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Friday, May 30, 2014

The Man I knew

The Man I Knew

Greg’s life as I saw it---(written by Sue, but read by our nephew, Caleb at Greg’s funeral)

Most of you here today may remember Greg as the boy you saw growing up or the young man that entered your life in his late teens.  Today is all about honoring and appreciating the man he became.

Greg graduated from Batesville High School at age 16.  He  entered Ole Miss majoring in Math with a long term goal of serving in the United States Air Force.  Accomplishing this would require determination and focus. 

When I met him, he had just finished his sophomore year of college with the aid of an ROTC scholarship and working full time as an orderly at the hospital in Oxford, MS.

Sometime in his 16th year, Greg attended a movie sponsored by the Billy Graham Crusade.  His heart was stirred by the salvation message of the production and Greg realized that he was a sinner and deserved an eternity in Hell.  He learned that Jesus willingly paid that penalty for his sins and died in his place on the cross. An invitation to accept Christ as his Savior and Lord became the defining moment in his life and it was evident in the years that followed that this decision was not made with empty impulsive emotion, but with a sincere faith that he would someday live in Heaven with his Lord.

On August 1st, 1976 as he was clocking in for the 4-12PM shift, he took notice of this blue-eyed brunette nursing student who was starting her new summer job.  
I had just completed my 1st year of nursing school and was chatting with her sister-in-law, an LPN, who also worked at the facility.

It should be noted that Greg wasted no time pumping the LPN relative for information about the girl and made sure he memorized her work floor assignment every day. 

The orderlies had no specific floor duty, but were paged when needed to help.  The student nurse was told later in the relationship, that when her unit called for help, Greg would race up the stairs to where she was, and then casually saunter onto the unit as if he was conveniently close by.

His efforts were rewarded by a first date on August 5th. Before the month had ended, it was apparent to the couple that love had blossomed.

This nursing student had many opportunities in the days ahead to observe the tender-hearted, but fun-loving young man in action.  One incident I recall is that Greg had a particularly soft spot in his heart for an elderly Alzheimer patient named Hiram Goforth.

Hiram was often confused and thought he was still on his farm and that the chores needed to be done.  He could not rest until his mules were fed and watered.  Greg would assure the anxious gentleman that he would take care of all the work and he would leave the room briefly, and then return to announce that all the animals had been settled in for the night.

Poor Hiram had no teeth and the pureed hospital food was often rejected by this man who seemed to be wasting away 
despite their care.  Knowing that his meager paycheck sometimes left him eating popcorn for supper, it was especially heartwarming to see Greg buy the Mallo-mars Hiram loved and enjoyed in spite of his toothlessness.

His mischievous and humorous side was also observed that summer when he and the orderlies he worked with planned and implemented several elaborate, though harmless, pranks on unsuspecting victims.

One scheme involved 2 orderlies pushing a sheet covered supposedly deceased person through a crowded emergency waiting room and accidently tipping the guy playing the corpse onto the floor.  Nary a sound was heard in the room as the two pushing the cart reloaded the unfortunate deceased back onto it and cheerfully left the room whistling the tune, “Heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s off to work we go.”

Greg and Susan (or Sue as she is known by many of her friends), became engaged in September of 1976.  They both knew that finishing their education was a priority so while Sue continued her studies at Baptist Hospital in Memphis TN- Greg remained in Oxford.

He shared an apartment with another college attending orderly, but when the fellow decided to move on, Greg found he was unable to afford the rent by himself.  He visited his future in-laws over the Christmas holidays and when Sue returned to Memphis in January, Greg simply stayed on, living with her parents, helping out wherever he was needed, and winning their trust that their daughter was going to be in good hands when they married.

He knew he was accepted as a member of the family the morning he awoke to the sounds of Susan’s Dad retching in the bathroom next door after his kidney dialysis treatment.  As he lay there, he realized that he also was sick to his stomach and urgently needed to use the facilities himself.  The only option was to race across the house to the other restroom and try to avoid the carpeted areas ahead of him. 

Mrs. Cook (Sue’s mother) was making breakfast in the vinyl floored kitchen when Greg suddenly rounded the corner and could no longer hold his illness back.  His future mother in law looked up from her skillet and said wryly, “You DO realize that you’re going to have to clean that up!!”

Greg had a romantic nature toward his bride-to-be.  He was the sentimental one in the relationship.  He brought me flowers often, but though I appreciated the thought, it went against my practical and thrifty nature to see money spent on something that was so short-lived. They decided together that if he felt the need, he should buy only 3 flowers-one for each word in the phase, “I LOVE YOU.”  Needless to say, I received 3 flowers often and for no special reason.  I carried 3 pink roses atop a Bride’s Bible on my wedding day.

In May of 1978, 19 months after his proposal, Greg and I were married at the Baptist church in Paris, MS.  I was now a registered nurse and he would be commissioned into the Air Force within months. 

He cherished his young bride and felt helpless and guilty as they drove away from her childhood home in December of 1978 to begin their new life together.  They were headed across country to Mather Air Force Base in Sacramento, California.

This wife of 31 ½ years recalls his unfailing tenderness and patience as I cried from Paris, MS almost non-stop to Texarkana, TX.  Because of this, I was able to eventually overcome her homesickness and happily transition to 7 different bases in 20 years and 3 subsequent moves after his retirement from the Air Force.

Greg loved kids and made a special effort almost every Sunday to drop by the church nursery to make faces at the toddlers and try to get them to laugh. 

One especially successful trick was to teach them to “Give him five.”  As they slapped his hand, he would pull his hand away and pretend that he was in extreme pain.  This always made the kids laugh and over time he would reach across the Dutch door of the nursery and the entire room of toddlers would run toward him so they could be the first one to make Mr. Greg feel some pain.  They loved him!!!

In November of 1988, the couple welcomed a baby daughter into their family.  As this new mother lay exhausted in her bed, I watched as the very first diaper was changed by the new Dad.  The hands that had ministered with confidence to so many elderly patients now trembled as he took gentle care of his baby girl.

Two and a half years later, this exhausted and very sore wife would again observe him holding their 10 lb. 4 oz. newborn baby boy.  This time he said with a twinkle in his eye, “Honey, I think this might be it…I don’t know if I can go through this again.”

Greg’s military career progressed as he reached one goal after another.  He began as a 2nd Lt. who trained as navigator in an RC-135.  His missions were of a highly confidential nature.  His commanding officers commended his leadership, cool-headedness to perform in an emergency, and his ability to teach other young navigators without insulting their intelligence or undermining their confidence.

Greg ascended in the ranks until he reached the position of Major and was stationed at the Pentagon.  His devotion and time commitment to his family, his work ethic, and his service at his local church left him little free time.  Because he was not willing to devote less time to any of these endeavors, he missed the deadline for a class essential to his making the rank of Lt. Colonel.  It must be said he was very disappointed that he was passed over for promotion.  His commanding officers were stunned and not a little upset that a flyer as fine as Greg did not make rank when in their opinion less talented individuals were promoted.

This career setback was lessened when he received a personal request to come work for a well respected division of the military located at Wright-Patterson AFB in Dayton, OH called Big Safari.  It was to be the best experience of his military career and he gained knowledge and made friends and business contacts that were invaluable to him in his future business executive positions.  He often said that if he had made rank, his job post retirement would have had a very different and less satisfying outcome.

Greg was reading his bible one day and came across a verse in Psalms chapter 75, verse 6- “For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. “   Since God is as far North as you can get, Greg accepted with a grateful heart that God did not give him what he WANTED, God gave him something much, much better.

The transition to civilian life was hard for Greg. The “dog eat dog” mentality of the business world, and the stepping on someone else to climb your way to the “top of the heap” was foreign to him. He had spent 20 years working with a group of men and women who had a common goal to serve and protect.  He was a team player in every sense of the word and would far rather see success given to the group as a whole than to be the “top dog.”

If I could pinpoint one flaw in Greg I noticed early in our relationship, it was his personal lack of self-confidence.  I believe he overcame this by working hard to do his best at whatever task he was given.  He had an analytical mind and anything he did whether it was preparing a briefing for work or packing a car for a trip was done with great thought and preparation.  He love to make lists when working on a project and I teased him about this at times, but I have learned the value this habit.  I never do anything without making one.  I also saw that as he matured and grew more confident, he remained a very humble man.

I also admired his ability to do math in his head.  He could calculate to the penny the total amount of the cost of the groceries in our shopping cart.  I will miss my human calculator in more ways than one.

Greg always put my needs and those of our kids above his.  He never made a purchase above $50, especially on himself, without checking in with me first.  It wasn’t asking my permission either.  He was making sure that everyone else got what they needed and wanted first and that there were no unexpected expenses he was not aware of.

We were involved in many churches over our 31 years and frequent moves.  They became an extended family and support system to us as we lived so far from our own folks in   Mississippi. Greg loved being an usher greeting people, but he would do anything asked of him.  He had an amazing ability to see what needed to be done and just did it.

We both enjoyed entertaining guests in our home and we often invited people we just met over for a meal.  The military lifestyle calls for making friends quickly because you are never in one place for very long.  Of course we did not become good friends with everyone we met, but we enjoyed meeting new people even if we didn’t have a lot in common with them. We had a standing joke that said, “All our guests bring joy…  Some by coming, others by leaving.”

I also enjoyed writing humorous skits that featured a married couple.  Though he usually did not want to be the center of attention, he would dress up in any weird costume I needed him to if he thought someone would get a laugh out of it.  It always did.  

He was always supportive of the things I love to do. I enjoyed cooking and decorating for weddings and other events and Greg cheerfully loaded, unloaded, and was my “go and get it” guy when I forgot something.  He brought me cookbooks often from the places he traveled to and encouraged me in my goal of someday writing one myself.

I finished it in December of 2008 and sent it to the printer in January ‘09.  I wrote it for our children, Emily and Andrew, but the dedication was “ to the most wonderful husband and sweetheart any woman could be blessed with.  It is he who has given me the freedom to be the person that I am (flawed as that is)-to love me even when I am cranky, help me when I am overwhelmed, to listen when I need to vent, be my “go-fer” when I am catering and make my coffee every morning.” (He didn’t even drink coffee).

We were preparing for that stage of life where it was going to be all about us.  The children were grown and in college, and he had already left an extremely stressful job that required him to travel almost weekly.

He had accepted a position at a company whose work focused on supporting military issues involving the Navy.  His high security clearances and previous background was tailor made for this job. The travel was minimal. I can visualize him walking to our car after the interview.  He was trying to repress the excitement he felt over the job and said to me, “I think I could really enjoy working with these folks.”

He had been employed with this company for 2 weeks when the unexpected happened.

Greg told me many, many times that all he ever wanted to do was make me happy.  I guess except for that final act he had no control over, he met that life goal. 

He truly lived the verse that was his favorite.  Galations 2:20 “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I ,but Christ liveth in me; and the life I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God who loved me and gave himself for me.”

At the posting of this memorial, he has been gone 4 years, 7  months, & 12 days.  Some days are harder than others.  Grief rears its head when one least expects it.  Caring friends help, but the ‘One who never leaves or forsakes’ is always who I go running to for Comfort.  Weeping may last for the night, but joy DOES come.

Oddly enough, one of the hardest tasks for me was to purchase the double headstone.  It took me a year to face up to this task.  I prefer to defer the ‘unpleasant,’I guess.


Since Greg and I never really talked about this particular subject, it was left to me to decide.  His birth & death date are there, and my birthday with a dash beside.  I chose the scripture, “Looking unto Jesus, the author & finisher of our faith” to be inscribed on the black granite slab.  In death we look to Him, and in my continuing this life, my “dash” so to speak, I have learned to rely on Christ as never before.  His grace IS sufficient.  I have hope that I too, will finish well.

Confectionately  Yours,

Sue

Monday, May 26, 2014

Happy Memorial Day

Celebrations & remembrances most always include good food!!  Here is a great potato for your next get-together!

This recipe came to me from a former pastor's wife. She confessed she did not make this often because she could not stop eating it. 
I admit I was not too impressed with the dressing until I added the Miracle Whip. It suddenly changed from yuck to yum! 

This recipe makes a LARGE amount.

PENNSYLVANIA POTATO SALAD

5 lbs. red potatoes                 1/2 c. onions, chopped
6 eggs, hard boiled                1/2 lb. bacon, fried crisp and                                                        crumbled
In large pan, cover potatoes in salted water and cook until fork tender. Drain and cool completely. 

Place eggs in saucepan and cover with cool water. Bring to a boil and boil for 2 minutes. Cover pan and turn off heat. Leave eggs for 45 minutes, then rinse with cool water and cool completely before peeling.

Peel potatoes, if desired and cut into hunks. Cut up eggs. Combine dressing with above ingredients and chill until serving time. Yield: 20+ servings.

Potato Salad Dressing
3/4 c. sugar                         1/3 c. white vinegar
1 tsp. salt                            2-1/2 T. margarine
2 eggs                                 2 c. Miracle Whip salad dressing
2 c. milk
In a saucepan, whisk together flour, sugar, and salt. Mix eggs into dry ingredients.

Slowly add milk, stirring constantly. Add margarine and vinegar. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Cool completely. Add Miracle Whip.

Combine with potatoes, eggs, onions, and bacon.
Note: This recipe came to me from a former pastor's wife. She confessed she did not make this often because she could not stop eating it. 
I admit I was not too impressed with the dressing until I added the Miracle Whip. It suddenly changed from yuck to
yum! Recipe makes a LARGE amount.

Friday, April 25, 2014

White Almond Sour Cream Wedding Cake

Hi Friends,

We moved to the new radio station this week!!  It has been a process over 2 years in the planning & remodeling of the building for WEEC & WFCJ to come together under the umbrella of Strong Tower Christian Media.

I am so blessed to be part of this ministry.  I never dreamed when Greg died & the kids & I relocated to Xenia, Oh (Ohio's City of Hospitality, no less) that God's plan had a radio career in store for me.  I get paid to drink coffee, visit with a friend, & TALK !!  *grin*  My dream job!

My segment, called Confectionately Yours, will be changing too.  Since I'm on air so much now, it doesn't make sense to pre-record and produce the segments.  

I WILL continue to post recipes and talk about food & the spiritual lessons God brings to mind along the way.  

I baked cupcakes this week for my son's birthday.  He is involved with a kid's ministry on Wednesday night's at my church, so a lot of them were needed.  

This recipe makes a large number.  I have done wedding cakes in the past, & this one's a keeper.  

Gotta go....I'm headed to the new station at the Legacy Center campus in Xenia!!


Confectionately  Yours,

Sue



WHITE ALMOND SOUR
CREAM WEDDING CAKE

2 (18.25) boxes white cake mix
1/4 c. vegetable oil

2 c. all purpose flour
2 tsp. vanilla extract

2 c. granulated sugar
2 tsp. almond extract

1-1/2 tsp. salt
2 c. sour cream

2-2/3 c. water
8 large egg whites



Place all dry ingredients in a large mixing bowl and stir with a wire whisk. Add the remaining ingredients and beat on medium speed for 2 minutes.

Pour into greased and floured cake pans, filling each a little over half full. Tap cakes lightly to bring air bubbles to top. 

Bake in a preheated 325° oven until they test done. Baking time varies according to size of the pans used. 

Yield: One-14" & one 6"round OR one 16" round
OR one 12" round & one 10" round OR one 12x18" sheet cake OR one 12" round,
one 8" round, & one 6" round OR two 9" squares OR 5 dozen cupcakes.

Amazing Buttercream Frosting
1 c. butter or margarine
 1/2 tsp. salt

1 c. vegetable shortening
1 T. meringue powder

2 lbs. (8 cups) powdered sugar
1/2 to 1 tsp. clear butter flavor

1 tsp. vanilla extract
4-6 oz. whipping cream

1 tsp. almond extract

Cream butter and sugar until fluffy. Add a portion of the sugar, 1/2 of the cream and the meringue powder. Slowly cream until ingredients are incorporated, adding the rest
of the sugar a little at a time to prevent a sugar "snowstorm" in your kitchen. 

Add salt, flavoring and enough of the whipping cream to make the consistency you need. Beat at medium speed until icing is fluffy.

You may substitute all shortening for the butter
to get a pure white frosting, but it will not taste as good. The frosting will be a pale ivory color with the butter. You can also add Wilton's white coloring to make the
buttercream a white color.

Note: This is such a great cake for a wedding or if you need a large quantity of cupcakes for a bake sale. It freezes beautifully. 

Be sure to put 2 pieces of wax paper between the layers if you freeze them together so you can get them apart easily.

Use the leftover egg yolks for burnt cream, homemade pudding, or pastry cream.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Breakfast Burrito


My son Andrew has taught me a few lessons over the years.   He is not interested in cooking, but he is interested in eating on a regular basis.  I have watched him throw almost any kind of meat and cheese together in a tortilla, nuke it for a minute in the microwave, and dunk this quesadilla into Ranch dressing or Hot wing sauce and make a meal of it.

If he adds some fruit and veges to the mix, it makes for a fairly well balanced meal.  It gave me an idea this week to make a breakfast burrito using what I had leftover from Sunday dinner. 

I had roasted a chicken, baked some potatoes, and made a chef salad.  There were ham chunks left over from the salad, a quarter of an onion, eggs, grated cheese, and those baked potatoes in the fridge.

  I heated an iron skillet with some vegetable oil and cut up a potato in small pieces.  I even left the skin on.  I chopped up the onion in small pieces and tossed it into the skillet with the potatoes and ham chunks.  I did add a little butter to the mix, too.  It adds great flavor.

As the potatoes browned, I beat together a couple of eggs.  I added the eggs to the skillet, turned the heat way down and allowed them to cook through.  I added some cheese, then seasoned to taste with salt and pepper.  Cheese can be very salty, so I wait to season until I’ve tasted the dish.

A flour tortilla heated briefly for 30-40 seconds in the microwave and a generous spoonful of the skillet mixture, and some salsa from the pantry made for a quick and filling breakfast.  I enjoyed it with a cup of coffee while listening to Circle of Friends on WEEC.


What a great way to start the day!! 

Confectionately  Yours,

Sue



Monday, March 17, 2014

Butter My Biscuit

Today's Segment is a repeat....read on....


When I move to a new place, I often take a day to wander at will.  I discover antique stores & farmer's markets I would not normally know about.  It is fun to see what might lie ahead.

Several months ago I found a Country Primitive Store on a lazy afternoon out.  The simplistic style of country appeals to me.  I love crocks, jars, & candles.  Country decorating is so cozy, it just seems to invite one’s guests to relax and be themselves.

My friend Penny owns the store I just mentioned.  She is a believer in Christ that just seems to exude His peace in her life.  It was never more evident to me than when I touched base with her during my last visit to her store.

She & her husband had begun care-taking her elderly father-in-law with Alzheimer’s disease.  This pervasive illness robs one of cognitive memory and physical ability over time.  Penny gave no indication that these present circumstances were in any way a burden to her, even though her father-in-law needed constant supervision.  God’s peace seems to flow from her.

When I inquired as to the level of memory loss, she simply smiled & said that they had not realized the extent of his decline until they moved him into their home.  Often this is the case for Alzheimer’s. She related that sometimes he looks at his plate, but doesn’t know what to do with the food. 

As she put it, “As soon as I butter his biscuit & hand it to him, he knows what to do .” 

As I thought this out later, I was reminded that I am sometimes like Penny’s dear father-in-law.  As I seek God’s will for my life, I look at my full plate of responsibility & wonder what to do with it all.  In my daily quiet time, the Lord speaks & directs.  He “butters my biscuit”, so to speak, & hands it back to me so I can feast at His table.

When my husband died unexpectedly, I became the head of my household.  My children depend on me as a stable influence in their life.  My employer expects a hard worker with a good attitude.  My friends, while gracious & understanding, want a friend that isn’t always whining about the circumstances in her life.  I don’t want to be around that kind of person myself.  :-)

There is beauty in every day & blessings abound even in the midst of difficulty.   I know God has a plan & purpose for me AND for you.

Here are a couple of good biscuit recipes.

ANGEL BISCUITS
2-1/2 tsp. dry yeast 
1/4 c. warm water
1 c. shortening
5 c. all purpose flour
2 c. buttermilk
1 tsp. salt
1/4 c. sugar
 1 T. baking powder

Dissolve yeast in warm water and set aside. Combine flour, sugar, baking powder,
and salt. Cut in shortening until it resembles cornmeal. Add yeast mixture and
buttermilk to dry ingredients. Mix until ingredients are incorporated, but don't over
beat. Turn out onto floured surface. Knead for 1 minute. Roll out dough to 3/4 inch
high and cut with biscuit cutter. Place onto cookie sheet and brush top with melted
butter. Bake in 400° preheated oven for 15 minutes or until brown. Yield: 12-16
biscuits
Note: These are light and fluffy-somewhere between a roll and a true biscuit. Freeze
on a silicone lined cookie sheet until hard, then place in labeled Ziploc's. Fresh
biscuits are minutes away. Baking time increases a bit for frozen biscuits. A word
about silicone cookie sheet liners-they are great!! Get one...or two.

HIGH RISE BISCUITS
(a good basic biscuit)
4 c. all purpose flour
4 tsp. sugar
2 T. baking powder
2/3 c. unsalted butter, chilled
1 tsp. baking soda
1-1/2 c. buttermilk
1 tsp. salt
butter, melted
Preheat oven to 450°. Sift the flour with the baking powder, baking soda, salt, and
sugar in a large bowl. Cut in the butter with a knife. Blend with a pastry blender until
the texture of coarse crumbs. Stir in the buttermilk to form a soft dough. Knead
briefly on a lightly floured board. Roll dough out 1-1/4 inches thick. Cut into 3 inch
rounds and arrange with sides touching. Brush the tops with melted butter. Bake until
golden, about 20-25 minutes. Makes 8-9 large biscuits.

Note: The more you handle biscuit dough, the tougher it gets. A soft dough yields a
moister product. Freeze buttermilk for up to 3 months. It will separate as it thaws. Stir
well to remix the buttermilk, then measure for the recipe. It is perfectly good for
baking. I know you can sour milk with lemon juice as a buttermilk substitute, but I
like the real thing better.

                                         Confectionately  Yours,

Sue

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Keys to the Kingdom


Recently the Lord answered a fervent prayer with a ‘yes.’  The result was a sense of well- being that I still carry with me every time I look at my extra set of keys.  Yes, you heard it right. Keys!!!

You see, since my husband’s death, I have been carrying 2 sets of keys with me at all times.  It’s one of those quirky things widows do as a coping mechanism.  In the past, if I locked my keys in the car, I simply called my husband, and he bailed me out of trouble.  It’s not like it has happened often in my life, but knowing he was my go-to guy and protector was a secure thing for me.

My keys had been missing for 5 days.  I knew the last time I had them, but simply could not remember where I mislaid them.  I prayed, I made phone calls to places where I had been, and searched my pockets, purse and work bag numerous times to no avail.

I still had one set, so life continued on, BUT that sense of anxiety came back every time I saw my single set of keys. Prayers continued.  I talk to the Lord throughout the day.  I knew He knew where my keys were.  HE knows everything!!

Honestly, it was literally minutes after that last prayer when I walked into my workplace and saw my keys sitting on a counter.  I just felt relief flood my being that the Creator of this world cared enough for this absent-minded speck of dust, the HE would lead me to those keys.  He cares for the very minute details of our lives.

I was reminded of the verse, “I sought the Lord and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.”

I baked cookies for my co-workers that day.  Here is the recipe...


GERMAN CHOCOLATE
THUMBPRINT COOKIES


Topping
1 c. sugar 
3 egg yolks, beaten
1 c. evaporated milk 
1-1/2 c. coconut
1/2 c. margarine 
1-1/2 c. chopped pecans
1 tsp. vanilla
In a heavy 2 quart saucepan, combine milk, margarine, vanilla, and egg yolks; blend well. 
Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly for 10 minutes or until thick and bubbly. Remove from heat and stir in pecans and coconut.
Reserve 1 & 1/2 cups topping and set aside for adding to the cookie batter.


Cookies
1 pkg. German chocolate cake mix 
1-1/2 c. topping 
1/3 c. margarine
In a large bowl, combine cake mix, margarine, and the reserved topping. 
Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for 30 minutes for easier handling. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.


Shape dough into 1 inch balls; place 2 inches apart on cookie sheet. 
Make indentation in center of ball; fill indentation with 1/2 tsp. of topping. 
Bake @ 350° for 10 minutes or until set. Cookies will spread a bit. Cool 5 minutes; remove from cookie sheet. Yield: 4 dozen cookies.
Note: This is like a mini German chocolate cake. Feel free to use the topping as the frosting for German chocolate cake, because that is exactly what it is.


Confectionately  Yours,

Sue

Monday, March 3, 2014

A Cord Not Easily Broken



A $10 label maker has become my best friend in this process of organizing my life a little better. I highly recommend them.  I actually bought 2-one for upstairs and one for downstairs.  Organization is an ongoing process & I needed tools at hand and easily accessible if I was to make headway.
There was a particular incident that precipitated this ongoing to desire to get organized.

About 4 weeks after the death of my husband, I began the daunting task of going through his things.  I was so overwhelmed with all that had to be done, but I had to start SOMEWHERE.

I got 3 large snap top plastic boxes and labeled them “Keep” “Donate” and “Toss.”  The “Keep” pile I would divide and conquer another day.  However, I began finding black cords to electronic gizmos.  There were electronic devices, too, but I had no idea what went with what.  Many of the cords were a tangled MESS.

I started a new box & all cords and electronics  went into it.  One night while watching a movie, I tackled THAT box.   Each individual cord was painstakingly untangled and placed in a plastic bag.  I do not exaggerate when I say there were over 60 cords!!
 
As I worked on that project, I was reminded of Ecc 4:12 that speaks of a three fold cord not easily broken.

There were friends in my life that stood in the gap for me during this time of crisis were like this three-fold cord. Their simple presence showed me cared & I was not alone. They hugged, they listened, they prayed for me.  There is strength in numbers. :-)

When life is disorganized and chaotic, if you feel alone in your hurt today, turn to that Three-fold cord that cannot be broken-the Father, the Son, & the Holy Spirit.   I am confident of comfort, provision, and a peace that passes understanding.  God’s Word promises!! & our God always delivers.

Confectionately  Yours,

Sue