cake while frosting is still hot.
Cool and cut into squares.

Yield: 2 dozen

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Storms

Hurricane Irene has started me thinking about past storms in my life. I was in a typhoon when I was stationed on Guam. I was in a couple of hurricanes in Florida. I remember a gully washer in Guam where I was stuck at a traffic light in my little VW and a news photographer caught my picture, with water up to my bumper.  That was a wild time. (the next morning, there were dead frogs all over the roads, bellies up and legs in rigamortis - weirdly amusing)

I remember the EYE OF THE STORM as being the weirdest part.  Here we had just sat through howling winds, rain, things blowing around outside and hitting the walls of my home, or breaking windows and other sorts of fearful things. THEN there was QUIET. Not just quiet.  Eerie silence, deafening in its own right. And the thing we were waiting for was the OTHER SIDE OF THE STORM to arrive. And it did, with the same fury the first side had.

The quiet before the storm has become cliche  but is very real. There is a quiet before every storm and we KNOW that the storm is going to hit. We don't know when but we do know.

Life has its storms and it also has its quiet. That deafeningly silent time when you can wait and...prepare.

I have been thinking about how I get complacent in the eye of the storm. Or in the quiet before the first side of the storm hits. I know from experience and observation that in this fallen world, storms are brewing constantly. BUT I have also learned that I don't need to FEAR the storm.  But neither should I lapse into complacency. There is always preparation to be done.

In Guam, we taped windows. put all objects inside that could fly around and damage something. We stocked food and water and candles for that inevitable power failure. We prepared as best we knew, as we were instructed. In Florida, I was hustled into a building with a few hundred other Navy women and waited out Hurricane Frederick in a darkened hot crowded building with too much estrogen in it. (I think being OUT in the hurricane might have been preferable - just kidding)  But we prepared ourselves.

For the storms of life - I prepare by taking shelter in my Savior. By sealing the leaks in the windows of my soul. By taking in the food and water of the Word. By taking all the precautions that my Savior has given. By following all of the instructions ahead of time from His Word.

But even when I have failed to take all the necessary and commanded precautions, He allows the eye to pass. Where a quiet exists and allows a chance to make some adjustments, to embrace His instructions, to trust that He is in the storm and knows what I need. And then to wait out the rest of the storm in His lap, sharing HIS power because mine has gone, knowing that His provisions are all around me, no matter how long the storm lasts.


Isaiah 25:4 - "For Thou hast been a defense for the helpless, a defense for the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat; For the breath of the ruthless is like a rain storm against a wall."

I want the hurricanes of life find me prepared in Him.

Wishing you good storm preparations and happy times in the Savior, janet