The One Thing that Comforts Me 

Are you as scared as I am? We have plans to go to Italy for Christmas. Should we go? Our church has lovingly welcomed refugees into our family, whom are forever grateful. Do we stop helping and reaching out to those around the world who are being persecuted? What about the innocent ones? Why are we still fighting to treat every human being as equal? Why can’t we see past someone’s color of skin or religion and just see the person God made? The presidential campaign is underway with all the bickering and finger pointing. Ugh.

I’m scared. There are days when I wake up with my stomach in knots thinking about the evil in this world. 

But isn’t that what Satan wants us to do? He wants us to think about him. He wants us to run to temporary, selfish things…things that make us feel good for the moment. He wants us to question the Ultimate authority and to turn away from the One True Comforter-God. 

 I am choosing to turn to the one thing that I can count on. I choose to know the truth. I have to. If I don’t, then I’ll live in fear. I believe in one God who is supreme above everything else in the heavens and here on earth. He is bigger than the evil one.

Psalm 100

Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!

Lord, I am mesmerized by the fall colors and the variety of leaves that are under my feet when I walk. The cool air gives me refreshing energy to breath deeply and praise you.

Serve the Lord with gladness!

Because of your great love for me Lord, I want to give my time ministering to the women at the homeless shelter. I want to cook, drive, sit with, write and give to those who might need a helping hand today. I am thankful to have the sort of schedule that allows me to go to Columbia each week to visit with my mom.

Come into his presence with singing!

Thank you God for the talented musicians and singers who lead us each week in church. As I sing along, I feel your presence in that gym. Thank you for the music that I can freely listen to and sing outloud in my car, in my home, even in public places that praises your good name.

Know that the Lord, he is God!

Lord, God, Almighty, Creator, Comforter, Father, Abba, Healer, Jesus, Holy Spirit, The First and the Last, Deliverer, Redeemer, Messiah, King of Glory, Prince of Peace, Yahweh, Advocate, Life, Light of the World, Savior.

It is he who made us, and we are his, we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

Lord, you knew me before I was born. You knitted me in my mother’s womb. You know every hair on my head and every thought I have. You know how messy, sinful and screwed up I am, yet you love me so much. I don’t deserve to be called one of your own, but you call me your daughter.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name!

Lord, with all of the tragedy happening in this world today, I can choose to be afraid or choose to look to you. I can choose to stay in my house and hide or I can go boldly into the world and have faith in what is to come. The world needs you now more than ever. I see the beauty you have created and I know it is only a glimpse of what you have prepared for me in heaven. I am the most undeserving person to have a seat at your heavenly table, yet you have prepared a room just for me! Thank you!

For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.

Friends, the Lord is good. This we can count on. We have no idea what is going to happen tomorrow or the next day. We can not live in fear. No matter what tragedies may happen, God’s love never falters; it is the same day after day after day. Let’s focus on Him. Let’s pray for the fallen. Let’s pray for the ones whose hearts have been hardened. 

John 10:16 “I have other sheep not of this fold. I must bring them also and they will listen to my voice. So there will be ONE FLOCK AND ONE SHEPHERD.” 

Only Christ will unify the world with love.

Thanks for dropping by,  


Next Stop: America’s Best Baking Challenge or not

  I’ve been on a little kick here lately watching The Great British Baking Show with Paul Hollywood (gorgeous blue eyes) and Mary Berry (the dignified doyenne of baking) ((Yes, I had to look up the word ‘doyenne’. It is the nice way of calling someone old or senior in their profession.))
Anyhoo, I absolutely fell in love with the contestants with their naturally messy hair, crooked smiles, amazing skills and heartfelt love for each other. Unlike the American version with a few bakers wearing waayy too much makeup, some slamming cupboards, and one particularly big head making snide remarks. In the British show, the contestants cheered eachother on, while in the good old US of A we saw temperatures rise, refrigerator doors left open and the squashing of a few soufflés.(Very sad.)

On Wednesday nights a group of sweet ladies come to my house for bible study. I try to have something a little sweet to eat to go with our decaf coffee. I’m ashamed to say that I have served cake from Panera Bread and even offered the cheating break n’ bake cookies from the refrigerator section of the grocery store. HEAVENS TO BETSY! If Paul or Mary ever found out of my slovenly work…oh dear.

Well, after watching the first season of British tarts, sponges and biscuits, I got inspired to do more baking. Last Wednesday, I made a cream cheese pound cake which turned out quite dense and not very good, if I say so myself. 

So this week, I decided to keep it simple and bake a batch of sugar biscuits. Or sugar cookies as you Yanks would call them. I pulled my trusty red and white checked Better Homes and Gardens cook book out of the cabinet and found Best Loved Melt-in-Your Mouth Sugar Cookies. 

 It has to be a winner.  

  The first batch I baked on a Silpat baking sheet. Using an ice cream scoop, I placed the freshly mixed dough on the silicon sheet. When baked, the batter spread out and did not brown.

The recipe said to not let the edges brown. (And I had the voices of my guys in my head saying “I like soft cookies and wiggly bacon.)  

 So the next batch, I used the same scoop, but baked them on a regular metal pan with parchment paper. Personally, I like the color of the bottoms, but if sweet Mary Berry were to look at them she would shake head in disappointment over the sinking tops. Hmmmm what to do…. 

 For the third batch, I went back to the Silpat, but used chilled dough instead. Would that make a difference? Not much. 

 The experiment continued with the fourth batch. I used chilled dough on the dark pan with parchment paper and flattened the balls of dough slightly before baking. I’m thinking these are lovely biscuits! 

 Then of course my last batch turns out like this! Paul would turn these puppies over, scratch the bottoms and look at me with those piercing blue eyes and said ” These are over baked. I’m not sure I can eat this.” To that, I’d probably wipe away a nervous tear, take a big ol bite out  one of the brown cookies and say “I appreciate that Mr. Blue Eyes, I mean Paul, but for me….I like my cookies crunchy and my bacon crispy.” 

  So I won’t be invited to compete in the next baking competition, but at bible study tonight, we’re going to have a sweet time.

 I do have to say that one bright shining star of the American Baking Competition, was Francine Bryson. She schooled up old Paul, (yup, Paul Hollywood judged for this show also), on the deliciousness of chocolate, peanut butter and bacon all in one pie! He had serious doubts as she was making it, but after one forkful, he is a BELIEVER! Francine was a runner-up in the competition, but came out way ahead of the winner in class, humbleness and great baking. 

I have to be honest with myself. I will never make it onto a baking show. I probably won’t ever try to bake my own croissants, Victoria Sponge cakes or Schichttorte. But I just might give my hand at baking  Purdy’s Peppermint Pie, “Slap-Yo-Momma” Fudge Cookies (which Jeff Foxworthy, the host, had to translate to the British judge), a salted caramel cheesecake and maybe even a cast iron skillet of Redneck Cracklin’ Corn Bread!

Hey! Thanks for dropping by Ya’ll!