Here is a little humor for you today. Be careful you just may have a changing day when you watch this.
I’ve been asked to be a mentor. Sounds easy to you? It did to me too until I had to pick up the phone. Until I thought about what being a mentor really means. Until I visited with a friend about it and she told me I needed to really pray about it before I commit to it. Now it sounds hard, unnerving, awkward even a little scary.
This is what I truly believe–it is really an obligation we have as women–women’s ministry–to ensure that every new member has a friend in the church. I believe we need to “plug” our new members into a position in the church as quickly as possible. I believe we need to help them find what their gifts and passions are and put them to work. I believe we need to sponsor each man, woman and child to the next retreat. We have to treat our new members like babies, handle them carefully, give them the needed attention they deserve, feed them and take care of them. We need a special Sabbath School class for them at least once a month so they can become grounded in their beliefs.
I wish I could tell you I thought all of this up on my own, but it’s not true. I have a friend who has tried most of these things in her church and they have a 90% retention rate. Isn’t that what we want? Don’t we want to keep the members we baptize? This much I do know, people are not going to stay in a church if they don’t have any friends, if they have nothing to do and if they feel like an outsider.
I would love to hear from you! I want to know what you do in your church to mentor your new members.
So back to my story, I did pick up the phone and we had a very nice visit. I am calling next week and we will go to lunch. I have a feeling I just may have a new friend. I’m excited.
I just love food–oh I forgot you already know that. Here is a fun recipe and a delicious one, maybe a new twist on oatmeal. After making this once I will adjust the sugar.
This is the first time I have given a recipe without trying it first but my friend said every time she serves this everyone goes home with the recipe. That’s good enough for me.
Ione’s Bircher Muesli
From The Swan’s Inn in San Francisco
½ C. raisins (or craisins)
½ C. Old Fashioned Oats
1 ½ C. Quick Oats
1/3 C. brown sugar
½ Tsp. Cinnamon (or more to taste)
2 C. milk (1% is fine)
Mix all ingredients together and refrigerate overnight.
In the morning add fresh fruit and nuts.
(apples, bananas, peaches, pears, figs, berries, walnuts, pecans – pretty
much what you like and/or have on hand – I’d omit citrus fruits)
Probably 2-4 cups fruit – just nothing like citrus or pineapple that could curdle the milk. Try any of these fruits up to 4 cups.
2 unpeeled apples finely chopped
2 peaches or pears finely chopped
3 or 4 figs chopped if you have them
10-12 strawberries chopped
2 bananas chopped
½ – 1 Cup chopped nuts
Serve right away. Refrigerate leftovers and continue to enjoy.
When I think about it I realize Jesus was certainly a powerful leader. Can you picture Him at the last supper with a towel and bowl of water leading his disciples into understanding. He was the perfect example of servant leadership. Today I think many leaders do lead by example. I want to give you some ideas of what I think real leadership is all about.
Be present–in other words be open and fully engaged with what ever you are doing.
Be authentic–it’s important to let the real you be known. Don’t make a false impression–be real.
Be Vulnerable–lol if you are authentic you will be vulnerable–try to put yourself in another persons shoes. We can never know how “it is” unless we have experienced it. But, we can have empathy.
Be accepting–this is sometimes harder than it looks–being accepting does not mean you approve of everything another person does or says. It means you accept a person for who they are–seeing each person as special and worth while.
Be useful–LOL some people are just more useful than others. Being useful is a wonderful quality. There is someone in my family who is very useful, they see what needs to be done, they say what needs to be said, they are just plain useful.
Servant leadership is really about serving people. It is not controlling others. It is caring about others, being available.
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, happy birthday to me. Can you tell I love my birthday? I know what you are wondering–what did he get me? Wellllllllllllll a long time ago I had mentioned I would like a couple of Mary Kay items. One was a set of camel hair brushes with the holder to keep things tidy when I travel. The other was an organizer for my make up.
Bob got the brush set and the Topeka kids gave me the organizer for the makeup. No Ipod. LOL It’s okay. You know what? The best part was just being together with no drama. I mean we were all healthy, happy and thankful. We had 20 some for lunch everyone brought a thing or two and we had fun.
I stepped on the scale Monday morning and knew the party was over. So back at it again, this time I am going to work on getting 15 pounds off. 15 pounds would put me pretty close to my goal. It’s really no fun but has to be done. This is my problem and if you can think of what works for you let me know. I seem to be an all or nothing kind of person. I am either really watching what I eat or I am eating everything. I have to learn moderation. You know like maybe only eat what I take and never go back for seconds. Something like that.
When I left home I never thought my choice to return to it would be limited.
It was mine for the having: and no one would take that from us.
I hear my dad’s familiar foot steps… and I see a white cat.
Reality speaks a truth of my father’s absent foot steps and no- we don’t have any more white cats. None.
I see myself tromping around the forest and collecting beavers. This fairy tail lifestyle. The luckiest kid alive. Find another and I will prove you incorrect.
It doesn’t. Something about being there ruins it all. Capturing its essence I attempt to touch the brittle remains of this old life and it all falls apart. I realize I can’t have it. Controlled resisitence to wreck my memories—should I stay away.
In the cozy confusion of Christmas I found that they truly love each other and don’t know how to mend the train wreck they’ve piled into. He’s too proud to apologize and she’sto unrelenting just to let go and expect less. Being their unfortunate blend, I love everyone, expect and want their best and feel hurt when they let themselves down.
I feel bewildered I want to find my way home. The home that my photographs and expectations hold. Ordinary life before the war. No, not Iraq—but we could go back that far for the hell of it. But the war of holding on to not letting go.
If you aren’t living you have nothing. But what is life? Circles of confused existence spinning off my expectations of crafts with my grandmother—and a love that lasts? I can not let go of that hope or I will lose my life.
Until the past few weeks, home had been ever changing yet constant as the Almighty. It presented itself to me in familiar photographs of John Deer tractors and crooked smiles. It was an impersonal familiarity though. One that would not get close enough to be mine. These glimpses of how life should be belong to the past.
I feel as though I lose. I lose something very special to me with this admittance. Mourning the loss of my dear one without his death—spirited death.
It was never my choice. You can not just leave and come back six to nine years later to find things just as you left them. People get old, tired, cranky.
New Olympians have replaced Tonya Harding… and no one gives a —- about Nancy’s blasted knee.
To you, this is just my little place where I write and may put up a picture of you—where I come across increasingly remorseful for unknown sins. But to me… it is really life. Disappointment. And for some reason a still small glimmer of hope that will only lead to disappoint me.
At the end of the day, I guess home is where the heart is. No matter how diseased it may become.
Heart disease is the number one killer of American Citizens Every Year.
I wonder, do the weeks come and go as fast for you as they do for me? It seems like my life is going as fast as a runaway car on the interstate. I don’t like it I want to yell “stop”–I really want to stop and smell the roses. I want to slow my life down, I want to cherish each moment, I want to . . . . . .
Can you tell I have a birthday coming up? Yup! Now that I have reached the age of senior citizen status I am a little more aware of my age. I don’t like it when a clerk calls me honey or sweetheart. I don’t like it when the guy at the bird store wants to carry out my 5 pounds of bird seed. I don’t like it when people look at me like I am forgetting something. Well, except when I am like forgetting my purse.
Yesterday I put a picture of what I have been hinting at that I want for my birthday in front of my man. He didn’t see it. Finally I asked him if he noticed the picture on the table, he didn’t know what he was looking at. I had to say, AGAIN, I want an iPod for my birthday. He wants to know what an iPod is. Here is the bomb shell–he already has my present–UGH–what could it be? I’ll keep you posted on that.
Back to the iPod–he then told me I could go get one and he would pay for it. I told him I didn’t want to do that, so he thought we should both go pick it out. After picking up my computer and paying $160 for getting the virus off and installing a new more secure virus fighter and buying a new printer. By the way do you know printers don’t come with a manual? Nope, you have to download it–now that’s a little cheap if you ask me. After spending all that money I finally decided the iPod needs to wait. Soooooooooooooooooooooo no iPod for me.
Tropical Fruit Soup
12 oz. Dole Pineapple-Banna frozen juice concentrate
1 1/4 c White grape juice
2 tsp Vanilla extract
3 1/2 T Cornstarch or tapioca starch
4 c Frozen mixed fruit
2 Bananas, sliced
2 Kiwi, sliced
Combine the juice, vanilla and cornstarch in a large saucepan. Stir to dissolve starch. Bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Reduce heat to simmer and continue stirring until mixture clears and thickens. Cut frozen fruit into smaller chunks. Add frozen fruit to juice and cook a few minutes more. Stir in sliced bananas and kiwi last before serving. Serve over waffles, pancakes or toast. Garnish with coconut or shipped topping.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …
LOL How was your Valentine’s Day? Did your honey, your kids, your friend, your any one tell you happy Valentine’s Day? I went to the grocery store and the clerk even gave me a valentine’s greeting.
We woke up this morning and nothing was said. I left the house in a blizzard because CVS had some bargains and I needed to get there early to get the worm. LOL When I got back home my man was cleaning the downstairs, he had made the beds and was doing the floors, he had cleaned the kitchen including emptying the dishwasher.
Are you wondering about the card? He made it and had it in my slippers when I got home. This is what the card said: I love you–abcdefghijklmnopqrstvwxyz——————– do you get it? I didn’t. Did you notice the u is missing? Missing U–get it? I know corny.
We also went out to eat with some friends, we went to Tico’s my favorite Mexican food.
Are you wondering what I did for him? Well, I gave him a card and ah ah ah that’s about it. Some how it seems Valentine’s Day is a girl thing, I wonder if I think that because I am a girl.
Have I told you that I have told my man what I want for my birthday? I want an Ipod, do you think I will get one? I doubt it.
All in all it was a good day. Every day is a good day, just to wake up is a good day. This is the day the Lord has made and I am thankful for it.
Today, February 12, would be my grandma’s one hundred and something birthday. She was a pioneer woman and she didn’t have it easy. She out lived a husband, 3 sons and a daughter. Grandma was half Indian as in Cherokee Indian. She was spunky, frugal and had faith in Jesus. She lived in today, not yesterday or tomorrow. She loved flowers, making quilts and reading her Bible.
Grandma had so many grandchildren she certainly didn’t know them all and couldn’t even afford to send each one a gift. The truth is I doubt she even knew all of their birthdays. It was different for me, I was her buddy. We lived in the same town and she took care of me when my mom worked. Not only that, if I begged really hard she would spend the night with me.
Grandma loved Jesus and she read her Bible every day. She could often be heard singing “In the Garden”. When she was asked about doing something in the future, I could count on her to say, “if the Lord wills.”
I never really liked her answer, in my childish way I thought she shouldn’t depend on the Lord’s will so much. Grandma seemed to know what the Lord willed in her life and she lived like it.
Grandma’s name was Leah Casebolt and she loved these cookies. . .she would roll them out and cut them with the rim of a glass.
Sour Cream Cookies
3 cups sugar
3/4 cup butter
6-7 Cups flour
4 T Vanilla
1 tsp salt
1 pt. sour cream
1 1/2 tsp soda
2 1/2 tsp. baking powder
Mix sugar, eggs, salt, butter and blend in sour cream and vanilla, then add flour, soda and baking powder.–Roll 1/4″ thick and bake 7-8 minutes at 400 degrees