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Saturday, August 04, 2007

Peach Ice Box Pie

Peach Ice Box Pie

1 stick margarine, melted
1 cup self-rising flour
½ cup chopped pecans

Place melted margarine in a 9”x13” dish. Stir in the flour and pecans into the melted margarine. Press in pan and bake 30 minutes at 325F.

Second Layer:
1 (8 oz) package of cream cheese, softened
¾ cup sugar
3 Tbsp Cool Whip

Stir together all and spread on cooled crust.
Third Layer:
2 Tbsp cornstarch
¾ cup sugar
1 cup water
1 small package peach Jell-O

Cook the first 3 ingredients until thick and boiling. Stir in Jell-O and cool.

Fourth Layer:
3-4 cups thinly sliced peaches

Stir into the Jell-O mixture and add over the third layer. Refrigerate and top with Cool Whip if desired.

Source: Spartanburg Herald Journal Stroller Cookbook 2002, by Laura McAbee, pg 25

Chicken and Squash Casserole

Chicken and Squash Casserole

*Note* A good one for the freezer and to use up some of your Summer Squash

1 (8 oz) carton sour cream
1 can cream of chicken soup
1 cup water chestnuts, sliced
2 cups chicken, cooked and diced
2 cups uncooked squash, sliced
1 package herb seasoned stuffing mix

Mix sour cream and chicken soup. Add water chestnuts. Toss lightly. Add squash. Line bottom of a greased 9”x13” casserole dish with stuffing mix then chicken mix. Add remaining stuffing mix on top. Bake at 350F for 30 minutes. Freezes well before or after cooking.

Source: Spartanburg Herald Journal Stroller Cookbook 2002, by Evelyn Randall, pg 18

Friday, August 03, 2007

Dog Rescue Transport

My sister, Elaine, and I made a rescued dog transport yesterday.

Elaine and I picked up the Mama dog and her 7 puppies from a woman who volunteers to work the Gaffney Shelter. We took them to a woman who met us halfway in Charlotte from her house. She was transporting an orange Pommie to Elaine & taking the Mama and pups to a foster home near her.

The Mama dog was some mix like a pit bull and a JRT. Not big enough for a Pit Bull but a JRT would have pulled her down in size. But she sort of had the Pit Bull face and the coloring is PB and JRT. Who knows? She looks like the RCA dog doesn't she?

Anyway, she is emaciated, full of worms. Filthy, covered in ticks and fleas. But such a sweetie. She is a great mother, taking real good care and notice of her puppies and yet, she wasn’t mean or possessive with them. I pulled puppies from her teats and she never once acted bothered or mad. She just looks at you with such trust and wags her tail. The babies are all kinds of something. Some have Boxer colorings. One baby has a cleft palate. I think it can be fixed.

We met her at a Cracker Barrel. Dog transports like Cracker Barrels. It's a pretty safe place to meet, you can eat, drink, go to the restroom if you need to. You can locate Cracker Barrels on the Internet and it gives you good directions. They are always on Interstates. They have big parking lots for walking the dogs. For safety reasons we always tell our spouses where we are going, who we are meeting and take cell phones. We keep in contact with them via our cell phones while we are enroute. My sisters and I prefer to go in pairs. Someone with us. We take the cell phone and home phone of the next person on the transport route and/or the transport organizer so that we have a contact. This is just commonsense safety. We also start with a full tank of gas so we don't have to stop enroute. You don't want to leave dogs in an unattended car, especially in hot or cold weather. Elaine and Melinda always have a crate, old beach towels/baby blankets/afghans to try and make them comfortable. They take extra leashes, collars, heavy welding gloves (in case a dog is a biter) and an emergency kit for any immediate medical care. So if you see someone walking pitiful dogs around a Cracker Barrel, don't judge too quickly. More than likely they aren't abusive owners as much as they are rescuing dogs and transporting them.

The little orange Pommie is real cute and sweet. But Elaine has her hands full with grooming. She didn’t want the dog groomed before she got her because paying someone to do it is expensive and she can do it herself. And one in this kind of shape would be shaved with clippers down to the skin. Sometimes it damages the hair follicles and the hair doesn't grow back. She scissors them. Plus, she gets before and after pics and that helps get a prospective adopters attention.

Poor thing was dropped off at a shelter drop box. He was so matted, filthy with fleas and ticks, teeth in terrible condition, eyes rheumy, a cough. So he needs a lot of TLC. But he’s really cute and sweet tempered. All in all, it was a good transport. The Mama and puppies weren't any trouble and the Pommie wasn't any trouble.

There have been dog transports that were nightmares. Dogs that are sick in your car. Extremely anxious, scared dogs whining or barking the whole time. The person on the next leg of the transport forgets and doesn't show up or an emergency occurs on the way and they can't show up (that happens pretty rarely, most rescuers are serious about this). Dogs who slip out of their leash while walking them and they are on the run again. The weather is super hot/cold or raining/snowing and yet having to walk the dogs so they can go potty. Bad traffic, getting caught in a standstill, etc.

I remember when I adopted Spunky Monkey, he was in a foster home that was 5 hours one way from me. My youngest sister, Melinda, and I drove down there on a cold November day. I fell in love with my little special needs boy and I adopted him and we started back. It started pouring rain and was cold and dark and he woke up and had to go potty. He's blind and deaf, he doesn't know where he is or who we are. We stop at a McDonalds and I crouch over him with an umbrella to give him cover so he could do his business. Well, it was too wet and cold and he refused so we hit the road again and he went back to sleep. We made it home without mishap and I named him Spunky Monkey because he is such a brave little boy. It was an exhausting trip but the end result was worth it. I had my baby boy!

Meanwhile, yesterday, I get home and could feel the creepy, crawlies on me. You have to remember that we were in contact with who knows what diseases, fleas, ticks, bad teeth (which has terrible bacteria and one sneeze and it's all over you), etc. I don't want anything and I certainly don't want to pass anything to my little protected babies. My dogs are pretty cocooned, therefore could be devastated by the diseases brought in by dogs in this kind of shape. I washed my hands 4 times while we were on the trip, PLUS I was using antibacterial hand gel over and over again. We were in Elaine's car so I'm sure she cleaned it well. If it was mine, I would be washing the steering wheel with antibacterial and spraying seats, floor, pedals, dash with Lysol. Elaine keeps a new dog like this quarantined from the rest of her pack until she determines if it's sick or not. She grooms them immediately and follows up with trips to the Vet ASAP. Dental work is done, spaying/neutering, vaccinations, heartworm prevention or treatments, etc.

I hollered at Stan from the door and got him to bring me my trusty can of Lysol. I pulled off my shoes and sprayed in, out and around them before I even walked in the door. Then I stepped in and pulled all my clothes off and threw them in the washer. I ran to the shower and bathed before I even touched my dogs. I don’t want them getting anything from the germs I have from holding the dogs, etc. I will post "After" pictures of the Pommie when Elaine does them.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Are you different?

Are you different?

We think we are such individuals; so different from the rest. We think we stand out. I'm sure you've seen video footage of a street in New York with thousands of people walking the streets,
going to and from work. Rarely do you notice anyone that stands out as different. If so, they become an object of ridicule. Some people purposefully do outrageous things so they will stand out and be different, deliberately making themselves the object of ridicule as long as they don't blend into the scenery. Do you every feel that way?

Do you try to do things outrageous just to get a rise out of someone? Trying to be different you get a tattoo or shave your head or grow your hair long or get your nose pierced? We want to be so different, we don't want to be like everyone else. But, in reality, how many people do you think get a tattoo? Thousands! Maybe, probably, millions! How many people cut their hair into a mohawk? Thousands! In reality, how many people get their noses pierced? Millions! So, do you really think that by changing your appearance in some bizarre way you will be different? Can you really do anything to your appearance that hasn't already been done by someone, or thousands and millions of "someones"?

So next you try to change your lifestyle, your behavior. So you try being sexually outre (out there) by trying various perversions. Do you really think no one else has thought of it? Well, how about taking drugs? That will make you different, a rebel, a somebody! Unfortunately, millions of others have tried and lost in that game too. Then how about trying to be different by acting outrageous, saying things that are shocking, getting every eye to turn in your direction. When, really, they are just ready to laugh at you and at your expense. How many millions of people have tried howling at the moon for attention? So are you very different?

Teenagers are especially naive to think that they can be different. They think if they dress and behave like all their peers, they are different from their parents and therefore...? They cannot understand that Mom and Dad went through the same feelings when they were teens and tried to be a part of the teen scene of their day. Teens can't understand that they may experiment with different fashions but it makes them no different from their peers.

This picture looks just like a hallway at the local high school in Anywhere, USA. Can you tell one penquin...er, student, from another? They wear their hair the same, the same clothes. The girls look like they went to the same makeup artist to put their makeup on. The same jewelry, backpacks..."Everyone else has one!" But they think they are so different. Back in my day you had some who had overbites, some had bad teeth, some had acne, some were skinny and some were heavy. At least there were some differences, but today, with excellent dental care, dermatologists, credit cards...they can all look the same! And they do. They shop together in cliques and buy the same stuff. Stores that target teenage girls hire teen girls, the same age as their target group, to man the stores so the customers will buy what the salesgirls sell because they are peers, they are the same!

Here is a group of teenagers on the beach. They wear the same teeny, weeny bikinis and the same pulled down swim trunks as every other teen on the beach. They want to be different and yet they are afraid to be different from the other teens around them. They just want to be different from Mom & Dad. They see themselves as so important and yet they are just one of millions of other people who also want to be important and unforgettable. They are the center of their universe and so self absorbed that they can't even begin to realize how very insignificant they are.

And if something makes a teen a little bit different, then the other teens will pick on you. Have you ever been pecked to death? It's a long, slow process of torturous death. It can be little things that hurt someone's feelings or it can be constant torture that kills someone inside. As long as it's not them, they don't care, they just join in because everyone else is doing it.

Then there are the wolves in sheeps clothing. They hide in plain sight, acting as though they are the same as everyone else. Hiding their sin and acting as though they are God's gift to the world. Priests who prey on children; handymen who cheat elderly widows; realtors who steal real estate from innocent sellers; developers who lie and cheat people out of their valuable real estate; landlords who don't take care of their holdings to the hurt of their renters; businessmen who abuse their workers or steal from their retirement accounts...wiley foxes. The rest of us don't know because they blend in. But God knows them.

What does God have to say about us? How can we be different?

  • First we must realize that we are like sheep. Recognizing that we are limited in our knowledge and unable to determine our destiny is a step of maturity. We must realize we are sinners in need of a Savior. And Jesus is our Savior. He came to be the Shepherd of the Sheep. We must recognize Him as our Shepherd, our Leader, our King and we must learn to trust Him and let Him be our Guide.

Isaiah 53:6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.

Matthew 18:11-14 For the Son of Man has come to save that which was lost. What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them strays, does he not leave the ninety and nine and go into the mountains and seek the straying one? And if it happens that he finds it, truly I say to you, he rejoices more over it than over the ninety and nine which did not stray. Even so it is not the will of your Father in Heaven that one of these little ones should perish.

John 10:1-16 Truly, truly, I say to you, He who does not enter into the sheepfold by the door, but going up by another way, that one is a thief and a robber. But he who enters in by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. The doorkeeper opens to him, and the sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. And when he puts forth his own sheep, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him. For they know his voice. And they will not follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers. Jesus spoke this parable to them, but they did not understand what it was which He spoke to them. Then Jesus said to them again, Truly, truly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. All who came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them. I am the door. If anyone enters in by Me, he shall be saved and shall go in and out and find pasture. The thief does not come except to steal and to kill and to destroy. I have come so that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. I am the Good Shepherd. The Good Shepherd lays down His life for the sheep. But he who is a hireling and not the shepherd, who does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away. And the wolf catches them and scatters the sheep. The hireling flees, because he is a hireling and does not care for the sheep. I am the Good Shepherd, and I know those that are Mine, and I am known by those who are Mine. Even as the Father knows Me, I also know the Father. And I lay down My life for the sheep. And I have other sheep who are not of this fold. I must also lead those, and they shall hear My voice, and there shall be one flock, one Shepherd.

  • Once we realize our need and that Jesus is our Answer then we can become His Sheep. This sets us apart from the world. The irony is that becoming His Sheep, finally makes us different from the World. We are individuals God created and God loves us, each and every one. But we have a choice and when we make the choice to accept Him as our Savior and be saved then we become born again. Our spirits are born and the Holy Spirit comes to live with our spirit in our hearts. In fact, the Bible says that the Holy Spirit is the seal of His acceptance. It's like having a stamp on our forehead that says "I belong to Jesus Christ". Now, we are no longer just individuals that He created but we are His individual that carries His Holy Spirit. We are one of His Children. We are royalty, Children of the God of the Universe. We are finally SOMEBODY!!! There are millions of children in this world but my Mom knows me because I'm HER child. There are millions of individuals in this world but God knows me because I'm HIS child.

Psalm 79:13 Then we, Your people and sheep of Your pasture, will give You thanks forever; we will show forth Your praise to all generations.

Psalm 95:6-7 Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before Jehovah our maker. For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand. Today if you will hear His voice,

Do you see the irony? It's so upside down from our thinking. We think if we are like everyone else then we will be different and unforgettable, making our mark on the world. But that doesn't even make sense. On the other hand, if we but humble ourselves and realize that we are just dumb sheep in need of a Shepherd, if we submit ourselves and turn to Christ, we become SOMEBODY! We become a child of the Living God. He takes an interest in everything about us. We are unforgettable to Him. He can use us to make a mark on the world. He becomes personally involved in our lives. He loves us that much!!!!

1 Peter 2:24-25 He Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that dying to sins, we might live to righteousness; by whose stripes you were healed. For you were as sheep going astray, but now you are turned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.

God begins to be very seriously involved in maturing us and growing us up in Christ. We begin to face lessons to teach us how to be good, kind, loving, patient, etc. If we fail, He picks us back up and tries again. He will never give up on us. We get One-on-one instruction for the rest of our lives. You may catch me on a bad day and I might be gripey or do something stupid...but God isn't finished with me yet. He may have to "whup my behind" sometimes but He will make sure I learn the lesson and I'm far enough along to know that I'd rather not have to have a "whuppin'" from the Lord! I like the easy lessons so I try to listen up good. But I'm so thankful that I don't have to blend in. I don't have to do stupid, outrageous things to be different. I don't have to jump up and down, screaming to get attention. I don't have to get painful piercings to make myself look weird. I don't have to walk bowlegged to keep my pulled-down pants up. I don't have to dress like a prostitute (or act like one) to get a boyfriend. I don't have to make a certain amount of money to be accepted. I don't have to look like Miss America to be loved. I have it all with Jesus.

And by accepting Christ, I am born again. I am a new creature in Christ Jesus. I'm no longer of this world. I'm an alien, a stranger, a foreigner, I'm different. How can you tell someone is a foreigner? They speak a different language, they dress differently, they have different holidays and cultural celebrations, they don't recognize our way of doing things. And diplomatic immunity means they don't have to follow our laws.

Well, as a Child of God, I'm a foreigner here on this earth. I speak a different language. I don't curse, or use foul language. I shouldn't be telling off color jokes or being rude. I dress differently. I don't wear immodest clothes and I shouldn't be painting myself up or piercing myself or tattooing myself like the world does. I should be wearing modest clothes. I shouldn't be offensive to others or displaying myself in a way that is a temptation to others. I celebrate Christian holidays and go to church on Sunday mornings to celebrate. I should be following the laws of my land written in the Bible. I shouldn't be doing everything everyone else is doing here in this world. I'm from a different world and I should be following the ways of my homeland.

We are different, we should be standing out like a sore thumb. But not by doing stupid things but by doing Christlike things. We can be kind when everyone else is rude. We can give a hug when everyone else is sneering. We can be patient when everyone else is in a hurry and forcing their way ahead of the line. We can be good tempered when everyone else is bad tempered. We can be honest and fair in our business dealings when everyone else is lying, cheating and stealing. That is how we are to be different.

Are you really different?

My devotion - Exodus 36

Exodus 36

Exodus 36:1-2 "And Bezaleel and Aholiab shall work with everyone wise of heart to whom Jehovah has given wisdom and intelligence, to know how to do every work of the service of the sanctuary, concerning all which Jehovah had commanded." And Moses called Bezaleel and Aholiab, and every wise-hearted man in whose heart Jehovah had put wisdom, even everyone whose heart stirred him up to come, to do the work.

The talents we are entrusted with must not be laid up, but laid out. - Matthew Henry's Commentary

We are endowed with certain talents that God has put within us, then through our education and experience He insures that we are trained to do what He will ask us to do. But despite having our talents and abilities and training we must still wait until the Call. Once we have been called to do the work, we have a choice on whether or not to obey. We can always use our talents, abilities and training for ourselves or in the "worship" of idols such as money, fame, etc. Or we can choose to use it for God and answer His call. It is up to us whether we obey God's Call.

So I see several things here:
  • God is the one who gives us the natural abilities, the training of those abilities, the strength to work in these abilities. But He also gives us supernatural giftings that we are not born with but are given as needed. God's grace given as we need it. Such as the spiritual gifts of prophesy, healings, words of wisdom, etc. He also grows spiritual gifts within us as we mature as Christians such as love, kindness, goodness, humility, patience, self control. We can take no credit for any of these giftings whether they be natural talents we are born with; strength to use those talents; training and experience; supernatural gifts; or spiritual gifts of character. They are all from God, developed by God, and used by God.
  • Despite all the gifts God has given us, there is still one thing we must wait on before jumping into ministry. We must wait on God's timing. When He calls, we are ready to answer. You see the Hebrews could have used their talents to make idols for themselves...Oops, they did didn't they? Those same talents and abilities and training were used to make a golden calf idol in Exodus 33. They had learned and been trained in Egypt by pagans to make their monuments and idols and items for the Pharoah. This meant that their God-given talents were being misused in the service of the Pharoah and in idolatry. Of course, God used the Egyptians to teach and train these men and women. Just like our godless public schools can be used to teach and train our children. But we are to use our talents and training for God's work and we must do it in God's timing. Don't chafe if it doesn't come soon enough and jump in and do something all on your own...even if you think it is work for the Lord. We must be called! And don't hesitate when the Call comes, but do what He is leading you to do. Hesitation is disobedience and lack of faith. Jumping ahead is impatience and lack of faith. Both are sinful.
  • We have a choice. God provides use with natural talents, training and supernatural giftings but we can choose whether it is used for God or not. So many natural musicians use their talent for rock and roll bands and end up rich and miserable, famous and unable to cope. We hear the stories all the time...poor musician makes it big; gets hooked on drugs, alcohol and sex; tries rehab a lot; loses it all. It's so sad. Or the naturally talented singers or actors...same story. How about the naturally talented inventors...same story. Or the naturally talented business leaders...same story. They lose their families, they lose all semblance of reality, they lose their minds, and, in the end, they lose all their money and/or fame. And EVERYONE ages out. One day it's all forgotten. So when you recognize a natural talent, cultivate it and train yourself. Then pray and wait for the Call. When the Call comes, don't hesitate but obey and watch God work!

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