Thru Pink Curtains: Into my heart

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Into my heart

Into my heart,

Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.

Come in today,

Come in to stay,

Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.

OK! so i had a good nights sleep and inspiration came to me in the morning! Mom used to make lots of these boxes to put little things in. This one is especially cute. It is only about two inches across. And it reminded me of the little childrens song above.

we are going to have a pink christmas ladies banquet this year and this is the start of the decorations. it is very hard to find pink decortions this year. i wanted the guys to wear pink ties also. i may have to make some.

9 comments:

Mary Bergfeld said...: What sweet and delicate pinks you gathered to share with us today. Have a wonderful Pink Saturday and enjoy Thanksgiving Day.; November 21, 2009 at 7:25 AM
Cathi said...: Such pretty pinks.
Happy PINK Saturday!!; November 21, 2009 at 9:58 AM
vickie said...: Happy Pink Saturday. Love your wintery photos. Have a nice Thanksgiving week.; November 21, 2009 at 2:58 PM
GwendolynKay said...: A very sweet little box your mom made. I love the lace tree. Pink Blessings!
Gwen; November 22, 2009 at 5:51 AM
bj said...: The little tiny box is so sweet.
Thanks for showing it.; November 22, 2009 at 6:05 AM
Elaine said...: How pretty all these pinks are --The tree is so delicate and the bos ix exquisite. Love them all; November 22, 2009 at 11:47 AM
Miss Rhea said...: What a Lovely Prayer !! That is my desire every day :) What sweet Pink goodies you made :) Happy Belated Pink Saturday !!; November 24, 2009 at 2:53 PM
Sandi@ Rose Chintz Cottage said...: What darling pinks you've shared today! A pink Christmas sounds good to me too! Have a wonderful weekend and a Happy Pink Saturday.

Blessings,
Sandi; November 28, 2009 at 6:11 AM
Deb said...: Beautiful! I love the little Snowman icon too ~ very cute.; November 28, 2009 at 6:56 AM

his hand in mine

You may ask me how I know my Lord is real (my Lord is real)
You may doubt the things I say and doubt the way I feel (the way I feel)
But I know he's real today he'll always be (he'll always be)
I can feel his hand in mine and that's enough for me

I will never walk alone he holds my hand (he holds my hand)
He will guide each step I take
And if I fall I know he'll understand
Till the day he tells me why he loves me so (he loves me so)
I can feel his hand in mine
That's all I need to know

I will never walk alone he holds my hand (he holds my hand)
He will guide each step I take
And if I fall I know he'll understand
Till the day he tells me why he loves me so (he loves me so)
I can feel his hand in mine
That's all I need to know

I can feel his hand in mine
That's all I need to know

PANCAKES

No matter what you call them-flapjacks, hotcakes, or pancakes, they are the quintessential breakfast food. Pancakes are a blank canvas that you can transform into a hundred different varieties of fried flour goodness. Chocolate chip pancakes, blueberry pancakes, banana nut pancakes-the sky’s the limit. This is one of my favorite pancake recipes. It produces pancakes that are hearty, nutty, and filling. And the buckwheat makes you feel like you’re eating something healthy.

Prep: 5 minutes Cook: 10 minutes

Makes 8 large, filling pancakes

Ingredients

3/4 cup buckwheat flour
3/4 cup unbleached white all-purpose flour
3 tablespoons sugar
1.5 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup pecans or walnuts, chopped
1.5 cups buttermilk
3 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
2 eggs

Directions

1. Whisk together the dry ingredients in one bowl and the wet ingredients in another.

2. Mix the wet and dry ingredient together. It’s okay for the batter to be a little lumpy. Overmixing the batter will result in tough panackes.

3. Grease and heat up a skillet over medium heat. Drop 5 inch circles of pancake batter into the pan.

4. Wait for bubbles to emerge on the top of the pancakes and then flip them over.

Top with butter and real Vermont maple syrup.

chickadee

Little darling of the snow,
Careless how the winds may blow,
Happy as a bird can be,
Singing, oh, so cheerily,
Chickadee-dee! Chickadee-dee!

When the skies are cold and gray,
When he trills his happiest lay,
Through the clouds he seems to see
Hidden things to you and me.
Chickadee-dee! chickadee-dee!

Very likely little birds
Have their thoughts too deep for word,
But we know, and all agree,
That the world would dreary be
Without birds, dear chickadee!

BIRDS

Peek A Boo

"Peek A Boo - I see You," I overheard my neighbour's child.
"Peek A Boo - I love You," I watched and listened for a while.

The little girl skipped down the walk, humming as she moved.
From time to time, I'd see her stop, and sing her innocent tune.

"Peek A Boo - I see You," Her sweet face looked so intent.
"Peek A Boo - I love You," then down the path she went.

I saw her do this several times, poor lonesome child, I thought.
She only has a nursery rhyme, to go with her on her walk.

"Peek A Boo - I see You," she did it then once more.
"Peek A Boo - I love You," then I scurried out my door.

I could not stand it any longer, what did this child see?
I hurried up and caught her, hoping she'd explain to me.

"Peek A Boo - I see You," her face buried in some Daisies.
"Peek A Boo - I love You," was this child crazy?

"Honey," I call out to her, "What are You looking at?"
(I may have to tell her mother, I needed all the facts.)

She gave me a vacant stare, and said, "There's nothing wrong.
I see Lord Jesus everywhere, that's why I sing my song."

"Mama says He's in the flowers, He's in the bushes and the trees.
He's in rainbows and in showers, He's even in the breeze."

"I see Him everywhere I look, I like to tell Him so.
You see, He's not just in The Book, he's everywhere I go."

"Peek A Boo - I see You," I peeked into her precious face.
"Peek A Boo - I love You," then I thanked God for such grace.

Carmalized Beets

Serve them fresh and raw in salads, potent and alive in juice. These Caramelized Beets do the trick, and it doesn’t take many ingredients to get there. Use them scattered alongside mashed potatoes and seitan, or over your scrambled tofu, tossed into salads, or grains (beets and quinoa = heaven.) They’re crisp and sweet, with just a little tanginess to accentuate the flavors

2 lbs beets, peeled and sliced into 3/4 inch chunks
2 tablespoons olive oil
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar (plus extra for drizzling)

Preheat oven to 375 F. Line a large rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper.

On the baking sheet, too the beets with olive and salt, to coat. Place in the oven and bake for 50 minutes, tossing every 20 minutes. Drizzle on the balsamic, toss the beets to coat, and cook for 10 more minutes.

Serve warm and drizzle with extra balsamic to taste.

Promise to Chocolate Cake

I promised Chocolate Cake that I would eat it everyday
For I love Chocolate Cake
with every inch of my being
its taste is so sweet
and it makes me feel right
I love Chocolate Cake I would eat it everyday
For it is my favorite food

One day I walked by Apple Pie
The Apple pie was so warm and smelled so good
Just looking at it gave me cravings that Chocolate Cake could not
The apple pie gave me a warmth and yet
it was bitter in the best way

Whats more is the apple pie is so much easier to eat
I had promised Chocolate Cake I would eat it everyday
I needed apple pie though
I craved apple pie and it craved me
Chocolate Cake just sits there looking pretty

Chocolate Cake is still my favorite food
but it is an empty food
It doesn't make you feel
but it must remain my favorite food
because even though I crave Apple pie more
I know that it could never become my favorite food

Sure I would eat Apple Pie everyday
It would even make me feel warm and full the way I want
but I could not eat it everyday
and favor it like I do with Chocolate Cake

I wish I could eat both Chocolate Cake
and Apple Pie
but the two do not mix
each cancels out the taste
of the other
and many people stare at he who would have two plates
of dessert

but after all
I promised Chocolate Cake that I would eat it everyday
For I love Chocolate Cake
with every inch of my being
I will have to just continue to crave Apple Pie
and only have a taste every once in a while
As long as Chocolate Cake doesn't know

GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST

Glory To God In The Highest

Glory to God in the highest
And peace to His people on earth
Lord God, Heavenly King, Almighty God and Father
We worship You
We give You thanks
We praise You for Your glory

Lord Jesus Christ, only Son of the Father
Lord God, Lamb of God
You take away the sins of the world
Lord, have mercy on us
You are seated at the right hand of the Father
Receive our prayer

For You alone are the Holy One
For You alone are the Lord
For You alone are the Most High
Jesus Christ
With the Holy Spirit
In the glory of God the Father

Amen

Christmas tree

This
Christmas
end a quarrel.
Seek out a forgotten
friend. Dismiss suspicion,
and replace it with trust.
Write a love letter. Share some
treasure. Give a soft answer. Keep
a promise. Find the time. Forgo a grudge.
Forgive an enemy. Listen. Apologize if you
were wrong. Try to understand. Examine your
demands on others. Think first of someone else. Be
Be kind; be gentle. Appreciate. Laugh a little. Laugh a
little more. Express your gratitude. Gladden the heart of a
child. Welcome a stranger. Take pleasure in the beauty and the
wonder of Earth.
Speak your love.
Speak it again.
Speak it yet
Once again.

Decadent apple cake

Topping
2 medium apples
4 tablespoons butter
3/4 cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
2 tablespoons boiled cider or thawed apple juice concentrate
1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 cup light corn syrup

Cake
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1 cup brown sugar, firmly packed
2 tablespoons boiled cider or thawed apple juice concentrate
2 large eggs
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 1/2 cups King Arthur Unbleached All-Purpose Flour
1 large apple, peeled and finely chopped
3/4 cup chopped pecans or walnuts, optional

1) Preheat the oven to 350°F. Lightly grease a 9" round cake pan at least 2" deep. Line the bottom with parchment, and grease the parchment.2) Slice the top, including the stem, off one of the apples and set it aside before peeling and slicing the rest of the apples into 1/4" thick wedges.3) Place the apple top, stem side down, in the middle of the pan, and overlap the rest of the apple wedges in a ring around it. 4) Prepare the topping by heating the butter, sugar, boiled cider, cinnamon, and corn syrup together over low heat, stirring until the sugar is dissolved. 5) Pour 1/2 cup of the syrup mixture into the prepared pan, and set the rest aside.6) To make the cake: Beat the oil, brown sugar, boiled cider, eggs, spices, and salt together for 2 minutes at medium speed7) Mix the flour with the baking soda, and stir it into the batter.8) Add the chopped apple and nuts, and mix until just blended.9) Drop scoops of the batter atop the apples in the pan, gently spreading to cover.10) Bake the cake for 50 to 55 minutes, or until a cake tester inserted near the center comes out clean.11) Remove the cake from the oven, and run a thin spatula around the edge to loosen.12) Let the cake cool in the pan for 5 minutes, then turn it out onto a serving plate, bottom side up. Scrape out any sauce that remains in the pan, and spread it over the cake.13) Reheat the reserved topping. If butter starts to separate as you reheat, add water by the teaspoon and stir until the butter rejoins the rest of the sauce.14) Pour the sauce over the cake. Serve cake warm or at room temperature, with whipped cream if desired.Yield: 8 to 10 servings.

I Then Shall Live

I then
shall live as one who's been forgiven.

I'll walk with joy to know my debts are paid.

I know my name is clear before my Father;

I am His child and I am not afraid.

So, greatly pardoned, I'll forgive my brother;

The law of love I gladly will obey.

I then shall live as one who's learned compassion.

I've been so loved, that I'll risk loving too.

I know how fear builds walls instead of bridges;

I'll dare to see another's point of view.

And when relationships demand commitment,

Then I'll be there to care and follow through.

Your Kingdom come around and through and in me;

Your power and glory, let them shine through me.

Your Hallowed Name, O may I bear with honor,

And may Your living Kingdom come in me.

The Bread of Life, O may I share with honor,

And may You feed a hungry world through me.

Fabulous Rhubarb Cake

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups raw Rhubarb cut fine

1 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup white sugar

1 egg

1/2 cup butter or margarine

1 cup applesauce

1/2 tsp. salt

1 tsp. soda

1 tsp. vanilla

2 cups flour

Procedure:

In large mixing bowl cream sugars and butter, add egg and salt. Stir in applesauce, soda, vanilla, and flour. Add rhubarb. Pour in prepared 9x13x2-inch baking pan and sprinkle with 1/4 cup white sugar and 1 tsp. cinnamon. Bake at 375-degrees for 30 to 35 minutes. The cake is very moist and needs no frosting.

RECIPE for Veggie Fish

MENU PLAN

Vegatarian Fish with Tartar Sauce
Peaches and Cream Kernel Corn
Green Beans with Slivered Almonds
Scalloped Potatoes

Cucumber and Red Onion Creamy Salad
Cardamon Buns, Celery with Two Cheeses, Olives
Red Punch

Donuts, Cookies, Ice Cream with Strawberries

the recipe

small carton of cottage cheese
one medium onion chopped
four eggs
salt
about two cups of crushed/blended crackers
a large dallop of mayonaise
one small can of cream of celery soup

mix all together and fry into patties on a non stick fry pan, otherwise roll in extra cracker crumbs and fry

ENJOY

New Years Blessing -- i like this one

"Recipe for a Happy New Year

Take twelve fine, full-grown months; see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of Time.
Cut these months into thirty or thirty-one equal parts. Do not attempt to make up the whole batch at one time (so many persons spoil the entire lot this way) but prepare one day at a time.
Into each day put equal parts of faith, patience, courage, work (some people omit this ingredient and so spoil the flavor of the rest), hope, fidelity, liberality, kindness, prayer, meditation, rest (leaving this out is like leaving the oil out of the salad dressing—don't do it), and one well-selected resolution.
Put in about one teaspoonful of good spirits, a dash of fun, a pinch of folly, a sprinkling of play, and a heaping cupful of good humor."

the longer the waiting

Oh, the longer the waiting, the sweeter the kiss
It's better my darling, I promise you this
The next time I hold you, I'm not letting go
Will you wait for me darling, I need to know

Well, you know I'm a sailor and tomorrow we sail
It's a hard way of living but I know it well
And if I surrender my life to the sea
You can marry another it's alright with me

Though we won't be together again 'til the spring
Just imagine the treasures I'll bring

Come lay with me, stay with me, soon I'll be gone
I will remember you all winter long
And when I return to the one that I miss
Oh, the longer the waiting, the sweeter the kiss
The sweeter the kiss

When the mornings are warm and the valleys are green
I'll come back from wherever I've been

Oh, the longer the waiting, the sweeter the kiss
It's better my darling, I promise you this
the next time I hold you, I'm not letting go
I will give up the ocean forever, I know
Forever I know

Oh, the longer the waiting, the sweeter the kiss
It's better my darling, I promise you this
the next time I hold you, I'm not letting go
I will give up the ocean forever, I know
Forever, I know

bird on a wire

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

blackbird

I live in the hills
You live in the valleys
And all that you know are those blackbirds
You rise every morning
Wondering what in the world will the world bring today
Will it bring you joy or will it take it away
And every step you take is guided by
The love of the light on the land and the blackbird's cry
You will walk in good company
The valley is dark
The burgeoning holding
The stillness obscured by their judging
You walk through the shadows
Uncertain and surely hurting
Deserted by the blackbirds and the staccato of the staff
And though you trust the light towards which you wend your way
Sometimes you feel all that you wanted has been taken away
You will walk in good company
I love the best of you
You love the best of me
Though it is not always easy
Lovely? lovely?
We will walk in good company
The shepherd upright and flowing
You see...

words to ponder

“It is not the length of time we labor but our willingness and fidelity in the work that makes it acceptable to God. In all our service a full surrender of self is demanded. The smallest duty done in sincerity and self-forgetfulness is more pleasing to God than the greatest work when marred with self-seeking. He looks to see how much of the spirit of Christ we cherish, and how much of the likeness of Christ our work reveals. He regards more the love and faithfulness with which we work than the amount we do.”—Ellen G. White, Christ's Object Lessons, p. 402, emphasis supplied.

“The service rendered in sincerity of heart has great recompense. ‘Thy Father which seeth in secret Himself shall reward thee openly.’ By the life we live through the grace of Christ, the character is formed. The original loveliness begins to be restored to the soul. The attributes of the character of Christ are imparted, and the image of the Divine begins to shine forth. The faces of men and women who walk and work with God express the peace of heaven. They are surrounded with the atmosphere of heaven. For these souls the kingdom of God has begun. They have Christ's joy, the joy of being a blessing to humanity. They have the honor of being accepted for the Master's use; they are trusted to do His work in His name.”—Ellen G. White, The Adventist Home, p. 535

the other day i passed the place

THE OTHER DAY I PASSED THE PLACE,YOU ALWAYS LIKED TO GO

AND I PICKED UP THE PHONE BECAUSE, I THOUGHT YOU WANNA KNOW

BUT I FORGOT YOU WEREN'T THERE I MISS YOU ALL THESE DAYS, THAT IAM REMINDED OF YOUR SMILE AND THE FUNNY THINGS YOU'D SAY

I SEE YOU MOST AT CHRISTMAS, YOU WERE LIKE, A LITTLE KID

YOU ALWAYS LOVED A GOOD SURPRISE, AND NOW I MUST ADMIT, THAT I LONG MORE FOR HEAVEN THAN EVER DID BEFORE

YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE REASON AND EACH DAY I WANT IT MORE

(chorus)

KNOWING WE CAN SPEND A LIFE TIME REMINISCING ON THE PAST, KNOWING I WILL SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN WHERE TENDER MOMENTS LAST

IT MAKES ME WANNA GO THERE

(KNOWING I WONT BE ALONE)

KNOWING YOU'LL BE THERE

MAKES IT EASY TO GO HOME

YOU LEFT A GROUP OF FISHERMAN

SOMEHOW, YOU LEFT ME TOO

THOUGH I HAVE FELT YOU MANY TIMES, I KNOW YOU SAW ME THROUGH

I ALWAYS LONG TO FEEL YOUR ARMS AND LOOK INTO YOUR EYES, AND TALK FOREVER ME AND YOU SOMEWHERE IN PARADISE. (back to chorus)

Only Jesus--by michael

Who could ever find the words

To describe the indescribable

Limited vocabulary falls

So short of depicting you, God

Yet I’m distracted, the things

Of this world threaten to pull me apart,

But in your mercy you hear

The cry on my heart

Only Jesus, only Jesus

Lord, I’m tired of all the rest

When my heart knows you are best

Only Jesus, only Jesus

A son of God and son of Man who

Came to destroy the work of sin

And its work in me was crushed when

You became the way for me

Help me surrender and stop pretending

That I can live on my own

I’ll find who I am wrapped p in you alone

Only Jesus only Jesus

Lord I’m tired of all the rest

When my heart knows you are best

Only Jesus

Come and change lord

Rearrange every part of me

Until you are all that can be seen

Come be seen in me

HE GIVETH AGAIN

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.
His love has no limits, His grace had no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men:
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men:
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!

come to my heart ....

Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,
When Thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room
For Thy holy nativity:
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for Thee;
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, come,
There is room in my heart for Thee.
Heaven's arches rang when the angels sang,
Proclaiming Thy royal degree;
But of lowly birth cam'st Thou, Lord, on earth,
And in great humility:
The foxes found rest, and the birds had their nest
In the shade of the forest tree;
But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee:
Thou camest, O Lord, with the living Word
That should set Thy people free;
But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn,
They bore Thee to Calvary:
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
Thy cross is my only plea;
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, come,
Thy cross is my only plea.
When heaven's arches shall ring, and her choirsshall sing
At Thy coming to victory,
Let Thy voice call me up, saying, "Yet there is room,
There is room at My side for thee!"
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus!
When Thou comest and callest for me;
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus!
When Thou comest and callest for me.

Away in a manger,

Hans Christian Andersen

The Princess and the Pea

Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.
Well, we'll soon find that out, thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.

blessed be the name of the Lord

Blessed be your name
In the land that is plentiful
Where the streams of abundance flow
Blessed be your name
Blessed be your name

When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed be your name
Every blessing you pour out,
I turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say...Blessed be the name of the Lord

Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name
Blessed be your name

When the sun's shining down on me
When the world's all as it should be
Blessed be your name
Blessed be your name

On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be your name
Every blessing you pour out,
I turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say...

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say Lord,
Blessed be your name

pink poem

And in the end our moonlight marches on,
like ants and planets,
are made to scurry away from anything that might not matter

To build or destroy,
there is no question less worth asking
To give up or accelerate into hope/strong
answers
there is only that which pushes forward and that which holds back
that which hinders and
that which enters possibilities of the universe
and sometimes the universe shows its face,
lovely or ugly,
and you're left to reconsider all you've ever believed
or didn't

There hidden in the black mist of human inclination,
before and after
There exposed in the future of continental stone,
in bones in history's knot
is the answer worth living
and the question not in
No big bang or evolution theory,
no better bomb or gathering of troops,
no sudden light or better god,
not in with the new or new and improved,
no running in like a mad man because it might be truth

There is only truth, there can only be truth
There is only our children and the little homes we try to build
There is only our heart and its holes we try to fill
I can only write a rambling book in a tiny attempt to reveal
not truth nor peace,
not only redemption, but also enlightenment,
only complete and freeing simplicity,
only little missing and scattered pieces
of me

So here it is,

The Pink Poem,

splattered on hot pink paper like dry blood
with a shiny black cover
like sudden leather
for you to discover and love,
mattering how much it rains and shines till our day of death

Somewhere a soft landing awaits my return
Somewhere a pink casket awaits my body
But for now I have a little time allotted for the breaking free of the chains,
for the explosion of coming silence,
for the final push into the mind's elevation
I'm coming with an army, for every nation
I have nothing to lose and thus it begins

My quest again for something PINK

abraham

The day had gone;
alone and weak
I groped my way within a bleak
And sunless land.
The path that led into the light
I could not find!
In that dark night God took my hand.
He led me that I might not stray,
And brought me by a new, safe way
I had not known.
By waters still,
through pastures green
I followed Him--the path was clean
Of briar and stone.
The heavy darkness lost its strength,
My waiting eyes beheld at length
The streaking dawn.
On, safely on, through sunrise glow
I walked, my hand in His, and lo,
The night had gone.--
Annie Porter Johnson

beneath the cross

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a weary land.
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.
Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me.
And from my stricken heart with tears,
Two wonders I confess,
The wonders of redeeming love
And my unworthiness.
I take, O cross, thy shadow
For my abiding place.
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face.
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss.
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.

one step

Just One Step

by F.L. Booth

As I walked down life's road one day,
A mountain rose to block my way.
I couldn't go around, you see,
The pass was narrow -- closed to me.
I asked the Lord, How shall I climb?
Just one step, He said, at a time.
How can I scale that awesome height?
Look up, said He, you'll do all right.
I took some steps and it was great,
I'd go right up and celebrate!
Then I looked down and slipped and fell.
Get up, said He, you're doing well.

So once again I started up,
The road is steep and sometimes rough,
But near the top, the way is smooth,
And there I'll find a well-worn groove.
I'll reach the top one day then stand,
Survey the view that's truly grand.
The Lord waits there and all my friends,
My family, too -- love never ends.
Now I look up, and I can see
The hand my Lord holds out to me.
So carefully each day I climb,
Just one step I take at a time.

the recipe---Beet muffins

Here are Buttermilk, Beetroot and Apple Muffins.
Scored 9 out of 10. Makes six large muffins or 12 smaller ones

1 egg, beaten2/3 cup buttermilk (or milk and 1 tbsp lemon juice)1/2 stick/4tbsp/50g butter, melted1 eating apple, peeled, cored and finely diced2 small beetroot, cooked and finely diced1/2 cup Demerara sugar1 tablespoon of maple syrup1 1/4 cups plain flour1 and a half tsp of baking powder

For the topping1 tablespoon of porridge oats1 tablespoon of Demerara sugar1 teaspoon of cinnamon.

Preheat the oven to 180C. If you are using a deep muffin tray, cut out six squares of baking parchment 15 cms by 15 cms. Line each muffin tin with a square of paper. You can use paper cases if you prefer.

Melt the butter, allow to cool slightly and in a bowl stir in the sugar, beaten egg and buttermilk. Mix well. Add the finely diced cooked beetroot and diced apple and spoon of maple syrup. Sieve the flour and baking powder and roughly stir in so the flour is distributed but don’t over mix. Spoon the mixture evenly into each lined muffin tin. Mix together the ingredients for the topping and sprinkle evenly over the top of each muffin. Cook in the oven for 30 minutes.

wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down;Now scornfully surroundedWith thorns, thine only crown;O sacred Head, what glory,What bliss till now was thine!Yet, though despised and gory,I joy to call thee mine.

What thou, my Lord, hast sufferedWas all for sinners' gain:Mine, mine was the transgression,But thine the deadly pain.Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!'Tis I deserve thy place;Look on me with thy favor,Vouchsafe to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrowTo thank thee, dearest Friend,For this thy dying sorrow,Thy pity without end?O make me thine for ever;And should I fainting be,Lord, let me never, neverOutlive my love to thee.

Oh Scred Heart of Jesus, I Place My Trust in Thee

"O Sacred Heart of Jesus,
I place my trust in Thee,
" Whatever may befall me, Lord,
Though dark the hour may be.
In all my joys, in all my woes,
Though naught but grief I see.
"O Sacred Heart of Jesus,
I place my trust in Thee."

When those I love have passed away
And I am sore distressed,
O Sacred Heart of Jesus,
I fly to Thee for rest.
In all my trials, great or small,
My confidence shall be,
Unshaken, as I cry, dear Lord,
"I place my trust in Thee."
This is my one sweet prayer, dear Lord!
My faith, my trust, my love,
But, most of all, in that last hour,
When death points up above,
Ah, then, sweet Saviour, may
Thy face Smile on my soul set free.
Oh, may I cry with rapturous love,
"I've placed my trust in Thee."

Chris Tomlin's Song

Before the day
Before the light
Before the world revolved around the sun
God on high
Stepped down into time
And wrote the story of His love for everyone
He has filled our hearts with wonder
So that we always remember
You and I were made to worship
You and I are called to love
You and I are forgiven and free
When you and I embrace surrender
When you and I choose to believe
Then you and I will see who we were meant to be
All we are
And all we have
Is all a gift from God that we receive
Brought to life
We open up our eyes
To see the majesty and glory of the King
Even the rocks cry out
Even the heavens shout
At the sound of His Holy name
So let every voice sing out
Let every knee bow down
He's worthy of all our praise

Thru Pink Curtains

Pink Saturday

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Into my heart

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