Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Funnel Cakes

I Adore Funnel Cake

Nothing beats a homemade funnel cake—crispy, golden, and dusted with just the right amount of powdered sugar. Bonus points for cinnamon!

Ingredients:

  • 4 cups flour

  • 1/3 cup sugar

  • 2 tsp baking powder

  • 1/2 tsp salt

  • 2 1/2 cups milk

  • 3 large eggs

  • 3 cups vegetable oil

  • 1/2 tsp vanilla

  • Powdered sugar to finish

Directions:

  1. Heat oil in a deep skillet to 350–375ºF. Test with a drop of batter—it should bubble.

  2. Whisk flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. Add milk, eggs, and vanilla—mix until smooth.

  3. Pour batter into a gallon-size Ziploc, snip a 1/4-inch corner, and drizzle into hot oil in a swirling web.

  4. Fry 2 minutes until golden, flip, fry 1 more minute. Drain on paper towels.

  5. Dust with powdered sugar and serve hot. 

Monday, May 24, 2010

Prayers


Lord God, you are my strength. Hold my hand in my weakness and teach my heart to fly. With you, there's nothing to fear, nothing to worry about. Hold me tight in your embrace, so that I can be stronger than the challenges in my life. Amen.
I found this at Eliza's Prayer Box.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Gift of Exhortation

The Gift of Encouragement: Reflections on Exhortation

Has anyone ever said something that made you feel seen, purposeful, and inspired to try harder, be better, or simply live more fully? My post yesterday, The Art of a Compliment, had me thinking along these lines, and it brought back memories from my “pastor’s wife days” when I studied Spiritual Gifts. One gift stands out in particular: the gift of Exhortation.

People with this gift have a remarkable ability to say just the right thing at the right time—words that encourage, challenge, comfort, and guide others toward growth. In essence, Exhortation is the divine enablement to present truth in a way that strengthens, motivates, and inspires action, especially for those who are discouraged or wavering in faith.

Those with this gift:

  • Strengthen those who are weak in spirit

  • Challenge others to trust and hope in God’s promises

  • Urge others to action through the application of Biblical truth

  • Inspire growth and deeper faith

I’ve always admired people who possess this gift. I had a friend growing up whose words could lift anyone’s spirit or make them pause and reflect on what truly matters. It’s a rare and beautiful ability to help others reach their potential simply by knowing what to say—and how to say it.

Personally? I don’t think I’m naturally gifted in this way, but I’ve come to deeply appreciate it. It’s a reminder that the words we speak can carry power beyond our awareness.

What’s your gift, and how do you use it? If you’re curious, there are several simple online tests to help you identify your Spiritual Gifts. While I can’t personally vouch for every test, they can be a good starting point to reflect on your strengths and how you can use them to encourage and inspire others.





Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Art of a Compliment


Compliments are beneficial not only to the receiver but the giver. Compliments build self-esteem, break the ice, motivate, diffuse stress, inspire, reward, comfort and validate. However, an improperly executed compliment can have negative effects.

First of all, BE SINCERE. The receiver will always know if you are genuine. If it is really a bad haircut, compliment her on her jewelry choices. This is why being specific is so important. Speak from your heart.

BE SPECIFIC. "What a pretty painting. I really like how you gave the detail here in the back. I never would have thought to do that." The more specific your are the more sincere the compliment seems.

BACK IT UP. "That blouse is beautiful. It really brings out the blue in your eyes."

UNCONDITIONAL. "This is a good meal. Except for the mushrooms." It totally turns from a compliment to a complaint.

Likewise, receiving a compliment correctly can greatly boost the givers self-esteem, or hurt it.

Simply, SAY THANK YOU. Don't try to repay a compliment with a compliment. It will seem fake.

DON'T DISQUALIFY IT. "Oh, it was nothing." "This old shirt?" These types of responses completely undo the compliment and leave the giver feeling discredited.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Household Tips

I was thinking about making a post because my brain is full of ideas. Mostly shortcuts. Mostly cheap ones. Mostly survival tactics for feeding a family of eight and cleaning up after six kids and one fully grown husband. So here’s one of my favorites:

Warm, wet dishrags in the fridge. Yes, really.

When there’s a spill—jelly, meat juices, strawberry syrup, or that unidentified sticky substance that makes your stomach question your life choices—skip the scrubbing. Soak a dish towel or rag in very hot tap water and lay it directly over the mess. Fridge, freezer, oven, microwave, stovetop… wherever the crime scene is.

Leave it there while you wash dishes or start dinner. By the time you’re done, one quick swipe and the mess is gone. No elbow grease. No drama. Just done.

Shortcut unlocked.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

My Attorney

After living what I felt was a 'decent' life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a court house. The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table. As I looked around I saw the 'prosecutor.' He was a villainous looking man who snarled as he stared at me.. He definitely was the most evil person I had ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left and there sat my Attorney, kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt I knew Him.
The corner door opened and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room I couldn't take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, 'Let us begin.'
The prosecutor rose and said, 'My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this woman belongs in hell..' He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and In the past when I cheated others Satan told of other horrible perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank.
I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about. As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at my Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all. I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my life - couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done? Satan finished with a fury and said, 'This woman belongs in hell, she is guilty of all that I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise.'
When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to come forward. As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty. I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.
He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, 'Hi, Dad,' and then He turned to address the court. 'Satan was correct in saying that this woman had sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations. And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this woman deserves to be punished.' Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, 'However, I died on the cross so that this person might have eternal life and she has accepted Me as her Savior, so she is Mine.'
My Lord continued with, 'Her name is written in the Book of Life, and no one can snatch her from Me. Satan still does not understand yet.. This woman is not to be given justice, but rather mercy.' As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said, 'There is nothing else that needs to be done. I've done it all.'
The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The following words bellowed from His lips.. 'This woman is free. The penalty for her has already been paid in full. Case dismissed.'
As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, 'I won't give up, I will win the next one.' I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, 'Have you ever lost a case?' Christ lovingly smiled and said, 'Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has received the same verdict as you, ~Paid In Full~

Sunday, May 2, 2010

2010 Relay For Life

My son, Garit, and I went to our Relay for Life this weekend. The other kids were at a Planetarium show with their Grandparents. Garit decided to go support me and the cause instead. Our county 2010 Relay For Life Raised $293,000 (so far). Country wide Relays raisefunds to donate time, resources, and money to a cause that not only helps to fund cancer research but also goes to help cancer patients who may not have funds for treatment of cancer. This year's theme was "Peace, Love, and Relay" as the theme took on the 1960's theme. Polk County continues to be number one giver to Relay in the nation per capita. Literally thousands showed up for the relay this year. Here are some photos we took of the festivities.  One of the teams, full of Spirit!
Excuse my appearance it was HOT, HOT, HOT and raining!
Some of the entertainment...
One of the Teams decorations...
A two time survivor I met...
G and I were both impressed with this ROTC groups mobile kitchen and their enthusiasm!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Judgement

We form opinions about people in mere seconds — based on clothes, cars, homes, money, education, even bad hair days. But what actually makes a person a person? Stuff? Possessions? Someone else’s misguided opinion?
Silliness.

In 2006, when I was diagnosed with cancer, I had an epiphany: we can never truly know what another person is carrying. Yet we’re so quick to judge. So quick to grow impatient.

The next time the light turns green and the older man in front of you doesn’t move fast enough, pause before hitting the horn. Ask yourself: What if that were my father? My grandfather? What if he just lost his wife, received devastating news, or is barely holding it together?

We don’t know. We’re clueless about other people’s battles.

But we do know this — we’ve all been shown compassion by our Father. Use it. Let it shape your thoughts before it shows up in your actions. Love your neighbor. We are all human, all frail, and all in need of grace.