What I Believe


Compare yourself with those who on the Lord’s Day hear nothing except the dismal sound of the world. What a privilege it is for you to hear the proclamation of the gospel!
Bakker, Frans.


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Compare yourself with those who on the Lord’s Day hear nothing except the dismal sound of the world. What a privilege it is for you to hear the proclamation of the gospel! Bakker, Frans.

It is difficult to define Hiraeth, but to me it means the consciousness of man being out of his home area and that which is dear to him. That is why it can be felt even among a host of peoples amidst nature's beauty. D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones

. . like a Christian yearning for Heaven. . .


Thankful Thursday

This past week I have been thankful for. . .


. . .God's mercy in keeping us safe with an undetected CO leak in our furnace.

. . . Our new safe, energy efficient furnace.

. . . Relearning the Shorter Catechism.

. . . Being back in church after missing last week due to illness.

. . . the Lord's Supper

. . . Bible Study.

. . . Requests for work in 2012 to start filling up my work calendar.

. . . Mild weather as winter approaches.

. . . Christmas lights in the house on chilly, dark mornings and warm, cozy evenings.

. . . Christmas movies shared together as a family.

. . . The companionship Tom and I enjoy as we run errands together.

. . . No more yard work!

. . . Understanding and forgiveness from a friend.

. . . The mysterious 'self fixing' of my laptop.  So thankful I didn't have to get it serviced.

. . . all the ladies in our Ladies' Bible Study.

. . .a nap on a gloomy afternoon.

And these two!  


None dare call it 'leftover'

So last night I made a roast chicken for dinner with wild rice pilaf as a side dish.  Steamed cauliflower rounded out the plate--it was a good dinner.

I took a short cut to pilaf:  I prepared a box of Uncle Ben's Wild rice according to directions on the box and while it was cooking, I sauteed 1 onion,  1/2 sweet orange pepper, 1 large grated carrot and about 5 or 6 baby bella mushrooms, sliced thin, in olive oil.  Once the rice was done, I folded the sauteed vegetables.  Easy peasy.

This morning I'm making soup.  I think I'll call it Roast Chicken Pilaf soup because that's really all it is--leftover chicken and leftover pilaf brought together with broth.  The broth has been fortified by adding the salty, brown pan drippings from the roast chicken (fat skimmed). How simple is that?  I just got it together and tasted it and WOW!  It's really good and so easy!  Which is why I'm sharing this with you.

Repurposing leftovers can lead to some really great and unexpected meals.  Some are hard to replicate but others become family favorites in their own right.  I think this will fall into that category.


December Status report

It's been a long time since I've done one of Lisa's Status Reports!

Sitting...in my studio. Not working.  Noodling around on the computer.

Stressing...for a while this morning because a group of keys on my laptop (t,g,h,v) wouldn’t work and I couldn’t log into my computer because I needed a ‘t’ in my password.

Double stressing because I typed up the notes I planned on using to navigate through this morning’s Bible study in Acts 3 and hadn’t printed them yet. 

Relieved . . .that closing the lid and re-opening it has seemed to fix the problem.

Decorating...is all done except the poor old Charlie Brown-ish tree on the front porch.  Sam’s job—it may  never get decorated this year, but the lights are still pretty.

Listening...to Ivy digging around with the couch pillows in the living room, making a nest.

Wondering... what I'm wondering about.  Nothing comes to mind.

Thankful...that my computer isn’t disabled.

Reading…believe it or not, I’m not actively reading anything at present.  I am listening to World Without End on my iPod.

Thinking...We better eat that leftover chicken for lunch today.

Closing...soon to be closing the books on business year 2011.  Only one more job on the calendar this year.  It’s been a very good year!

Feeling...tired of just thinking of all the things coming up in the next few weeks at this busy time of year!

Anticipating...Sam’s upcoming college graduation and Open House.

Walking...Ivy would love me to walk her today but I don’t think I’ll get to it until after supper.  Poor girl.

Wishing...I wasn’t so forgetful.



Texted to me from John:

Elliott:  "Daddy, we don't have any animals.  We don't have any pets either!  We just have Madelyn and she's a kid."


Sunday Hymn: Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus

Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a king,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

Trinity Hymnal #145


Look how they've grown!


Dressed up like Glee for Hallowe'en:

Aren't they adorable?


Coming out of retirement

I think it's time.  Lately, I've been thinking of things I'd blog about if I were still blogging.  

Hello, Hiraeth!  I've missed you!


Quote of the Week:  Edwards

The way to Heaven is ascending; we must be content to travel uphill, though it be hard and tiresome, and contrary to the natural bias of our flesh.

The Christian Pilgrim, 1733

Jonathan Edwards


Thankful Thursday

Even though, for all intents and purposes, Hiraeth is retired, I had to post my thankfulness publically today.

Yesterday afternoon, our family said good bye to our dear, sweet Eve.  She has had a series of medical issues over the past few months.  Less than a week ago, I took her to the vet to have stitches removed from her most recent removal of her recurring mouth tumors.  She was limping, so I wanted our vet to see what was wrong with her foot.  Turns out she had a neurological problem that was causing her to walk on her tippy toes--not easy for a geriatric dog.  And then we found the tumor on the side of her belly.  It came from nowhere and our vet said he didn't recommend treating it at this point.  So we brought her home with another pill to treat her neurological problem and began to wait.  We knew what we were waiting for but we didn't think it would come so soon.  The tumor grew rapidly and Tuesday evening we noticed that she had bleeding under the skin.  With the rapidity of the growth, we we made the decision to say good bye before she was in pain.

So yesterday I sat on the floor in the office; kissing her, whispering into her deaf ears, and looking into her blind eyes telling her over and over what every dog wants to hear, "I love you Evie.  You are a good girl."

I think she heard me.

Thank you God, for the companionship and love of our sweet Eve.  We are so grateful for her life.



Quote of the Week:  Hugo

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.

Victor Hugo



Sunday Hymn: Great God, how infinite are Thou!

Great God, how infinite art thou!
How poor and weak are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.

Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever living God,
Were all the nations dead.

Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there's nothing old appears;
To thee there's nothing new.

Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.

Great God, how infinite art thou!
How poor and weak are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.


Quote of the Week:  M'Cheyne

The purest joy in the world is joy in Christ Jesus." - Robert Murray M'Cheyne 


Sunday Hymn: O Jesus, We Adore Thee

Original Trinity Hymnal, #193

O Jesus, we adore thee,
Upon the cross, our King!
We bow our hearts before thee,
Thy gracious name we sing.
That name hath brought salvation,
That name in life our stay,
Our peace, our consolation,
When life shall fade away.

Yet doth the world disdain thee,
Still passing by the cross;
Lord, may our hearts retain thee;
All else we count but loss.
Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned thee,
And nailed thee to the tree:
Our pride, our Lord, disdained thee;
Yet deign our hope to be.

O glorious King, we bless thee,
No longer pass thee by;
O Jesus, we confess thee
The Son enthroned on high.
Lord, grant to us remission;
Life through thy death restore;
Yea, grant us the fruition
Of life for evermore.


Thankful Thursday

Psalm 111:1 Praise the Lord!
I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart,
in the company of the upright, in the congregation.
Great are the works of the Lord,
studied by all who delight in them.
Full of splendor and majesty is his work,
and his righteousness endures forever.
He has caused his wondrous works to be remembered;
the Lord is gracious and merciful.
He provides food for those who fear him;
he remembers his covenant forever.
He has shown his people the power of his works,
in giving them the inheritance of the nations.
The works of his hands are faithful and just;
all his precepts are trustworthy;
they are established forever and ever,
to be performed with faithfulness and uprightness.
He sent redemption to his people;
he has commanded his covenant forever.
Holy and awesome is his name!
10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom;
all those who practice it have a good understanding.
His praise endures forever!


Sunday Hymn: All things that on the earth do dwell

Original Trinity Hymnal, #1
Psalm 100

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, his praise forth-tell,
Come ye before him and rejoice.

The Lord ye know is God indeed;
Without our aid he did us make;
We are his folk, he doth us feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take.

O enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.


Sunday Hymn: O God, Most Holy are Thy Ways

Original Trinity Hymnal, #41
Psalm 77:13-20

O God, most holy are thy ways,
And who like thee deserves my praise?
Thou only doest wondrous things,
The whole wide world thy glory sings;
Thine outstretched arm thy people saved,
Though sore distressed and long enslaved.

O God, from thee the waters fled,
The depths were moved with mighty dread,
The swelling clouds their torrents poured,
And o'er the earth the tempest roared;
'Mid lightning's flash and thunder's sound
Great trembling shook the solid ground.

Thy way was in the sea, O God,
Through mighty waters, deep and broad;
None understood but God alone,
To man thy footsteps were unknown;
But safe thy people thou didst keep,
Almighty Shepherd of thy sheep.


Quote of the Week:  Calvin

No one, who is seriously touched and moved by the fear of God, will ever dare to raise up his eyes to heaven, since the more he strives after true righteousness, the clearer he sees how far he is from it. 

John Calvin, Commentary on Romans


Quote of the Week:  Anonymous

"You'll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind."

Irish Proverb


Sunday Hymn: O Lord most high

Original Trinity Hymnal, #44
Psalm 9:1-2, 7-11

O Lord most high, with all my heart
Thy wondrous works I will proclaim;
I will be glad and give thee thanks
And sing the praises of thy name.

The Lord, the everlasting King,
Is seated on his judgment throne;
The righteous Judge of all the world
Will make his perfect justice known.

Jehovah will a refuge prove,
A refuge strong for all oppressed,
A safe retreat, where weary souls
In troublous times may surely rest.

All they, O Lord, that know thy Name
Their confidence in thee will place,
For thou hast ne'er forsaken them
Who earnestly have sought thy face.

Sing praises to the Lord most high,
To him who doth in Zion dwell;
Declare his mighty deeds abroad,
His deeds among the nations tell.

Trinity Hymnal 


Sunday Hymn: Laden with Guilt

 Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spir­it­u­al Songs, 1707-1709

Laden with guilt, and full of fears,
I fly to Thee, my Lord,
And not a glimpse of hope appears
But in Thy written Word.
The volume of my Father’s grace
Does all my griefs assuage;
Here I behold my Savior’s face
Almost in every page.

This is the field where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown;
That merchant is divinely wise
Who makes the pearl his own.
Here consecrated water flows
To quench my thirst of sin;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.

This is the Judge that ends the strife
Where wit and reason fail,
My guide to everlasting life
Through all this gloomy vale.
O may Thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to Thy right hand.

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