tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33954582165529743452024-02-19T11:53:24.196-07:00On The Farm~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-26553060040504488822013-02-03T00:44:00.002-07:002013-02-03T00:44:40.230-07:00Amidst Change<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Times change. People change. Circumstances change. But, Jesus doesn't...and His love remains.<br />
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<i>Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Hebrews 13:8</i><br />
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Candis~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-73874474649915240342013-02-01T23:33:00.000-07:002013-02-01T23:36:07.008-07:00Staying Focused<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Staying focused. Wow...that can be a tall order. I admit, I am a little ADHD, focus is something allusive to me at times. Someone hollers "Squirrel" and my attention averts quicker than a humming bird. I hate this.</div>
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We are powerless without the "Power Source", Jesus. How can a light shine without power? How can a river run without water? How can I walk in the ways of God if I don't stay focused on Him?</div>
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Staying focused on Jesus face, what He says to me. Knowing what He says about me and to me, then maintaining my face forward, looking neither right or left. Following Him as He leads.</div>
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When I do this, distractions disappear. Opinions of others cease to matter when my full attention is on the Savior. Drama ceases. Purpose again fills my life. </div>
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When I am focused my weaknesses disappear and His strength manifests itself in me. </div>
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Fears move way to confidence.</div>
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Hope flourishes. Doubts fade and Love is manifested....felt down to the toes. God provides.</div>
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Burdens disappear behind blinders. Paths of hope and direction are reveiled.</div>
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With God front and center, every need is fulfilled. My way becomes clear.</div>
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I am filled with peace. He's in control.</div>
And, He's so good to redirect His ADHD daughter. His grace is sufficient. When I struggle, all I need do is ask Him for help. He knows I struggle and He loves me still. <br />
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<i>Fix our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith... </i><br />
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<i>...Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. </i><br />
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<i>Do not swerve to the right or left; keep your feet from evil. </i><br />
<i>Proverbs 4:27</i><br />
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Candis~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-47186662298870450342013-01-29T23:49:00.000-07:002013-01-29T23:49:20.312-07:00Psalm 62:5-8Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is
my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My
salvation and my honor depend on God;he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for
God is our refuge.<br />
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Rest is found in God alone.</div>
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~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-53057393737447718442013-01-27T01:48:00.000-07:002013-01-27T01:49:40.821-07:00 Moving On Yes, the rumors are true. This season of life is drawing to a close. We are selling the farm, the business and moving into the next season of life. The past year has been a year of soul searching and redirection. Each season is for our growth and to experience the goodness of God in different ways. I have loved these last years. So much has happened. I will hold this time close to my heart. But God made it evident, our time at the farm is done and its time to move forward.<br />
Forward. Focused. On purpose. One step at a time, illuminated by the lamp, our Father in Heaven. On purpose, and for a purpose. <br />
We've felt a tugging on our hearts to the northern mountains. I am excited. I so love the farm, but am anxious to experience God's goodness through the wind in the pines and cedars. I am excited to teach my kids the art of huckleberry picking. To continue in the joy of simplicity, and the beauty of God's creation. <br />
There are chapters in life. Each of us has a novel, with our names on the cover. Some chapters in the book are short, while others are longer. Some are joyous, while others more challenging. My prayer: that my story will glorify God. That God would grant me the patience, wisdom and discernment to walk as He leads...... God is big, and His love for us is unfathomable. Surrendering it all to Him, that's where weakness is made perfect: in His strength. <br />
I will always hold this place dear to my heart. So many wonderful experiences, faces and times...but I find myself longing for the next chapter of life as well. <br />
God is calling us all forward. One step at a time. This chapter has been such a blessing. In whatever happens, the next will be too, because God is good. <br />
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Much Love,<br />
Candis~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-72754730694454681852013-01-07T00:48:00.001-07:002013-01-07T00:50:58.490-07:00By the Fire<br />
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It's frosty and frozen outside. I sit near the wood stove, the house quiet. It's warm next to the fire. My kids are loving this winter. Their snow pants in varying levels of dampness, are hung to dry. Waiting for a tomorrow of play. The kids are not afraid of the cold...especially when snow is involved.<br />
Sitting next to the fire takes me back, though not far. My childhood. Staring into the warm fire on a quiet cold winter evening. Frost on the windows and snow outside. <br />
There is a peace that transcends a quiet winter's night. The clear crystal snow flakes gently falling, coming to rest on the earthen floor outside. When not covered by clouds, the winter moon reflecting its light off the snow. The outside world... illuminated. A winter's night....beautiful.<br />
I am counting my blessings. I have been blessed. Childhood memories transcending my present existence. They are now completing themselves, full circle, in the minds of my own children. Winter, a time of peace. Life has slowed down. All is tucked in; taken care of. It's time to watch from the window, hot cocoa in hand. Time to sit in the rocker with a quilt, loved ones and a good book. Reading stories that come alive while next to the crackling fire. Imaginations awakened in little ones slipper clad in warm jammies. It's a cold winter's night, but inside, life is tucked in snugly. Blessing are present for the counting. Little pieces of God's grace....there for the relishing. When one stops long enough to see it.<br />
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<i><span class="text Jas-1-17" id="en-NIV-30284">Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. </span></i><br />
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<i>Blessings and Love to You,</i><br />
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~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-5203695637031357482012-12-25T15:21:00.000-07:002012-12-25T15:26:13.241-07:00JesusMerry Christmas! It's been a long time since I 've written. I really miss this. Today I wanted to express my thanksgiving....for my Savior Jesus Christ...the reason for Christmas..... His love is never ending....and because of Him, I am complete.<br />
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Merry Christmas! Accept the only peace...the true peace that's offered to anyone that will accept it....Jesus. His hand is beckoning your heart. Answer Him. It's only through Him you'll have a complete life. He loves you more than you'll ever know. Merry Christmas!<br />
Much Love,<br />
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Yes, it is only August 19th. We still have four more weeks of summer, but as every year....I am getting anxious for the fall season. I LOVE fall! <br />
Tomorrow is the first day of school. Our curriculum is in order, the schedule book sitting patient on the Hoosier cabinet....waiting....full of the first weeks activities. The sky overcast tonight is reminscent of cooler evenings. The smoker outside fills the air with the wonderful aroma of mesquite....its wafting into the windows. Jerky in the making and Hunting Season is soon around the corner. <br />
The wood pile is starting to grow outside in anticipation...and smells so good. Fresh cut wood and mesquite....I like this.<br />
Some red zinnias....all that's needed to make this "night before school" evening complete; a canning jar full of flowers. Feeling blessed tonight. I know its the middle of August.....but a girl can close her eyes and count her "Fall Blessings" a little early. <br />
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I open Facebook and am over-whelmed by distraction. Chick-fil-a, Planned Parenthood, animal rights, political campaigns, he said...she said.....lifestyles.....demands....rights...arguments: "I am right.. you're wrong". Friending....Unfriending....Aggghhh!!!. My brain can't take it. Distractions. All distractions: things to take our vision off the imperative. Distractions to take our eyes off the important.... </div>
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There is a Savior that's prepared you're way for the future. The catch...you have to accept His gift of salvation. He's handing it out, but you have to grab hold....accept it. The Bible says there is a hell....a serious hell. A terrible place, so terrible I can't fathom. God doesn't want anyone there, but He's given us freewill....we get to choose. He can't make you love Him....He can't make you accept Him. It's your choice. He loves you, but forced love isn't real love. He desires your presence...you are precious to Him. He longs to hold you....He allowed to His Son to die on Calvary's cross in your place. He loves you that much. YOU HAVE NO IDEA.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Be </span>still and <span style="font-size: x-large;">know</span> that <span style="font-size: large;">I</span> am <span style="font-size: x-large;">God</span>. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Psalm</span> <span style="font-size: large;">46:10</span></div>~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-77927139091746471672012-06-28T16:04:00.001-06:002012-06-28T16:10:27.446-06:00Prairie Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Prairie Girl</span>, so small and <span style="font-size: large;">sweet</span>. With <span style="font-size: x-large;">tiny</span> toes and <span style="font-size: large;">little</span> feet. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">What </span>will you <span style="font-size: large;">do</span>, who will <span style="font-size: x-large;">you</span> be? You <span style="font-size: x-large;">are</span> God's <span style="font-size: large;">miracle</span> and gift to <span style="font-size: x-large;">me</span>.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I <span style="font-size: small;">watch you <span style="font-size: x-large;">grow</span> and stand in <span style="font-size: large;">awe</span>. How beautiful <span style="font-size: x-large;">you've</span> become. <span style="font-size: x-large;">We</span> love you <span style="font-size: x-large;">ever</span> oh so much, <span style="font-size: large;">our</span> precious little <span style="font-size: x-large;">one</span>.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Prairie Girl</span>, in all you <span style="font-size: large;">do</span>, let the <span style="font-size: x-large;">Lord</span> direct your <span style="font-size: large;">way</span>. We are<span style="font-size: x-large;"> ever</span> so proud of <span style="font-size: large;">you</span> our little <span style="font-size: x-large;">girl</span>, <span style="font-size: large;">in <span style="font-size: small;">all</span> you <span style="font-size: small;">do</span> <span style="font-size: small;">and</span> say.</span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A</span><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Good</span> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Day!</span></div>~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-19994414284860568192012-05-28T22:29:00.004-06:002012-05-28T22:41:07.525-06:00Memorial Day 2012<br />
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Our Memorial Day was a beautiful one this year. The sunshine was bright and the temperature was perfect. </div>
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Our kids were old enough this year they could understand the meaning of the holiday.</div>
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A day celebrating the lives already past.</div>
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Our oldest daughter, our sensitive one, struggled a little. She is empathetic and feels the pain of those grieving. She wasn't sure she wanted to come to the cemetery with us. I understand her feelings. There are many emotions surrounding this day. </div>
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We took the kids to visit the graves of family members. Most of which passed on before the kids were born. We did lose my husband's grandfather last year and the kids remember him.</div>
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I am thankful for family ties. Legacy's of love continued past the grave.</div>
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We had an opportunity to tell the kids about their great grandparents. A little about their lives and what they stood for. </div>
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We gave the kids each an opportunity to remember their great grandfather with a flower from our garden.</div>
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We followed our trip to the cemetery with a family potluck at a local reservoir and park.</div>
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We met with a few of my husband's family....lots of nieces and nephews.</div>
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I want my kids to understand the importance of family.</div>
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Memories.</div>
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Legacies.</div>
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Childhood Remembrances.</div>
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Spending quality time together.</div>
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Life is short. <br />
And...a new generation of families will grow up and celebrate those gone before them.</div>
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I want my children to understand what's important.</div>
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Legacies, Faith and Love won't pass away.</div>~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-5355102909019335342012-05-21T00:47:00.000-06:002012-05-22T19:12:00.856-06:00Running Unhindered<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow. I am so tired, but so blessed. God is so amazing. Yesterday I got back from <i>Living Proof Live 2012</i>. For those unfamiliar, its an amazing two day event featuring awesome worship and a great message. Beth Moore, a wonderful teacher of the Bible and Travis Cottrell, a worship leader, lead this amazing event.<br />
I have to say I went expecting to hear something my heart needed....and I wasn't disappointed. I love when God does that!<br />
The message presented was so very relevant: Running our Race Unhindered. Running without baggage that drag us down, fatigues us, making us stumble. It was about losing our shackles that make us ineffective. And that its only in this manner we'll have endurance to get to the finish line.<br />
I did a lot of soul searching during the conference: God revealed my shackles. I've been toting unnecessary baggage all my life: I've been traveling with <b>FEAR</b>. I run my race with fear dragging not only from my ankles, but my waist, and my wrists....and my head. I give my fears to the Lord just to pick them up again. Why do I do that? Really, its so dumb. Who runs a marathon carrying an arm load of bar bells???<br />
The odd thing: my <b>fears</b> are perceptions and possibilities (not even reality). I <b>fear</b> expectations. Perceived expectations.....(and I guess some real ones). I <b>fear</b> them, because it could be proof I don't measure up (another <b>fear</b> mine...lol). And my deepest <b>fear</b>: rejection for "not measuring up". Rejection...oh, I hate (and <b>fear</b>) the thought! Anyway, you get the picture....<b>Fear</b> is a huge hindrance for me. I've spent a good deal of my life shackled by <b>FEAR</b>. I hate <b>fear</b>! It's kept me from doing a good many things (that God's intended me to do). I've been ineffective because of <b>FEAR</b>!<br />
I want to run freely. It's funny how when you live with something for awhile you cease to see it. Fear at times has dictated my life. It's like I have a big "F" on my forehead painted in red, however, when looking in the mirror, I don't see it. Yet, I sit on the side lines of life not participating because of it. Fear has held me back from being who God has made me to be. It has hindered me from reaching my God-ordained destiny. My shackles have held me captive. And....when I am shackled, I am right where the enemy wants me. <br />
God showed me this weekend that to run the race marked out for me, FEAR must be eliminated. And...I know I can't do that without my Savior. He's my redeemer. I only need ask Him, and He'll adjust my focus (with a lens eliminating fear). He doesn't want me wearing shackles. My shackles hold me captive with lies.<br />
It's terrible how long the "F" has been on my forehead and the shackles on my ankles. I pray He removes them from today....and tomorrow.....and the rest of my life.....<br />
I can't live life without difficulty, but I want to live it unhindered! I don't need to be afraid.<br />
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<i> <span class="text Heb-12-1" id="en-NIV-30214">Therefore,
since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, <b>let us
throw off everything that hinders </b>and the sin that so easily entangles.
And let us <b>run</b> with perseverance the race marked out for us,</span> <span class="text Heb-12-2" id="en-NIV-30215"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. </span></i><br />
<i><span class="text Heb-12-2" id="en-NIV-30215"> Hebrews 12: 1&2.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="text Heb-12-2" id="en-NIV-30215"> </span></i><span class="text Heb-12-2" id="en-NIV-30215">A few notes from the conference:</span><i><span class="text Heb-12-2" id="en-NIV-30215"></span><span class="text Heb-12-3" id="en-NIV-30216"></span></i><br />
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<li>Disappointment - (without) Hindrance= Faith</li>
<li>Devastation - Hindrance= Trust</li>
<li>Injustice - Hindrance= God's Vengeance</li>
<li>Handicap - Hindrance= Hero</li>
<li>My Pain - Hindrance= My Passion</li>
<li>My Life - Hindrance= My God Ordained Destiny</li>
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And....the last verse from the book of Acts: <i>"He [Paul] proclaimed the kingdom of God and taught about the Lord Jesus Christ—with all boldness and <b>without hindrance</b>!" Acts 28:31.</i><br />
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Running without hindrance....that's what I want.<br />
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*Notes and ideas are taken from Beth Moore's Living Proof Live 2012 Boise Conference.~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-46465793820127319082012-05-10T19:51:00.001-06:002012-05-10T19:58:40.513-06:00Summer's Comin'!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am not sure which it is. Whether the filling of the irrigation creek along side the pasture. The taste of ice cold lemonade poured straight into a mason jar. Maybe its the sensation of rich soil passing through your fingers as you plant those precious seeds. But, you know summer is comin'! There is no doubt about it!<br />
This week was one of our monumental "once a year" happenings. The "filling" of the ditch. We are near the end of a long succession of irrigation ditches. By the time water reaches us, it is really more of a creek. We call it our "crick". As the ditch rider opens our water gates, the newly formed flow of water slowly ebbs toward us. My kids think its just for them. The horses think it's just for them. The dog thinks its just for him. And I watch them all and smile. <br />
The horses get down and roll and splash. The dog gets in too. By the time the water gets to the kids its nice and muddy, thanks to the four-legged's. It's a yearly passage of time. You know soon following, frogs will begin their chorus and tadpoles will start emerging. There is something about it that lightens my step.<br />
We undertook the garden in earnest this week too. The corn is planted and the beans. I am a little nervous to put the tomatoes in quite yet. We'll see. Maybe next week.<br />
The joys of sunshine. School is nearly out. I am in love with spring and so thanking God for it!<br />
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Okay, I just finished studying the book of Esther. Wow! It's crazy what you can get after reading a book of the Bible you've already studied. The word of the Lord IS alive and active. You can read something in the Bible many times and still come away with something different.<br />
As a kid, I used to look at the Bible and wish it was smaller. "How can I ever "get" it all when there is so much to it?" I used to think this. Now I am so thankful for its size and depth. It's a never ending treasure chest. You never know what you'll get when you read it (praying for God's wisdom and understanding as you read). It becomes water in your life.....you can't live without it. It quenches every need in your life.<br />
If you haven't picked up your Bible today, do it, please. Pray that God would reveal things to you. Do it with an open heart. You will be amazed what happens... I promise. He's done it for me. He will for you.<br />
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With Love,<br />
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<i> For the word of God is living and active.......</i><br />
<i> Hebrews 4:12</i>~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-80970939261523713442012-04-30T23:28:00.001-06:002012-04-30T23:29:20.035-06:00In Your Hands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What can I say? I can't say anything that would do justice. My words could never do you justice. To say "amazing" would be the only thing I could utter. And even that word doesn't do you justice. God, you are so big. I am so small. Who am I to ever think I am anything. You created the universe, you created me. You've created it all. You are the Almighty, the Prince of Peace, the Great I AM. You are.<br />
God, how do I worship you, when all I have is a sinner's voice. My lips have lied and deceived. How could my praise mean anything to you?<br />
Yet, you care so much. You go to great lengths to reveal yourself to me. You listen to my silent prayers. And.....you answer them. Who else could do that?<br />
God, how could I ever doubt you? You are. You have been. You always will be. I have no reason to ever worry. You are the creator of everything beautiful. My life is in your hands.<br />
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Thank you.~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-14256632698980786192012-04-26T19:49:00.004-06:002012-04-26T19:55:34.186-06:00Sour Cream Lemon Pie<br />
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Combine sugar, cornstarch, lemon zest, lemon juice, egg yolks and milk in a saucepan. Cook over medium heat for 3 to 5 minutes, until thickened. Stir in butter; cool to room temperature. Stir in sour cream, spoon into pie crust. Cover with whipped cream. Chill before serving. Serves 6 to 8.</div>~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-22209378747151181932012-04-24T20:42:00.000-06:002012-04-25T15:56:44.004-06:00Mushroom Pickin'<br />
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Every spring our family has a tradition: picking mushrooms. More specifically, Morel mushrooms. We've held this tradition for many years. I will admit, it hasn't always been my favorite. I love time in the "woods", I love the outdoors. But my problem is a mushroom location issue. I am not great at finding them. As a kid we had to pick "so many" before we could go home....and I don't think I helped a lot. We used to sell our mushrooms and save the money for our family ski pass in the winter. A good trade....but I was much better at skiing than finding Morels.<br />
Anyway, this past weekend while "up north" we took the kids to partake in our tradition. I was pleasantly surprised how "into it" they got. Morel hunting is much like a treasure hunt, and my kids enjoyed it. They did fight however, over the bucket with the mushrooms. I guess sharing wasn't our strong suit this time. But they had a great time.<br />
We hunted over the mountain side. The air smelled so fresh. <br />
Afterward we packed our mushrooms to Grandpa and Grandma's and Grandma fried them up. A treat! Well, Mattie thought so. Hap and Annie decided fungus wasn't their style. So funny.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They're Here Somewhere!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackpot! <strike>We</strike> Grandma Found Them!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Mushroom Picking Lesson</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandpa. We love you!</td></tr>
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We spent the afternoon traversing the hills. Riding the Four-wheelers and enjoying mountain air. A good time! And....we did pick a couple mushrooms.....a couple. :)~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-87436197813901682092012-04-24T00:48:00.000-06:002012-04-25T15:56:24.390-06:00Strawberry RoadThere's a sacred road in every girls life. A road marking every memory and moment of discovery. A road defining who she is and who she is to become. A road reminding her of where she started, and how far she's come. The road holds secrets: whispered on the wind. Feelings. Thoughts. Long talks with God. Contemplation. The road is hers, it belongs to her alone. Her steps: one at a time are recorded in the dust. She was here, and continues to move on. <br />
The tracks marking travel continually change. The little feet traveling grow little by little, year after year. The tracks sometimes mark straight; sometimes more random: in those times of dancing. They sometimes mark detours: especially in the spring when wild flowers are ripe for bouquets. The tracks sometimes mark speed, and other times a reminiscing day-dreaming pace. Dreams are contemplated on this road. Secrets shared. Tears sometimes shed. <br />
Life happens on this road...sweet times, difficult times, that growing up and becoming someone. This road will forever be etched in a memory. The sound of a river near by, the train whistle and nearby tracks, wild flowers and summer evenings. Dancing to the beat God created within. And....learning to trust Him. A journey.<br />
This is my road, Strawberry Road:<br />
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This past weekend, I had the opportunity to again venture north to visit my parents. I love these trips. I don't mind five hours with my kids, they're good travelers. We makes stops, and sometimes explore. I love teaching them as we go and sharing memories of places we drive through. I admit, I am a closet romantic and am in love with time. I celebrate the passage of time and places marked by it. I guess one reason I love heading north is the travel straight through "home".<br />
I love that there's only one north-south route through our great state. I also love that my childhood haunts parallel the great highway. I can see moments from my childhood out my window as I pass by. I remember picking apples from THAT tree near the highway. I remember walking the tracks and listening for the train whistle (the same tracks have since become a state funded walking path). No more is there a train whistle....but its in the recesses of my memory, and oh the day. I remember the smell of the lumber mill, and day dreaming at the bridge on warm summer evenings. These places are etched in my memory, precious to me. They still beckon me as I pass. Places and moments......on Strawberry Road.<br />
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As we drove past "home" this weekend, I couldn't resist the urge to linger. I had to stop. I needed to stop. There is still a part of me here. My journey brought me here, and I admit, I haven't totally left. I may never. There will always be a part of me here.<br />
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Its amazing how God works sometimes. I had an overwhelming urge to share this with my children. We stopped at the "old bridge". I used to come down to the bridge to think. In the summer and fall, the water level would drop, and I could sit under the bridge. I even wrote my name on the wall. This place was "my" place.<br />
And, as I showed my daughter around this weekend, we found my name still written on the wall. After 20 years! My last name has changed...and the fun part: there was a faint "+ T" under it. Tim's name must have washed off, but I had enough to show her. "This is me sweetie....the me, before you."<br />
She looked around and marveled at the landscaping, while my others viewed from the car window. There was something SO special about sharing this with my girl.<br />
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She, herself, is walking her own road. She's on her own journey. Hers will resemble mine a little, but it's also distinctly different. Her markers are unique to her. Her special memories and moments. Her triumphs, her hard times and her wonderful summer evenings. God has given her unique shoes and a beautifully unique mind. Her road at this time is inner-woven in mine. I thank God over and over for that. But there will come a time when her road sets out in a different direction.<br />
I pray that when she looks back on her childhood she relishes those memories. I pray her journey is sweet and that she holds tight to her Savior. That when she drive's through "home", she'll have.......... .......a Strawberry Road.<br />
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<br />~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-64759280177104804732012-04-16T23:02:00.001-06:002012-04-16T23:15:20.105-06:00For Such A Time As This<br />
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"...And who knows but that you have come ....for such a time as this?" Esther 4:14.<br />
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These words: spoken to a young Jewish queen many years ago..... <br />
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Still ring true today: for YOU.<br />
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Why are you here? In 2012. What is your purpose? Who will you influence? Who might God encourage, save or send hope to through you?<br />
Why......are........you........here???? <br />
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It's awesome to think about.<br />
You have a purpose. You have been given gifts to use. There will be a time in life when your decisions directly effect lives around you.<br />
What is YOUR purpose??? Why were you created?<br />
Contemplate these words: <br />
For, who knows, but that You have come....for such a time as.......this.....<br />
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Grab hold of God.....and GO FOR IT!<br />
<br />~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-3616366461495913422012-04-12T17:36:00.000-06:002012-04-12T17:36:21.990-06:00On a Walk to the Mailbox Mail. The word is exciting. Mail doesn't come directly to our house. We have to work for it. And...you never know what it might bring.<br />
The weather is getting nicer also, so the daily trek to the mailbox is wonderful!!!<br />
It's funny....in hindsight. The trek used to include a stroller. Then it was a stroller and a tricycle. After that came a stroller, tricycle and a bike with training wheels. Now our excursions only include tennis shoes and bikes. The stroller went into retirement (that sure went fast). But the excitement of our daily trek hasn't changed.<br />
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We finish school around 2:00ish. I take my sanity break in the bathroom with the door locked and my laptop fully charged. And....<strike>an</strike> <strike>hour</strike> 15 minutes later we start the progression of activities to leave for church and AWANA. My kids LOVE AWANA!!!! And....yes it takes a couple hours to get out the door. <br />
We round up AWANA books, Bibles, and vests (and tuck them in a bag). I get supper started. I ask the kids to change their clothes...and then ask once more as the jeans with holes have been replaced with another pair with holes...lol. We eat supper on the fly and I hurriedly fix the girls hair. Amidst tangles and hairbrushes, spray bottles, hair spray....and a cat incessantly winding herself around my feet, we get everyone presentable and to the car. <br />
On the way, I make a mental note: 3 kids...check. 2 grown-ups...check. 3 books, 3 Bibles, 3 vests...check. 1 nebulizer and meds...check (we have an asthmatic). And.....argh. My Bible....I forgot my Bible. At least I remembered the kids stuff.<br />
We arrive at church looking slightly wind blown (not sure why....lol). 3 excited kids jump out with books, vests and Bibles in hand. I grab everything I own (which isn't much because I forgot it all at home) and head to check my kids in.<br />
I check them in and head for "grown up" church. Tim is working with the youth, so its just me....by myself. I walk alone to the "Grown-up building"...and I don't experience "alone" very much....so this feeling is a little exhilarating. I wouldn't change being a mama for the world....but mama's do need some alone time every now and again.<br />
I sit down.....alone...and prepare for some spiritual nourishment. I have a small notebook to take notes....and borrow a Bible from the church as mine is on my kitchen counter. I settle in.<br />
I then notice a red three digit number flash on the church projector screen. A number that resembles the one on my wristband....a wristband representing one said small child I recently deposited in the children's ministry building. I am needed. <br />
I throw my purse over my shoulder and head back to the Children's Ministry Building. I am met in the office by my sweet youngest....in tears. "Mommy!!" sniff...sniff...sniff.... "I just really missed you".....sniff....sniff....sniff...."And...I need you to come to class with me"....sniff...sniff...sniff. After a couple minutes of reassurance, we head back to her class....together. Guess I won't be in "grown up" church after all tonight.....maybe next week.<br />
I sit in class with my baby and we eat a yummy snack and then play "clean up". I am glad I have a baby to experience this with...even if I miss "grown up" church.<br />
Check out time rolls around. We reverse the check in process. 3 kids...check. 3 Bibles, books, and vests...check. 2 grown-ups...check. We did it. <br />
As we leave town we stop at the pharmacy to refill asthma meds. We get to the pharmacy and both my girls suddenly have to go potty (hhmmmmm.....I am sure the pharmacy sucker jar has nothing to do with it). The boys wait in the car and us girls tromp into Walmart... We stand in line....my girls have located the suckers and have a game plan. We grab our meds and two suckers. <br />
We check out....and head for the bathroom. And...as I suspected, only one really/sorta had to go......I knew it was the suckers. And....my other sweet baby hollers from across the bathroom, "Mom!! Did you know the hand dryer turns on with your tongue?!?!" "WHAT?!??!" I holler back then realizing and thanking God the dryer is motion activated. "And, Mom..the air tastes like sugar!" "That's nice sweetheart....I think its probably your sucker". <br />
We run out to the car with asthma meds in hand. We drive home, get ready for bed.....and realize we left the nebulizer at church.<br />
Wednesdays. ~Candishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15716131382224692015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395458216552974345.post-80790913095840371672012-03-21T14:16:00.003-06:002012-03-21T16:52:34.075-06:00I Wonder- LeelandI just had to share a song that I am growing to love. It's blessed me, so I wanted to pass it on. Have a blessed day.<br />
Much Love,<br />
Candis<br />
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At the stars in the night, I wonder<br />
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At Your lightning in the sky, I shudder<br />
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Your glory is a blanket that covers<br />
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Every living thing<br />
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I’m in awe at the majesty of who You are<br />
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Your love is a seal burnt inside my heart<br />
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All of the day I want to be where You are<br />
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Holy Father<br />
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And it feels like there’s not enough praise inside of me<br />
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With all these words, all my heart can sing is holy<br />
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You are holy<br />
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Jesus Christ<br />
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You bled Your love, laid down Yourself<br />
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And gave me life<br />
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In naked shame You hung and You were lifted high<br />
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Here I lay in awe and wonder<br />
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I am afraid<br />
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For no one’s ever sacrificed and loved me this way<br />
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So on my face I fall under Your heavy grace<br />
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Here I lay in awe and wonder<br />
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And I wonder<br />
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I’m in awe at the majesty of who You are<br />
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Your love is a seal burnt inside my heart<br />
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All of the day I want to be where You are<br />
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Holy Father <br />
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And it feels like there’s not enough praise inside of me<br />
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With all these words, all my heart can sing is holy<br />
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You are holy<br />
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