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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sunday's Hymn: Great God, We Sing That Mighty Hand

Great God, we sing that mighty hand
By which supported still we stand;
The opening year thy mercy shows;
That mercy crowns it till it close.

By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still are we guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.

With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown,
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.

In scenes exalted or depressed,
Thou art our Joy, and thou our Rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.

When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our Helper God, in whom we trust,
Shall keep our souls and guard our dust.

Philip Doddridge, 1755
St. 5, line 4, alt.

Tune: Wareham, William Knapp, 1738

Thursday, August 27, 2009

15 Words or Less Poem

Life's fragile resilience in the face of trials by fire and ice;
God amazes!

More 15 Words or Less Poems here.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Its Raining Today...

...and Charlie's not happy about it!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009


Emily and I went mini-golfing yesterday. Its an annual outing for us and we always go to the same course, located at one of Crystal Lake's parks. Neither of us is very good at mini-golf (probably because we only play it one time a year) so we always go early in the morning, hoping to finish our game before anyone else comes to play. But I'll bet there is no one who has a better time playing than we do! We laugh and have a great time together while we're coercing our balls along the course.

I am so thankful that Emily and I are playing the same course in life as well. Besides our mother-daughter relationship, we are sisters in Christ. And its such a joy and a privilege to encourage each other along, often with a gentle sense of humor, as we pursue our Christian walks. I thank God for the blessing that my precious daughter is to me in so many ways!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sunday's Hymn: From Out of the Depths I Cry, O Lord

From out the depths I cry, O Lord, to thee;
Lord, hear my call.
I love thee, Lord, for thou dost heed my plea,
Forgiving all.
If thou dost mark our sins, who then shall stand?
But grace and mercy dwell at thy right hand.

I wait for God, the Lord, and on his Word
My hope relies;
My soul still waits and looks unto the Lord
Till light arise.
I look for him to drive away my night,
Yea, more than watchmen look for morning light.

Hope in the Lord, ye waiting saints, and he
Will well provide;
For mercy and redemption full and free
With him abide.
From sin and evil, mighty though they seem,
His arm almighty will his saints redeem.

From Psalm 130
The Psalter, 1912

Tune: Sandon
Charles H. Purday, 1799-1885

Thursday, August 20, 2009

An Orchid of My Own!

As mentioned, I recently had a birthday. (I'm not saying which one.) I also mentioned in another post, the guests on my porch and how I might like to have an orchid of my very own. Well, a dear friend of mine was listening! Isn't this an elegant beauty! I love the pale pink, don't you? This one I'm keeping in the kitchen so I can see it for most of my day. Its been in my care for exactly one week tomorrow and so far so good.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Birthday Indulgence

The fact that Andy, Emily and I all have our birthdays within three weeks makes for some interesting celebrating. I haven't had cake for my birthday since Emily was born. After two cakes in two weeks, who wants a third the next week? Usually, I've opted for a pie. Last year, when Emily was living five hours away, we just scheduled one big "birthday bash." Okay, that one did include cake for me too! This year, we had three separate birthday meals again and the requisite desserts as well. Emily made this for my dessert and it was so very delicious!

Peach Raspberry Crisp

10-12 ripe peaches
zest of one orange
1 1/4 cups granulated sugar
1 cup brown sugar, packed
1 1/2 cups plus 2-3 tablespoons flour
1/2 pint raspberries
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup oatmeal
1/2 pound cold, unsalted butter

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter inside of a large oval baking dish.

Immerse peaches in boiling water for 30 seconds, turning once or twice. Then place in ice water to halt cooking. Peel peaches when they are cool enough to handle and slice into thick wedges. Add orange zest, 1/4 cup granulated sugar, 1/2 cup brown sugar and 2 tablespoons of flour. Toss well and gently mix in raspberries. Allow mixture to sit for 5 minutes. Add another tablespoon of flour if there is a lot of liquid. Pour into baking dish.

Combine 1 1/2 cup flour, 1 cup granulated sugar, 1/2 cup brown sugar, salt, and oatmeal. Cut in cold butter until it is pea-sized and mixture is crumbly. Spread evenly on top of fruit mixture. Bake for 1 hour until top is browned and juice is bubbly. Serve warm...with whipped cream or ice cream!

After three weeks of celebrating, its feeling like the other holiday season...the one that begins with Thanksgiving and ends after Christmas. I've thoroughly enjoyed this but I'm glad my birthday has finally come and gone. Its time to get back to more normal dietary patterns around here or none of my clothes are going to fit!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Sunday's Hymn: In the Hour of Trial, Jesus, Plead for Me

In the hour of trial,
Jesus, plead for me;
Lest by base denial
I depart from thee;
When thou seest me waver,
With a look recall,
Nor for fear or favor
Suffer me to fall.

With its witching pleasures
Would this vain world charm,
Or its sordid treasures
Spread to work me harm,
Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,
Cross-crowned Calvary.

If with sore affliction
Thou in love chastise,
Pour thy benediction
On the sacrifice;
Then, upon thine altar
Freely offered up,
Though the flesh may falter,
Faith shall drink the cup.

When in dust and ashes
To the grave I sink,
While heav'n's glory flashes
O'er the shelving brink,
On thy truth relying
Through that mortal strife,
Lord, receive me, dying,
To eternal life.

James Montgomery, 1834
St. 1, line 2, alt

Tune: Penitence (Lane), Spencer Lane, 1879

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Butterfly House

We have a butterfly house in Crystal Lake! I've known that for a year or two but never took the time to visit it until now. I guess I was missing out!! Emily and I have been there twice in the last week! The first time, I was so engrossed in what it was like that I didn't think to take pictures even though I brought my camera. So we went back again this morning and I got some lovely shots.

Here's a couple of monarchs.
A monarch emerging from its chrysalis:
This one is a swallowtail.
Two shots of the zebra longwing:

A fritillary:
The butterflies present in the house vary throughout the summer but these inhabitants are present year round...even during the winter when no butterflies live there! These funny little birds are a variety of button quail from Asia and they live with the butterflies to perform the important function of eating insects. In fact, they are so anxious to eat insects that they gather around any new plant to clean it of the tiniest insects as thoroughly as they can. I found the button quail as interesting as the butterflies!

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sunday's Hymn: Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross

Jesus, keep me near the cross;
There a precious fountain,
Free to all—a healing stream—
Flows from Calvary's mountain.

In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.

Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning star
Shed its beams around me.

Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day
With its shadow o'er me.

Near the cross I'll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand
Just beyond the river.

Fanny J. Crosby, 1869
Tune: Near the Cross, William H. Doane, 1832-1916

Thursday, August 6, 2009

A Guest on the Porch

This gorgeous plant is temporarily living on our screen porch. I am babysitting it and three orchid "siblings" that belong to a new friend of ours while he and his wife sort out their living arrangements. I have a number of houseplants of my own but no orchids. It feels a little overwhelming to have these plants entrusted to my care. But...I also am feeling like I might have a hard time giving them back. Well, not really. What I really mean is I may be asking for an orchid of my own the next time Andy or Emily asks what I want for my birthday or Christmas.

Meanwhile, I have taken out a couple of orchid books from the library. And I am asking you, my blogging friends, if any of you have orchids and, if you do, what book of basic orchid care do you recommend? Also what type of orchid do you suggest beginning with? Feel free to give me any other bits of information that you think I might need to know as well.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Honey Baked Chicken

One of the really wonderful things about having Emily back home with us now is that she occasionally cooks!! She didn't used to but she sure does now! Last week, she made this chicken dish. And it was so good that I forgot to take a picture of it before it was all eaten!

Honey Baked Chicken

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Cut up three large chicken breasts and arrange in shallow baking dish.

Combine 1/3 cup melted butter, 1/3 cup honey, 2 tablespoons prepared mustard, 1 teaspoon salt and 1 teaspoon curry powder. Pour over chicken and bake for 20 minutes, basting half-way through. Serve over rice.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Sunday's Hymn: God of Pity, God of Grace

God of pity, God of grace,
When we humbly seek thy face,
Bend from heav'n, thy dwelling-place;
Hear, forgive, and save.

When we in thy temple meet,
Spread our wants before thy feet,
Pleading at thy mercy-seat,
Look from heav'n and save.

When thy love our hearts shall fill,
And we long to do thy will,
Turning to thy holy hill,
Lord, accept and save.

Should we wander from thy fold,
And our love to thee grow cold,
With a pitying eye behold;
Lord, forgive and save.

Should the hand of sorrow press,
Earthly care and want distress,
May our souls thy peace possess;
Jesus, hear and save.

And, whate'er our cry may be,
When we lift our hearts to thee,
From our burden set us free;
Hear, forgive, and save.

Eliza F. Morris, 1857
Tune: Eternity, Samuel S. Wesley, 1810-1876