Apr 29, 2009
Apr 24, 2009
As a senior, I was able to attend the Sustainer's Banquet on Monday night. Since I am a lover of food, I have to include the wonderful menu for that night:
Red Velvet Cream Cheese Cake
Apr 18, 2009
Apr 13, 2009
This work of mine,
And took what had been sent me-
A resting time.
The Master's voice had called me
To rest apart;
"Apart with Jesus only,"
Echoed my heart.
I took the rest and stillness
From His own Hand,
And felt this present illness
Was what He planned.
How often we choose labor,
When He says, "Rest"-
Our ways are blind and crooked;
His way is best.
The work Himself has given,
He will complete.
There may be other errands
For tired feet;
There may be other duties
For tired hands,
The present is obedience
To His commands.
There is a blessed resting
In lying still,
In letting His hand mould us,
Just as He will.
His work must be completed.
His lesson set;
He is the higher Workman:
Do not forget!
It is not only "working"
We must be trained;
And Jesus "learnt" obedience,
Through suffering gained.
For us, His yoke is easy,
His burden is light.
His discipline most needful,
And all is right.
We are but under-workmen;
They never choose
If this tool or if that one
Their hands shall use.
In working or in waiting
May we fulfill
Not ours at all, but only
The Master's will!
Apr 11, 2009
Saturdays are probably my favorite day of the week...One reason being because it is the one day I get to sleep in and by sleeping in I mean 7:45, which is 2.5 hours longer than week days. So my morning started off with a piece of left over pizza for breakfast as well as a cup of coffee to go.
1. My top choice would be a Chevrolet Cobalt which is a little pricey, but maybe we'll be able to find a good price on a used one.
2. Another one I like is a Ford Focus...
3. Chevrolet Aveo
4. And my last pick...Toyato Yaris
From here we went grocery shopping, which I always enjoy...being the lover of food that I am. We purchased our Easter dinner along with some goodies for our Easter Baskets...I know as a 22 year old I still enjoy getting an Easter basket...pretty pathetic, what can I say...I guess I'm just a kid at heart!
Mom and I tried out a recipe for Shepherd's Pie, which turned out deliciously yummy! (http://teamdewhurst.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html) After getting dinner in the oven, Brooke, my mom, and I dyed two dozen eggs for my bus easter egg hunt. The evening has now come and the night is drawing to an end...my eyelids are closing and I'm thinking to myself..."Ahh...what a wonderful life!"
By 1946 my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A month before Easter the pastor of our church announced that a special Easter offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and give sacrificially.
When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save $20 of our grocery money for the offering. When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn't listen to the radio, we'd save money on that month's electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could. For 15 cents we could buy enough cotton loops to make three pot holders to sell for $1.
We made $20 on pot holders. That month was one of the best of our lives.
Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we'd sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them. We had about 80 people in church, so figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering.
The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change.
We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much money before.
That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn't care that we wouldn't have new clothes for Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering.
We could hardly wait to get to church! On Sunday morning, rain was pouring. We didn't own an umbrella, and the church was over a mile from our home, but it didn't seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet.
But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I felt rich.
When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row from the front. Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20.
As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs with our fried potatoes! Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn't say a word. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three crisp $20 bills, one $10 and seventeen $1 bills.
Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn't talk, just sat and stared at the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white trash. We kids had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn't have our Mom and Dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters and other kids visiting constantly. We thought it was fun to share silverware and see whether we got the spoon or the fork that night.
We had two knifes that we passed around to whoever needed them. I knew we didn't have a lot of things that other people had, but I'd never thought we were poor.
That Easter day I found out we were. The minister had brought us the money for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn't like being poor. I looked at my dress and worn-out shoes and felt so ashamed--I didn't even want to go back to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor!
I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew that we were poor. I decided that I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was all the law required at that time. We sat in silence for a long time. Then it got dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came home, and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money? We didn't know. We'd never known we were poor. We didn't want to go to church on Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn't talk on the way.
Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa made buildings out of sun dried bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs. He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, "Can't we all sacrifice to help these poor people?" We looked at each other and smiled for the first time in a week.
Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the offering.
When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn't expected such a large offering from our small church. He said, "You must have some rich people in this church.
"Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that "little over $100.
"We were the rich family in the church! Hadn't the missionary said so? From that day on I've never been poor again. I've always remembered how rich I am because I have Jesus!
Apr 6, 2009
"Seriously," I'm thinking, "Snow in the second week of April?"
Never ask a 3-5 year old, "Why", it unleashes realms of excuses. Here are a few:
- "Because, because...he was thinking about hitting me."
- "Because...I don't know."
- "Because, because, because, because, because, because..."
- "Because, I wanted to."
- "Because she took my toy."
- "Because he was looking at me and smiling funny..."
- "Because, he's mean to me."
- "Because, she is sooo ugly to look at."
- "Because, because...ummm...did you see my boo-boo Miss Nickel?"
- "Because, because...yesterday I was playing with my mom and brother and, and..."
- "I didn't do it, it wasn't me...I don't think..."
Ah...yes...Mondays, they truly are so very marvelous...
Apr 4, 2009
High school came and her visits became less frequent due to sport's practices, youth group activities, and school work. However, if asked, the teenager (no longer a young girl), would say that the library was amongst her favorite places to be.
College came and with it reading for pleasure now became very scarce. The young woman now had books that she had to read for her classes and no longer had time for "fun" reading. When between semesters and during summer break she always tried to catch up on her reading, however when making visits to the library she began to feel as if she had read every good book worth reading there.
The young woman now has completed college and is quite excited and anxious to get caught up on her reading!
Here is a list of some of her favorites:
*Not in any particular order-
A Tale of Two Cities-yearly
Great Expectations-another great work of Charles Dickens
The Scarlet Pimpernel-yearly read
Chicken Soup for the Soul-short stories that one must read with a box of Kleenex nearby
Row 22, Seats A and B-more short stories, some sappy, suspenseful, or purely pointless
The Perfect Wife-biography of Laura Bush
The Christmas Hope Series by Donna Van Liere-must read every holiday season
Anne of Green Gables Series
Emily of New Moon Series-also by Lucy Maud Montgomery, an awesome read
Pride and Prejudice-the best work of Jane Austen (in her mind)
The Inheritance-a newly discovered novel by Louisa May Alcott, written at age 16
Works by Richard Paul Evans
Your Father's Voice-written by the wife of a 9/11 victim
Not My Will-a favorite from her teenaged years
The Deerslayer-another teenaged favorite of hers
Here are some books that she is presently working on:
The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
Let Me Be a Woman by Elisabeth Elliot
And now she is going to publish her post...