It's only been a few days since I last wrote on 2 Chronicles 7:14. But more has happened. Much more.
There seems to be a movement starting. I don't know if it originated in Tyler, Texas or not. But that's where we first heard of it.
To do a little back-tracking on my recent post., I'd like to reiterate that the Scripture is written not to a nation - but to the people in that nation who call themselves by the name of God.
It apparently makes no difference to God whether they be in the majority or the minority. He's not expecting them to change anyone else. Just themselves. "If the people who call themselves by My name" will humble themselves . . .
That realization puts the whole new light on things. I'm only required to turn from my wicked ways, and you from yours. And we are required to pray. God has promised to handle the rest. But it has to be more than just you and me. "My people" - all of us need to unite in prayer and repentance.
This brings me to the movement I spoke of earlier. The time 7:14 comes twice a day. We as Christians are being asked to stop what we are doing at least once a day at 7:14 to pray for our nation. If you can manage the morning and the evening "shift" all the better.
Not just a token prayer. But a heartfelt prayer from deep within your spirit, asking God to heal our nation. God loves corporate prayer. He loves to hear all of His people beseeching Him as a family. And He listens to His family and He will answer
God does not lie. So the ball is in our court. If we keep our end of the bargain, He will keep His. So spread this word to every Christian you know. We need to spend less time putting down the "other side" and more time lifting God. Take is seriously, and convince others to take it seriously. Pray expecting, not just hoping.
The future of our nation depends on us. The family of God.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Amendment to Thursday's Post
If you read Thursday's recipe for flawless peanut butter fudge and tried it, you may be mad at me today. Yikes. I made a batch Thursday evening. You might recall I said I would drop it onto a pizza pan by tablespoons for a change.
Hmmph. It was too runny for that. I went ahead and put it in a baking dish, and it is - as always - delicious. But it has never gotten as firm as it should.
The only thing I can think of that may have happened is . . . I noticed when I was using the "less expensive" peanut butter that it was oilier than the most popular brands. It was the first time I didn't use Jiff. I'm guessing that's the reason it didn't firm up.
So, add to that recipe . . . use the good stuff!
God bless.
Hmmph. It was too runny for that. I went ahead and put it in a baking dish, and it is - as always - delicious. But it has never gotten as firm as it should.
The only thing I can think of that may have happened is . . . I noticed when I was using the "less expensive" peanut butter that it was oilier than the most popular brands. It was the first time I didn't use Jiff. I'm guessing that's the reason it didn't firm up.
So, add to that recipe . . . use the good stuff!
God bless.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Recipe for Peanut Butter fudge.
For starters I've got to tell you that I am not one of the "wonderful-cook-grannies" I have a few specialties that are pretty good if I do say so myself. But I haven't earned a reputation for making all these wonderful things that grandmothers are supposed to be able to make.
In fact, I sometimes have to call my son (who is a gourmet cook) and ask him what to do, or where did I go wrong.
But this stuff is flawless. Easy. Fast. No-boiling-on-the-stove-until-the-exact-moment-of-perfection-flawless! All you have to do is follow directions. But they're so e-a-s-y.
Ingredients:
1 lb box of powdered sugar
2 TBS butter
1/3 cup milk
1 cup creamy peanut butter
1 cup (more or less) pecans. (optional)
Directions:
Dump sugar, butter, and milk into a mixing bowl. - DON'T MIX
Micro the above on high for 2 minutes
Beat well until combined.
Micro for 30 more seconds.
Add peanut butter, and mix well until completely combined. (This would be when to add the pecans.)
Spread in glass baking dish and let cool.
That's it! It takes about 15 minutes, max. And it's every bit as delicious as the tough-to-make stuff.
Next batch I'm going to drop it by tablespoons-full on a pizza pan instead of spreading it in a pan. And wrap the pieces. It might slow down our consumption. But then again, maybe not.
And remember - gluttony is a sin. Bwahaha
In fact, I sometimes have to call my son (who is a gourmet cook) and ask him what to do, or where did I go wrong.
But this stuff is flawless. Easy. Fast. No-boiling-on-the-stove-until-the-exact-moment-of-perfection-flawless! All you have to do is follow directions. But they're so e-a-s-y.
Ingredients:
1 lb box of powdered sugar
2 TBS butter
1/3 cup milk
1 cup creamy peanut butter
1 cup (more or less) pecans. (optional)
Directions:
Dump sugar, butter, and milk into a mixing bowl. - DON'T MIX
Micro the above on high for 2 minutes
Beat well until combined.
Micro for 30 more seconds.
Add peanut butter, and mix well until completely combined. (This would be when to add the pecans.)
Spread in glass baking dish and let cool.
That's it! It takes about 15 minutes, max. And it's every bit as delicious as the tough-to-make stuff.
Next batch I'm going to drop it by tablespoons-full on a pizza pan instead of spreading it in a pan. And wrap the pieces. It might slow down our consumption. But then again, maybe not.
And remember - gluttony is a sin. Bwahaha
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Navigating Amazon.com
Several folks have emailed me to ask why they can't find "Ian's Song" on Amazon. I checked it out, and sure enough, typing the title in exactly the way the book is listed does not bring up "Ian's Song." The first thing to pop up is "A Horse with Wings". Second: "Song of Time", third: "Finding Home." Scroll down, and finally in the fourth position is "Ian's Song."
I called Amazon to inquire about this, and was told the words Ian and Song are too common. Ouch. I love that name.The three books preceding mine are written by Ian Somebody or they had the word song in them. This combined with number of sales are the deciding factors. I didn't realize this. I thought if you put the exact name in, the exact book would pop up. Who'd-a-thunk?
"Pastor McAlester's Bride" pops right up. As does "Winnoby Cabin." That's because, says the lady in the know, "Pastor McAlester's Bride" has more words in it, and therefore the computer has more to work with. And Winnoby is not a common word, so there's no competition for number one spot there.
But, she also told me - really stomping on my toes here - anybody who knows their way around the internet . . . and the Amazon site in particular knows that if you put quotation marks around the title . . . you will get exactly what you're looking for.
I didn't know that. Did you know that? Let me know if you didn't.
It'll make me feel not quite so dumb.
I called Amazon to inquire about this, and was told the words Ian and Song are too common. Ouch. I love that name.The three books preceding mine are written by Ian Somebody or they had the word song in them. This combined with number of sales are the deciding factors. I didn't realize this. I thought if you put the exact name in, the exact book would pop up. Who'd-a-thunk?
"Pastor McAlester's Bride" pops right up. As does "Winnoby Cabin." That's because, says the lady in the know, "Pastor McAlester's Bride" has more words in it, and therefore the computer has more to work with. And Winnoby is not a common word, so there's no competition for number one spot there.
But, she also told me - really stomping on my toes here - anybody who knows their way around the internet . . . and the Amazon site in particular knows that if you put quotation marks around the title . . . you will get exactly what you're looking for.
I didn't know that. Did you know that? Let me know if you didn't.
It'll make me feel not quite so dumb.
Monday, August 24, 2015
2 Chronicles 7:14
I began this blog anew yesterday - August 23. I have a long way to go to build it back up. And I apologize to those who were reading it, but grew discouraged when day after day, week after week, nothing new was posted.
I have a new maxim. It goes like this: I'm Lynne. I make mistakes.
And boy, have I been making my share of them of late. Regarding the verse of scripture I'm featuring today, I am admitting my ignorance of the Scriptures. My only comfort is . . . I must have a lot of company, because our pastor built a whole message on what I'm going to say today.
Many, many posts have been made to Face Book asking people to claim this verse. And pray.
2 Chronicles 7:14 . . . and My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. NAS
Each time I read that post, my heart would break. How, I asked myself, can we get the very people who are trashing God's word to "turn from their wicked ways"? Try though we may . . . we haven't been able to change enough minds about abortion, homosexuality, same-sex marriage, etc. to make a difference. They don't see themselves as sinners. And our nation is going down the tubes.
Perhaps some of you have felt the same way. Yesterday it was pointed out to me where I was missing the whole point. The Scripture says "My people who are called by My name." WE are the ones God's speaking to. Not those we battle against. WE are the ones who must turn from our wicked ways. But, we don't see ourselves as sinners, either.
When WE, God's people, humble ourselves (lose the pride of "being right"), pray, and turn from our wicked ways. (gossip? hurtful remarks? cheating? lustful thoughts? adultery? - all those "I'm not hurting anyone else with my actions" sins) They are just as wicked in God's eyes as those things we consider "major sins." We don't have to clean up the nation. We only have to clean up our act.
As God's people, we need to humble ourselves, turn from our wicked ways, and pray. We have to remind ourselves that "with God, all things are possible." And God will take it from there.
I have a new maxim. It goes like this: I'm Lynne. I make mistakes.
And boy, have I been making my share of them of late. Regarding the verse of scripture I'm featuring today, I am admitting my ignorance of the Scriptures. My only comfort is . . . I must have a lot of company, because our pastor built a whole message on what I'm going to say today.
Many, many posts have been made to Face Book asking people to claim this verse. And pray.
2 Chronicles 7:14 . . . and My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. NAS
Each time I read that post, my heart would break. How, I asked myself, can we get the very people who are trashing God's word to "turn from their wicked ways"? Try though we may . . . we haven't been able to change enough minds about abortion, homosexuality, same-sex marriage, etc. to make a difference. They don't see themselves as sinners. And our nation is going down the tubes.
Perhaps some of you have felt the same way. Yesterday it was pointed out to me where I was missing the whole point. The Scripture says "My people who are called by My name." WE are the ones God's speaking to. Not those we battle against. WE are the ones who must turn from our wicked ways. But, we don't see ourselves as sinners, either.
When WE, God's people, humble ourselves (lose the pride of "being right"), pray, and turn from our wicked ways. (gossip? hurtful remarks? cheating? lustful thoughts? adultery? - all those "I'm not hurting anyone else with my actions" sins) They are just as wicked in God's eyes as those things we consider "major sins." We don't have to clean up the nation. We only have to clean up our act.
As God's people, we need to humble ourselves, turn from our wicked ways, and pray. We have to remind ourselves that "with God, all things are possible." And God will take it from there.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
A NEW DAY, A NEW DAWNING (This blog site remodeled for your improved enjoyment)
It's been so long since I've posted to this blog, I'm not sure anyone will see it. But I must write it in order to give this new day a dawning. (I'm having a little trouble navigating the site. Bear with me. It will all come back ,. . . sooner or later)
There's nothing more boring than reading about illness and hospitalization . . . so I'll keep that part as brief as possible.
So far, 2015 has been nothing but a blur. I can't remember what, if anything, I accomplished in January and February. And I'm not just saying that. It's the truth. I carelessly tripped on a wire and fell on Feb. 22. Broke my hip. I spent February 23 to March 18 in the hospital and rehab, and when I got home, I had no idea where I'd left off.
I spent those 24 days, first in a state of oblivion, which progressed into a sort of euphoria, and finally settled into contentedness. I had no responsibilities other than to eat, sleep, and perform an hour's worth of "torture" at the hands of the therapists each day. Staff made my bed and brought my meals.
I developed a playful relationship with the therapy staff, pretending to hide when they came after me. I made friends with roommates, therapists, nurses, and administrative staff. Some of whom I've kept in close contact. And I'm sure they will always be a part of my life.
I never turned on my TV (And was blessed with two different roommates who didn't either.) So, I spent a lot of time reading and praying. And mentally cataloging those things I'd neglected. (One of which was my blog.) And unlike everyone else there, who couldn't wait to be released, I was a little sad when it came time to leave.
Maybe partly because I knew what to expect when I got home.
Twenty-four days of work, piled on my desk. Not to mention the backlog that was there before I left. Since that day I've been catching up in sort of a robotic mode. And I can - at last - see the light at the end of the tunnel. (I sure hope it's not a train.)
So, here on the 235th day of 2015, I'm beginning anew. Starting with my blog.
I'm not changing the name, because it's a constant reminder to me - and hopefully to those who read it - that we can take no comfort in the ways of the world. And we are safe only in the arms of Jesus.
But I'm changing my style to include many eclectic subjects about which I 've wanted to write, but didn't seem to fit my self-imposed pattern.
No more self-imposed pattern. Whatever God lays on my heart . . . I will lay on you, my readers. Sometimes it may even be a recipe. (But not for Devil's Food Cake. LOL)
I know some folks will be curious about the change of featured covers. I'll explain that, too.
Right now I'd like to write about a certain verse of scripture that's posted on FB with abandon. What it means and what I used to think it meant. But I've kept you pretty long already today. So, I'll save it for tomorrow.
Be blessed.
There's nothing more boring than reading about illness and hospitalization . . . so I'll keep that part as brief as possible.
So far, 2015 has been nothing but a blur. I can't remember what, if anything, I accomplished in January and February. And I'm not just saying that. It's the truth. I carelessly tripped on a wire and fell on Feb. 22. Broke my hip. I spent February 23 to March 18 in the hospital and rehab, and when I got home, I had no idea where I'd left off.
I spent those 24 days, first in a state of oblivion, which progressed into a sort of euphoria, and finally settled into contentedness. I had no responsibilities other than to eat, sleep, and perform an hour's worth of "torture" at the hands of the therapists each day. Staff made my bed and brought my meals.
I developed a playful relationship with the therapy staff, pretending to hide when they came after me. I made friends with roommates, therapists, nurses, and administrative staff. Some of whom I've kept in close contact. And I'm sure they will always be a part of my life.
I never turned on my TV (And was blessed with two different roommates who didn't either.) So, I spent a lot of time reading and praying. And mentally cataloging those things I'd neglected. (One of which was my blog.) And unlike everyone else there, who couldn't wait to be released, I was a little sad when it came time to leave.
Maybe partly because I knew what to expect when I got home.
Twenty-four days of work, piled on my desk. Not to mention the backlog that was there before I left. Since that day I've been catching up in sort of a robotic mode. And I can - at last - see the light at the end of the tunnel. (I sure hope it's not a train.)
So, here on the 235th day of 2015, I'm beginning anew. Starting with my blog.
I'm not changing the name, because it's a constant reminder to me - and hopefully to those who read it - that we can take no comfort in the ways of the world. And we are safe only in the arms of Jesus.
But I'm changing my style to include many eclectic subjects about which I 've wanted to write, but didn't seem to fit my self-imposed pattern.
No more self-imposed pattern. Whatever God lays on my heart . . . I will lay on you, my readers. Sometimes it may even be a recipe. (But not for Devil's Food Cake. LOL)
I know some folks will be curious about the change of featured covers. I'll explain that, too.
Right now I'd like to write about a certain verse of scripture that's posted on FB with abandon. What it means and what I used to think it meant. But I've kept you pretty long already today. So, I'll save it for tomorrow.
Be blessed.
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