<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291</id><updated>2011-12-31T04:15:37.881-05:00</updated><category term='Soup'/><category term='Seafood'/><category term='Appetizers'/><category term='Sandwich'/><category term='Vegetables'/><category term='Pie'/><category term='Desserts'/><category term='Breakfast'/><category term='Casseroles'/><category term='Cake'/><category term='Salad'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='Chicken'/><category term='Bread'/><category term='Meat'/><category term='Beverages'/><title type='text'>Miranda's Place</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a place for family and friends to come together to share words of encouragement, hope, and uplifting thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>637</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3478495438121048501</id><published>2011-08-16T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:02:59.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Bottom Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHeV2ZZcEYk/Tkp4Y5Q2sVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Si06zl_tnVM/s1600/Picture%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641453852318675282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHeV2ZZcEYk/Tkp4Y5Q2sVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Si06zl_tnVM/s320/Picture%2B046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Courtesy of: Mennonite Girls Can Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cake Base:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One double chocolate cake mix (makes two flans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix as directed on package.&lt;br /&gt;Pour into well greased and floured flan pans.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 for 15-20 or until top springs back and a toothpick poked into the center comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;Cool for 5 minutes and invert onto a cooling rack to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cream Cheese Filling:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-8oz pkg of cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup icing sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 cups of whipped cream or whipped topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Mix the cream cheese with the icing sugar and beat together til light and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;Mix in 3 cups of whipped cream or whipped topping&lt;br /&gt;Use the one cup of reserved cream to decorate top with crushed toffee candy bar, like sk*r bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3478495438121048501?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3478495438121048501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3478495438121048501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3478495438121048501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3478495438121048501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2011/08/black-bottom-cheesecake.html' title='Black Bottom Cheesecake'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHeV2ZZcEYk/Tkp4Y5Q2sVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Si06zl_tnVM/s72-c/Picture%2B046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1694560383624928705</id><published>2011-08-16T09:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:56:21.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read 1 Kings 16:29--17:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're first introduced to him as "Elijah the Tishbite" (1 Kings 17:1). Talk about stepping out of nowhere! Elijah came out of this insignificant place---out of nowhere---to make such a significant contribution to God's plan for His people that he became one of Israel's most famous heroes. He became what we often call today a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that commands our attention is Elijah's name. The Hebrew word for "God" in the Old Testament is Elohim, which is occasionally abbreviated El. The word jah is the word for "Jehovah." Thus, in Elijah's name we find the word for "God" and the word for "Jehovah." Between them is the small letter I, which in Hebrew has reference to the personal pronoun "my" or "mine." Putting the three together, then, we find that Elijah's name means "My God is Jehovah" or "The Lord is my God." No one had a reason to doubt that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahab and Jezebel were in control of the northern kingdom of Israel, and Baal was the god they worshiped. But when Elijah burst on the scene, his very name proclaimed, "I have one God. His name is Jehovah. He is the One I serve, before whom I stand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, the spiritual chasm between God and His people had reached its widest breadth. Elijah stood alone in that gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there are still those who stand alone in the gap, those who still strive to shake us awake. A handful of brave students at Columbine High School come immediately to mind. Loaded guns and the threat of death couldn't silence them. I think of them as modern-day Elijahs, whom God uses to deliver a life-changing message. Men and women of courage, ready to stand and deliver. Authentic heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord is still searching for people who will make a difference. Christians dare not be mediocre. We dare not dissolve into the background or blend into the neutral scenery of this world. Sometimes you have to look awfully close and talk awfully long before an individual will declare his allegiance to God . . . someone with the courage to stand alone for God. Is that what we have created today in this age of tolerance and compromise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah's life teaches us what the Lord requires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1694560383624928705?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1694560383624928705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1694560383624928705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1694560383624928705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1694560383624928705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2011/08/alone-in-gap.html' title='Alone in the Gap'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2322637800690560857</id><published>2010-09-24T18:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:19:21.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving is Godlike</title><content type='html'>By Charles R. Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after World War II, the saddest sight for American soldiers who were picking up the pieces in ravaged Europe, was that of little orphaned children starving in the streets of those war-torn cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One soldier driving along in his jeep spotted a little lad with his nose pressed to the window of a pastry shop. Inside the cook was kneading dough for a fresh batch of doughnuts. The hungry boy stared in silence, watching every move. The soldier pulled his jeep to the curb and got out to slip over to the boy's side. Through the steamed-up window he could see the mouth-watering morsels as they were being pulled from the oven, piping hot. The boy salivated and released a slight groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier's heart went out to the orphan. "Son . . . would you like some of those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was startled. "Oh, yes, would I!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American stepped into the shop, bought a dozen, put them in a bag and walked back to where the lad was standing in the foggy cold of the London morning. He smiled, held out the bag, and said simply: "Here you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he turned to walk away, he felt a tug on his coat. The soldier looked back and heard the child ask quietly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mister . . . are you God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never more like God than when we give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerpted from Day by Day with Charles Swindoll, Copyright © 2000 by Charles R. Swindoll, Inc. (Thomas Nelson Publishers). All rights reserved worldwide. Used by permission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2322637800690560857?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2322637800690560857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2322637800690560857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2322637800690560857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2322637800690560857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/giving-is-godlike.html' title='Giving is Godlike'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3855099978679979468</id><published>2009-11-03T07:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:37:30.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anchor Holds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Ray Boltz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have journeyed through the long, dark night&lt;br /&gt;Out on the open sea,&lt;br /&gt;By faith alone, sight unknown,&lt;br /&gt;And yet His eyes were watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anchor holds, though the ship is battered.&lt;br /&gt;The Anchor holds, though the sails are torn.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have fallen on my knees, as I faced the raging sea,&lt;br /&gt;But the Anchor holds, in spite of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had visions and I've had dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've even held them in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew those dreams could slip right through&lt;br /&gt;Like they were only grains of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have been young, but I am older now.&lt;br /&gt;O and there has been beauty these eyes have seen;&lt;br /&gt;But it was in the night, when I faced the storms of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's where God proved His love to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3855099978679979468?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3855099978679979468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3855099978679979468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3855099978679979468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3855099978679979468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/anchor-holds.html' title='The Anchor Holds'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2358024938697119268</id><published>2009-11-03T07:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:35:16.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haven of Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Henry L. Gilmour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul in sad exile was out on life’s sea,&lt;br /&gt;So burdened with sin and distressed,&lt;br /&gt;Till I heard a sweet voice, saying, “Make Me your choice”;&lt;br /&gt;And I entered the “Haven of Rest”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve anchored my soul in the “Haven of Rest,”&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sail the wide seas no more;&lt;br /&gt;The tempest may sweep over wild, stormy, deep,&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus I’m safe evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yielded myself to His tender embrace,&lt;br /&gt;In faith taking hold of the Word,&lt;br /&gt;My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul;&lt;br /&gt;The “Haven of Rest” is my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole,&lt;br /&gt;Has been the old story so blest,&lt;br /&gt;Of Jesus, who’ll save whosoever will have&lt;br /&gt;A home in the “Haven of Rest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How precious the thought that we all may recline,&lt;br /&gt;Like John, the beloved so blest,&lt;br /&gt;On Jesus’ strong arm, where no tempest can harm,&lt;br /&gt;Secure in the “Haven of Rest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come to the Savior, He patiently waits&lt;br /&gt;To save by His power divine;&lt;br /&gt;Come, anchor your soul in the “Haven of Rest,”&lt;br /&gt;And say, “My Beloved is mine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2358024938697119268?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2358024938697119268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2358024938697119268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2358024938697119268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2358024938697119268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/haven-of-rest.html' title='The Haven of Rest'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-7826359974946294637</id><published>2009-11-03T07:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:32:33.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have An Anchor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SvAimC4Gu4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/4FCwUVfuCbE/s1600-h/anchor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399853990219791234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SvAimC4Gu4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/4FCwUVfuCbE/s320/anchor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hebrews 6:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word picture of an anchor is used often in ancient literature, but it's used only once in the New Testament in picturing hope as an anchor for our soul. Lots of hymns and gospel songs make use of this anchor metaphor. Every one of them comes back to Hebrews 6:19: "This hope we have as an anchor of the soul . . ." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something beautiful in this word picture that I would have missed without the insight of one very capable scholar: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is that of an ancient sailing vessel finding its way through the narrow entrance to a harbor. This was one of the trickiest maneuvers the captain of a ship had to make. As his ship moved through the opening, he had to guard against a gust of wind running it onto a reef or a sandbar. The skeleton of many a ship could be seen on the rocks, giving testimony to the fact that its captain had failed his navigation test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To minimize the risk, the olden-day skipper would lower the ship's anchor into a smaller boat, which would then be rowed through the narrow entrance of the harbor. The anchor would then be dropped and this ship, with sails down, would be pulled past the obstacles, through the narrow opening and into the safety of the harbor.¹ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point of all of this, of course, is not anchors and skippers, ships and harbors. The point is this: That is exactly what Jesus Christ does when the bottom of life drops out. Look closely at the verse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil. (v. 19) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The imagery of that verse may not be clear at first glance. Let me put it in today's terms. In the days of the Tabernacle, the Hebrews gathered around it and within it as a place of worship. Within the Tabernacle were veils; behind the innermost veil was the holiest place on earth, the place we might call the "God-room." In this God-room, the light (it was actually called the shekinah) of God resided. It's my understanding that the light of God was a brilliant, blazing radiance that shone down into the God-room. Within that room was an ark, or a small chest, much lower and smaller than most pulpits. On top of that chest was a grail, with golden cherubim on either end (angel-like creatures with their wings folded in front of them). That entire piece of unique furniture was too holy for words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a year, the high priest of the Israelites would enter that God-room with a small pan of blood which, precisely as God required it in the Law, he poured out on the grail (which was called the "mercy seat") there between the golden cherubim. God, witnessing the spilling of the blood and pleased with the sacrifice that had been made correctly by the priest, graciously forgave the Hebrew people for their sin. It was an annual event, the most sacred of all events. The Hebrews must have held their breath as the high priest went in with the pan, poured the blood, and came out of this room where God dwelled. The first-century Jews who read this word veil in Hebrews 6 understood all that. Look closely: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil, where Jesus has entered as a forerunner for us, having become a high priest forever according to the order of Melchizedek. (vv. 19-20) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, our Savior has gone through life, has taken all of life's beatings and buffetings, and has gone before us. And now? Now He pulls us toward Himself! He invites His followers within the veil. He says, "Come in. Find healing for your stress fractures. Find here the rest that you need, the relief from the burdens and buffetings of doubt." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubt, you see, will always try to convince you, You are all alone. No one else knows. Or cares. No one else really can enter in and help you with this. In Hebrews, however, the writer says that Christ is a constant priest---not once a year, but forever. He lives in the God-room. He is there, sitting alongside the Father, representing your needs to Him. And, child of God, there is nothing so great for you to endure that He does not feel touched by it and stay by you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Walter A. Henrichsen, After the Sacrifice (Grand Rapids: Zondervan Publishing House, 1979), 83. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Excerpted from Stress Fractures, copyright © 1990 by Charles R. Swindoll, Inc. All rights reserved worldwide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7826359974946294637?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7826359974946294637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7826359974946294637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7826359974946294637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7826359974946294637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-have-anchor.html' title='We Have An Anchor'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SvAimC4Gu4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/4FCwUVfuCbE/s72-c/anchor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2956370652525766843</id><published>2009-10-28T19:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:49:35.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SujYSJ-JkTI/AAAAAAAAA-g/CULFFm3AAHU/s1600-h/leaves1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397801959829377330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SujYSJ-JkTI/AAAAAAAAA-g/CULFFm3AAHU/s320/leaves1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;O hushed October morning mild,&lt;br /&gt;Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,&lt;br /&gt;Should waste them all.&lt;br /&gt;The crows above the forest call;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow they may form and go.&lt;br /&gt;O hushed October morning mild,&lt;br /&gt;Begin the hours of this day slow.&lt;br /&gt;Make the day seem to us less brief.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts not averse to being beguiled,&lt;br /&gt;Beguile us in the way you know.&lt;br /&gt;Release one leaf at break of day;&lt;br /&gt;At noon release another leaf;&lt;br /&gt;One from our trees, one far away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2956370652525766843?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2956370652525766843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2956370652525766843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2956370652525766843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2956370652525766843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SujYSJ-JkTI/AAAAAAAAA-g/CULFFm3AAHU/s72-c/leaves1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5570200228468217006</id><published>2009-10-15T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:03:50.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James 4:13-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average life spans are shorter than most of us realize. For instance, a face-lift lasts only six to ten years; a dollar bill lasts for only eighteen months; a painted line on the road remains only three to four months; and a tornado seldom lasts more than ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are differences of opinion, but most agree that the human life span averages somewhere between seventy-five and eighty years. That may sound encouraging to the young and disturbing to those in their sixties, seventies, and eighties. The simple fact is, however, nobody knows for sure how long he or she may live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we read and believe the warnings in Scripture, there is little doubt that life is short. James pulls no punches when he writes, "You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away" (4:14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average life span may be seventy-five to eighty years, but who can say you or I have that long? We may have less than two years or, for that matter, less than two weeks. Vanishing vapors aren't known for longevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is true, let's do our best to make the time we have count. Rather than live with reluctance, let's live with exuberance. Instead of fearing what's ahead, let's face it head-on with enthusiasm. And because life is so terribly short, let's do everything we can to make it sweet.&lt;br /&gt;How? Three thoughts come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, act on your impulse. Don't wait for the perfect moment. A woman in my former church took these words to heart and contacted a person she hadn't talked to for a long time. The person was surprised and thrilled. "You have no idea how much your call has meant to me," she said. Later the woman who had received the call admitted she had planned to take her life that very afternoon. The call had changed her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, focus on the positive. Merchants of negativism may be strong and sound convincing, but their message is debilitating. Life's too short for that. Spread germs of cheer. Joy is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;Third, traffic in the truth. Refuse to stake your claim on hearsay. Check out the facts. Be discerning. If you are a conduit of communication, speak only the truth. If you're not absolutely sure, keep quiet. Lies can outlive lives, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet. That's the only way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been putting off something you really want or need to do? You don't have forever. Get at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerpted from Day by Day with Charles Swindoll, Copyright © 2000 by Charles R. Swindoll, Inc. (Thomas Nelson Publishers). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5570200228468217006?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5570200228468217006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5570200228468217006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5570200228468217006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5570200228468217006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4147197405516651522</id><published>2009-07-08T07:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:04:48.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salad'/><title type='text'>Chicken Salad with Grapes and Pecans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR9EcUTlXI/AAAAAAAAA9w/yxmQOBLCUTY/s1600-h/chicken-salad-sl-1218711-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356043372124673394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR9EcUTlXI/AAAAAAAAA9w/yxmQOBLCUTY/s320/chicken-salad-sl-1218711-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This recipe was inspired by a favorite dish served at the former Sweetbriar restaurant in Gadsden, Alabama," says reader Linda Banning. Serve it with assorted crackers and grapes for a filling lunch or a delicious brunch contribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yield: Makes 4 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1/2 cup light or regular mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup light or regular sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds skinned and boned chicken breasts, cooked and chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 cups red and white seedless grapes, halved&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped pecans, toasted&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce leaves (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stir together 1/2 cup mayonnaise and next 4 ingredients in a large bowl. Add chopped chicken and grapes, tossing gently to coat. Cover and chill at least 1 hour. Stir in pecans just before serving. Serve in stemware lined with lettuce leaves, if desired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linda Banning, Decatur, Alabama, Southern Living, AUGUST 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4147197405516651522?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4147197405516651522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4147197405516651522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4147197405516651522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4147197405516651522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicken-salad-with-grapes-and-pecans.html' title='Chicken Salad with Grapes and Pecans'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR9EcUTlXI/AAAAAAAAA9w/yxmQOBLCUTY/s72-c/chicken-salad-sl-1218711-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4968272700513849146</id><published>2009-07-08T06:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:00:02.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desserts'/><title type='text'>Cream Cheese Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR7itLKqhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6ESIxkfQpM8/s1600-h/berry-brownies-ck-223465-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 410px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356041693022562834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR7itLKqhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6ESIxkfQpM8/s320/berry-brownies-ck-223465-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtesy of Cooking Light Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yield: 16 servings (serving size: 1 brownie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup (3 ounces) 1/3-less-fat cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brownies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter or stick margarine, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon water&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg&lt;br /&gt;2 large egg whites&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons raspberry preserves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparation:&lt;/strong&gt; Preheat oven to 350°.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To prepare the filling, beat the first 5 ingredients at medium speed of a mixer until well-blended, and set aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare the brownies, coat the bottom of an 8-inch baking pan with cooking spray (do not coat the sides of the pan). Lightly spoon 3/4 cup flour into dry measuring cups, and level with a knife. Combine the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a medium bowl. Combine 1 cup sugar and the next 6 ingredients (1 cup sugar through the 2 egg whites), stirring well with a whisk. Add to the flour mixture, stirring just until moist. Spread two-thirds of batter in bottom of prepared pan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour filling over batter, spreading evenly. Carefully drop the remaining batter and preserves by spoonfuls over filling; swirl together using the tip of a knife to marble. Bake at 350° for 40 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out almost clean. Cool on a wire rack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4968272700513849146?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4968272700513849146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4968272700513849146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4968272700513849146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4968272700513849146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/cream-cheese-brownies.html' title='Cream Cheese Brownies'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR7itLKqhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6ESIxkfQpM8/s72-c/berry-brownies-ck-223465-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-7782786710025811421</id><published>2009-07-08T06:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:54:42.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>James 5:16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR6y9ohRmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/TLRkGABn4-8/s1600-h/james5_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356040872806925922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR6y9ohRmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/TLRkGABn4-8/s320/james5_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James 5:16 (King James Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7782786710025811421?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7782786710025811421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7782786710025811421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7782786710025811421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7782786710025811421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/james-516.html' title='James 5:16'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SlR6y9ohRmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/TLRkGABn4-8/s72-c/james5_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5440197230425180331</id><published>2009-07-08T06:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:52:13.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Love, Chocolate</title><content type='html'>An entry I read on a favorite blog caught my eye. It was the morning of his ninth wedding anniversary. Not having a lot of money, the writer ran out to get his wife, Heidi, their favorite French pastry—pain au chocolat. After sprinting several miles, he arrived home, exhausted, to find her in the kitchen just pulling a chocolate-filled croissant out of the oven. It was pain au chocolat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That husband, Jeff, compared his life with Heidi to the lives of the people in O. Henry’s short story “Gift of the Magi.” It tells of a man who sold his lone possession of value—a pocket watch—to buy hair combs for his wife, who had sold her long, beautiful hair to buy a gold chain for his watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no money concerns would be great—but realizing the immeasurable value of the people we care about is more important. We sometimes need a reminder that acquiring “things” is not nearly as important as appreciating the people God has placed in our lives. When we practice putting others’ interests before our own (Phil. 2:3-4), we learn what it means to love, serve, and sacrifice. In fact, that’s how we pattern Christ in our relationships (Eph. 5:1-2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, love, and chocolate taste better when shared with others.  — Cindy Hess Kasper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with those I love&lt;br /&gt;The highest joy I’m thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;Not just what brightens all their days&lt;br /&gt;But what will give God highest praise. —Hess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never afraid of giving too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;em&gt;Our Daily Bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5440197230425180331?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5440197230425180331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5440197230425180331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5440197230425180331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5440197230425180331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-love-chocolate.html' title='Life, Love, Chocolate'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6479192465330796754</id><published>2009-07-08T06:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:47:48.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Secrets of Endless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We remember the moments in life, not the days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Face-to-face conversations don't work by phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gifts are not a substitute for caring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People are not yo-yos. Drop them, and they may not return.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When kids are ready to talk, be ready to listen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An ounce of love outweighs a pound of promises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can prepare your children for life, but you can't live it for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncles and aunts are the parents who didn't give birth to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A strong marriage is the union of two staunch individualists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turning your back and walking away ends more than just a conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marrying for money is a high price to pay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yell at your children and get the same in return.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you take things for granted, you won't have them for very long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caring should be demonstrated 365 days a year, not just on holidays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A well-fed child can still be starved for affection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most important things a child can inherit are fond memories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharing an hour of memories with an elder is often better than a week's worth of medicine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The two greatest time savers are saying, "I don't know" and "I was wrong."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch your children grow, and they will teach you what you've taught them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never go to bed before settling an argument.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a difference between nurturing your children and smothering them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relationships are built on the little things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we give our children everything, we deprive them of aspirations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate holidays as a family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never stop courting your spouse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6479192465330796754?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6479192465330796754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6479192465330796754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6479192465330796754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6479192465330796754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/25-secrets-of-endless-love.html' title='25 Secrets of Endless Love'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5999827354340610391</id><published>2009-06-14T21:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:56:24.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillness</title><content type='html'>Be still, and know that I am God....~~ Psalm 46:10 KJV ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you so busy that you rush through the day with scarcely a single moment for quiet contemplation and prayer? If so, it's time to reorder your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to maintain righteous minds and compassionate hearts, we must take time each day for prayer and for meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must make ourselves still in the presence of our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must quiet our minds and our hearts so that we might sense God's will, God's love, and God's Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the busy pace of life robbed you of the peace that might otherwise be yours through Jesus Christ? Nothing is more important than the time you spend with your Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be still and claim the inner peace that is your spiritual birthright: the peace of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Woman of Prayer - 365 daily devotions, Freeman-Smith LLC, Publisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5999827354340610391?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5999827354340610391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5999827354340610391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5999827354340610391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5999827354340610391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/stillness.html' title='Stillness'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5911172702327988600</id><published>2009-06-07T17:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:46:56.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desserts'/><title type='text'>Lemon Bar Trifle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/Siw07M1gN4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/eC7bAYVOtyA/s1600-h/Lemon+Bar+Trifle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 401px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344705049444497282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/Siw07M1gN4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/eC7bAYVOtyA/s320/Lemon+Bar+Trifle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped pecans&lt;br /&gt;1 cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEMON LAYER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1-3/4 cups cold water&lt;br /&gt;3 egg yolks, beaten&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons grated lemon peel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREAM CHEESE LAYER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package (8 ounces) cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;3 cups confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 carton (8 ounces) frozen whipped topping, thawed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions: In a small bowl, combine flour and pecans; stir in butter. Press into an ungreased 13-in. x 9-in. baking dish. Bake at 350° for 18-20 minutes or until light golden brown. Cool on a wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small heavy saucepan, combine the sugar, cornstarch and flour. Stir in water until smooth. Cook and stir over medium-high heat until thickened and bubbly. Reduce heat; cook and stir 2 minutes longer. Remove from the heat. Stir a small amount of hot mixture into egg yolks; return all to the pan, stirring constantly. Bring to a gentle boil; cook and stir 2 minutes longer. Remove from the heat. Gently stir in the lemon juice, butter and lemon peel. Transfer to a bowl. Cool to room temperature without stirring. Cover surface with waxed paper; refrigerate until chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, beat cream cheese and confectioners' sugar until smooth. Fold in whipped topping. Crumble the baked pecan mixture; set aside 1/2 cup for topping. Just before serving, in a 3-qt. trifle bowl, layer 1 cup each pecan mixture, lemon mixture and cream cheese mixture. Repeat layers twice. Sprinkle with reserved pecan mixture. Refrigerate leftovers. Yield: 9 servings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5911172702327988600?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5911172702327988600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5911172702327988600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5911172702327988600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5911172702327988600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/lemon-bar-trifle.html' title='Lemon Bar Trifle'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/Siw07M1gN4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/eC7bAYVOtyA/s72-c/Lemon+Bar+Trifle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4136921105914736910</id><published>2009-06-07T17:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:37:04.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken'/><title type='text'>BBQ Chicken and Strawberry Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SiwyyVEHW_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/W3X6PQkc9Uk/s1600-h/Kraft-BBQChicken-StrawberrySalad_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 404px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344702698011188210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SiwyyVEHW_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/W3X6PQkc9Uk/s320/Kraft-BBQChicken-StrawberrySalad_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;4 small boneless skinless chicken breast halves&lt;br /&gt;(1 lb.) 1/2 cup KRAFT Original Barbecue Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. (10 oz.) mixed salad greens&lt;br /&gt;2 cups fresh strawberries, cut in half&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sliced red onions&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup KRAFT Light Ranch Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEAT greased grill to medium-high heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRILL chicken 10 min. on each side or until done (170F), turning and brushing occasionally with barbecue sauce. Cut into strips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COVER plate with greens; top with berries, onions and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOP with dressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NotesKraft Kitchens Tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Substitute - Substitute blueberries or blackberries for the halved strawberries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Extra - Brush French bread slices with KRAFT Tuscan House Italian Dressing and Marinade. Add to grill for the last few minutes of the chicken grilling time. Grill until toasted on both sides. Serve with the salad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4136921105914736910?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4136921105914736910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4136921105914736910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4136921105914736910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4136921105914736910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/bbq-chicken-and-strawberry-salad.html' title='BBQ Chicken and Strawberry Salad'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SiwyyVEHW_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/W3X6PQkc9Uk/s72-c/Kraft-BBQChicken-StrawberrySalad_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4650716649958239128</id><published>2009-06-07T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:37:54.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Sense of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, because I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. ~~ Matthew 11:29-30 ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even the most inspired Christian women can, from time to time, find themselves running on empty. The demands of daily life can drain us of our strength and rob us of the joy that is rightfully ours in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired or troubled? Turn your heart toward God in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you weak or worried? Take the time -- or, more accurately, make the time -- to delve deeply into God's Holy Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you spiritually depleted? Call upon fellow believers to support you, and call upon Christ to renew your spirit and your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do, you'll discover that the Creator of the universe stands always ready and always able to create a new sense of wonderment and joy in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while relaxation is one thing, refreshment is another.We need to drink frequently and at lengthfrom God's fresh springs, to spend time in the Scripture, time in fellowship with Him, time worshiping Him&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. ~~ Ruth Bell Graham ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4650716649958239128?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4650716649958239128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4650716649958239128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4650716649958239128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4650716649958239128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-sense-of-joy.html' title='A New Sense of Joy'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8192043378736022127</id><published>2009-04-01T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:55:42.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Need Wisdom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;James 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8192043378736022127?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8192043378736022127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8192043378736022127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8192043378736022127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8192043378736022127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-need-wisdom.html' title='Do You Need Wisdom?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2771460645813390119</id><published>2009-04-01T20:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:50:27.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Kings 9:3-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both adversity and prosperity confront our equilibrium, but prosperity is perhaps the more challenging test. Today we look at another biblical person who rose to the top and kept his balance. The classic example is David. According to the last three verses of Psalm 78:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[God] also chose David His servant&lt;br /&gt;And took him from the sheepfolds;&lt;br /&gt;From the care of the ewes with suckling lambs&lt;br /&gt;He brought him&lt;br /&gt;To shepherd Jacob His people,&lt;br /&gt;And Israel His inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he shepherded them according to the integrity of his heart,And guided them with his skillful hands.(Psalm 78:70-72, emphasis added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jehovah scanned the Judean landscape in search of Saul's successor, He found a youth in his mid-teens who possessed a unique combination: the humility of a servant, the heart of a shepherd, and the hands of skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by his thirtieth birthday, Jesse's youngest son held the premier office in the nation. King. At his fingertips were a vast treasury, unlimited privileges, and enormous power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did he handle such prosperity? Read that final verse again. He shepherded the nation "according to the integrity of his heart." In spite of his limitations and imperfections, he was one of the few who passed the test of prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you? If so, when you give your word, you do it. Exactly as you said you would. Because integrity means you are verbally trustworthy. Furthermore, when bills come due, you pay them. Because integrity means you are financially dependable. Also, when you're tempted to mess around with an illicit affair, you resist. Because integrity means you are morally pure. You don't fudge because you're able to cover your tracks. Neither do you fake it because you're now a big shot. Being successful doesn't give anybody the right to call wrong right. Or the okay to say something's okay if it isn't okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adversity or prosperity, both are tough tests on our balance. To stay balanced through prosperity---ah, that demands integrity. The swift wind of compromise is a lot more devastating than the sudden jolt of misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why walking on a wire is harder than standing up in a storm. Height has a strange way of disturbing our balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerpted from Come Before Winter and Share My Hope, Copyright © 1985, 1994 by Charles R. Swindoll, Inc. All rights reserved worldwide. Used by permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2771460645813390119?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2771460645813390119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2771460645813390119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2771460645813390119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2771460645813390119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-312252574351396228</id><published>2009-03-08T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:58:02.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach For His Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lord, He is the One who goes before you. He will be with you.~~Deuteronomy 31:8 ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once many years ago when I was going through a dark period I prayed and prayed, but the heavens seemed to be brass. I felt as though God had disappeared and that I was alone with my trial and burden. It was a dark night for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my mother about the experience and will never forget her reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, there are many times when God withdraws to test your faith. He wants you to trust Him in the darkness. Now, Son, reach up by faith in the fog and you will find that His hand will be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tears I knelt by my bed and experienced an overwhelming sense of God's presence.Whether or not we feel God's presence when our way seems dark, by faith we know He is there. You can stake your life on His promise: "I will never leave you nor forsake you" (Hebrews 13:5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Reverend Billy Graham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-312252574351396228?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/312252574351396228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=312252574351396228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/312252574351396228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/312252574351396228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/reach-for-his-handthe.html' title='Reach For His Hand'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8451297293185638812</id><published>2009-02-28T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:13:19.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think with Discernment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proverbs 3:21-22;  Philippians 1:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discernment is essential. Undiscerning love spawns and invites more heresy than any of us are ready to believe. One of the tactics of survival when facing "the flaming arrows of the evil one" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ephesians 6:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is to make certain we have cinched up the belt of truth rather tightly around ourselves. And what helps us do battle with the enemy also strengthens us in relationships with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian without discernment is like a submarine in a harbor plowing full speed ahead without radar or periscope. Or a loaded 747 trying to land in dense fog without instruments or radio. Lots of noise, a great deal of power, good intentions, until . . . bam! Disaster. It happens day in, day out . . . with frightening regularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I hear you say you want discernment but don't know where to go to find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your knees. James 1:5 promises wisdom to those who ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the Word. Psalm 119:98-100 offers insight beyond our fondest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the wise. Discernment is better caught than taught. Those who have the disease are often highly contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This offer is good throughout life and comes with a satisfaction-guaranteed clause. All are welcome to apply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8451297293185638812?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8451297293185638812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8451297293185638812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8451297293185638812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8451297293185638812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-with-discernment.html' title='Think with Discernment'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1176578222154330551</id><published>2009-02-23T20:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:06:04.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faith is not a storm cellar to which men and women can flee for refuge from the storms of life. It is, instead, an inner force that gives them the strength to face those storms and their consequences with serenity of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ Sam J. Ervin, Jr. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1176578222154330551?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1176578222154330551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1176578222154330551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1176578222154330551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1176578222154330551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/faith-is-not-storm-cellar-to-which-men.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1295479869295452189</id><published>2009-02-23T20:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:12:55.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There is a thread of truth woven through the opinions of man, but the truth of the Master Weaver is absolute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~by Roger C. Hall~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1295479869295452189?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1295479869295452189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1295479869295452189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1295479869295452189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1295479869295452189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/master.html' title='Master'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5288460545292911399</id><published>2009-02-23T19:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:09:33.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desserts'/><title type='text'>Bread Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaNHlA-JThI/AAAAAAAAA9E/FXRdwH7mF_w/s1600-h/bread-pudding-sl-257791-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306163487213964818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaNHlA-JThI/AAAAAAAAA9E/FXRdwH7mF_w/s320/bread-pudding-sl-257791-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtesy of Paula Deen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2 cups granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;5 large beaten eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3 cups cubed Italian bread, allow to stale overnight in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;1 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup (1/2 stick) butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped pecans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the sauce:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Grease a 13 by 9 by 2-inch pan.&lt;br /&gt;Mix together granulated sugar, eggs, and milk in a bowl; add vanilla. Pour over cubed bread and let sit for 10 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another bowl, mix and crumble together brown sugar, butter, and pecans.&lt;br /&gt;Pour bread mixture into prepared pan. Sprinkle brown sugar mixture over the top and bake for 35 to 45 minutes, or until set. Remove from oven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the sauce:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together the granulated sugar, butter, egg, and vanilla in a saucepan over medium heat. Stir together until the sugar is melted. Pour over bread pudding. Serve warm or cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5288460545292911399?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5288460545292911399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5288460545292911399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5288460545292911399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5288460545292911399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/bread-pudding.html' title='Bread Pudding'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaNHlA-JThI/AAAAAAAAA9E/FXRdwH7mF_w/s72-c/bread-pudding-sl-257791-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3511421073011685578</id><published>2009-02-22T23:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:07:10.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Beatty's Chocolate Cake Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIhFr-IWmI/AAAAAAAAA80/TpmeUBKU-_Y/s1600-h/choc+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305839692582247010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIhFr-IWmI/AAAAAAAAA80/TpmeUBKU-_Y/s320/choc+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cake Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butter, for greasing the pans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for pans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cups good cocoa powder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 teaspoons baking soda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon kosher salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup buttermilk, shaken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup vegetable oil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 extra-large eggs, at room temperature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup freshly brewed hot coffee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Buttercream, recipe follows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cake Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Butter 2 (8-inch) round cake pans. Line with parchment paper, then butter and flour the pans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sift the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder, and salt into the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with a paddle attachment and mix on low speed until combined. In another bowl, combine the buttermilk, oil, eggs, and vanilla. With the mixer on low speed, slowly add the wet ingredients to the dry. With mixer still on low, add the coffee and stir just to combine, scraping the bottom of the bowl with a rubber spatula. Pour the batter into the prepared pans and bake for 35 to 40 minutes, until a cake tester comes out clean. Cool in the pans for 30 minutes, then turn them out onto a cooling rack and cool completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Place 1 layer, flat side up, on a flat plate or cake pedestal. With a knife or offset spatula, spread the top with frosting. Place the second layer on top, rounded side up, and spread the frosting evenly on the top and sides of the cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buttercream Frosting Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 ounces good semisweet chocolate (recommended: Callebaut) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 pound (2 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 extra-large egg yolk, at room temperature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/4 cups sifted confectioners' sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon instant coffee powder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buttercream Frosting Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Chop the chocolate and place it in a heat-proof bowl set over a pan of simmering water. Stir until just melted and set aside until cooled to room temperature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with a paddle attachment, beat the butter on medium-high speed until light yellow and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add the egg yolk and vanilla and continue beating for 3 minutes. Turn the mixer to low, gradually add the confectioners' sugar, then beat at medium speed, scraping down the bowl as necessary, until smooth and creamy. Dissolve the coffee powder in 2 teaspoons of the hottest tap water. On low speed, add the chocolate and coffee to the butter mixture and mix until blended. Don't whip! Spread immediately on the cooled cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 8 servings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recipe via Barefoot Contessa at Home by Ina Garten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3511421073011685578?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3511421073011685578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3511421073011685578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3511421073011685578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3511421073011685578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/beattys-chocolate-cake-recipe.html' title='Beatty&apos;s Chocolate Cake Recipe'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIhFr-IWmI/AAAAAAAAA80/TpmeUBKU-_Y/s72-c/choc+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6733292640512078178</id><published>2009-02-22T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:02:54.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them -- every day begin the task anew."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saint Francis de Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6733292640512078178?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6733292640512078178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6733292640512078178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6733292640512078178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6733292640512078178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-for-today.html' title='Thought for Today'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6649233824585199321</id><published>2009-02-22T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:10:07.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bread'/><title type='text'>Whole Wheat Bread or Rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIe1E82h9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/fDb3YdkvpaU/s1600-h/whole+wheat+rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305837208206739410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 445px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIe1E82h9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/fDb3YdkvpaU/s320/whole+wheat+rolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tbsp. yeast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 c. lukewarm water (16 oz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 c. honey (2 oz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 c. olive oil (6 oz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 fresh eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 c. whole wheat flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp. salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve yeast in water and honey for about 5 minutes. Place all ingredients in mixing bowl and knead until it loosens from sides of the bowl. Place in large oiled bowl, cover and let rise until about double. Be sure it is in a warm place. Remove and shape into loaves, rolls, or buns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake at about 375 degrees until browned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6649233824585199321?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6649233824585199321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6649233824585199321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6649233824585199321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6649233824585199321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/whole-wheat-bread-or-rolls.html' title='Whole Wheat Bread or Rolls'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIe1E82h9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/fDb3YdkvpaU/s72-c/whole+wheat+rolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3097123576124174371</id><published>2009-02-22T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:08:59.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soup'/><title type='text'>Vegetable Beef Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIeO-8VOBI/AAAAAAAAA8k/27wGD4HRYbU/s1600-h/beefsoup-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305836553758914578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 458px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIeO-8VOBI/AAAAAAAAA8k/27wGD4HRYbU/s320/beefsoup-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtesy of Lady &amp;amp; Sons (Paula Deen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons vegetable oil (if using chuck roast)&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 to 3 pounds beef short ribs or 2 1/2 to 3 pounds boneless chuck roast*&lt;br /&gt;4 quarts cold water&lt;br /&gt;1 (28-ounce) can diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons dried parsley&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons beef bouillon granules&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon dried Italian seasoning&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon House Seasoning, recipe follows&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon seasoned salt, plus extra for seasoning&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon celery salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, plus extra for seasoning&lt;br /&gt;2 bay leaves&lt;br /&gt;1 cup thinly sliced carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 cup diced celery&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sliced green beans, fresh or canned&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen black-eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen butter beans&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cut okra, fresh or frozen&lt;br /&gt;1 cup corn kernels, fresh or canned&lt;br /&gt;1 cup diced potatoes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup uncooked elbow macaroni&lt;br /&gt;Chopped fresh parsley leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If using chuck roast, heat the oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Place the roast in the skillet and cook until browned on both sides, about 5 minutes per side. Remove the roast from the skillet and cut it into 1 1/2 to 2-inch cubes; discard the fat. Place the beef cubes in a large stockpot. (If using short ribs, you can put them right in the pot with no preparation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the water, tomatoes, onions, dried parsley, beef bouillon, dried Italian seasoning, House Seasoning, seasoned salt, Worcestershire sauce, celery salt, garlic powder, black pepper and bay leaves. Bring to a boil over high heat. Cover the pot; reduce the heat so that the liquid simmers, and cook for 1 1/2 to 2 hours, or until the meat is very tender. If using short ribs, remove them from the pot and cut the meat from the bones, discard the bones and fat, and return the meat to the pot. Add the remaining vegetables and the macaroni and return the soup to a boil, stirring to distribute the ingredients. Reduce the heat and simmer for 45 minutes. Just before serving, season with salt and pepper and add fresh chopped parsley. To remove excess fat from the surface of the soup, swirl a lettuce leaf around the surface—it will pick up a lot of the fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The chuck roast will yield more meat, but the bones from the short ribs give the soup an incredible flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House Seasoning: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 cup salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3097123576124174371?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3097123576124174371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3097123576124174371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3097123576124174371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3097123576124174371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/vegetable-beef-soup.html' title='Vegetable Beef Soup'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SaIeO-8VOBI/AAAAAAAAA8k/27wGD4HRYbU/s72-c/beefsoup-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8575061582754097886</id><published>2009-02-22T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:50:18.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying the Flag of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proverbs 15:13, 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon left us many statements about the value of joy in his book of Proverbs. Yesterday we read: "A joyful heart is good medicine, / But a broken spirit dries up the bones" (Proverbs 17:22). Take a quick look at a couple more: "A joyful heart makes a cheerful face, / But when the heart is sad, the spirit is broken" (15:13); and "a cheerful heart has a continual feast" (15:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no more effective testimony of a changed life than a winsome spirit. The joy that oozes from that kind of person is contagious. Christians talk a lot about love and faith and hope, but we often fail to emphasize the value of joy. How strange! Especially since it appears next to the top of the list in the fruit of the Spirit, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control" (Galatians 5:22-23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God handed out ribbons to those who bear the right fruit, those who demonstrate love on a regular basis would win the blue . . . and those who model joy would wear the red. Laughter that pours out of a joyful heart is one of the most delightful of all sounds on earth. God loves it!&lt;br /&gt;As someone once said, "Joy is the flag flying high above the castle of the heart, announcing that the King is in residence there." (Read that again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's lighten up. Let's allow ourselves to rest and relax more often during spontaneous segments of each day, filling those moments with a little fun. Let's stop suppressing our laughter (remember those "hips" from yesterday's devotional!). Let's remind ourselves that a healthy and well-exercised sense of humor is as much a mark of spirituality as being faithful in prayer and being committed to the truths of Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to unwrap that flag, raise it to the top of the mast, and fly it high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8575061582754097886?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8575061582754097886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8575061582754097886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8575061582754097886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8575061582754097886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/flying-flag-of-joyby.html' title='Flying the Flag of Joy'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6709303798107930868</id><published>2009-02-11T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:26:37.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities of Spiritual Nourishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Timothy 4:6; Psalm 55:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can deny the importance of nutrition. Our level of energy, our ability to cope with life's challenges, and even our mental attitude are directly linked to the proper intake of the right foods eaten regularly and in proper amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all experienced times when we have not eaten a balanced diet or we've eaten too many sweets or we've been in a hurry and completely skipped a meal. Invariably, we have endured the consequences of feeling sick, light-headed, and occasionally depressed, or we became irritated and jumpy, sometimes we got a little shaky---in our family, we call that "getting the jitters." It's the body's way of letting us know that it's lacking nourishment. It's a fact: "optimal health requires optimal nutrition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true spiritually speaking. Without sufficient and regular nutrition, our inner life begins to suffer the consequences. Our souls long to be fed, nourished, and energized on a regular basis. When we fail to set aside time to absorb healthy spiritual food, it isn't long before the consequences kick in . . . and it's not a pretty sight. We start to operate in the flesh rather than under the control of God's Spirit. We get shallow and selfish, more demanding and less gentle, quick to react impatiently, rashly, angrily. These are all signs of inner malnutrition.&lt;br /&gt;For the next few moments let's think about what's needed to maintain a healthy level of spiritual nutrition. It isn't rocket science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We need a regular diet of God's Word. Just as we must eat each day, so we must take the time to read the Scriptures each day. Our souls must be "nourished on the words of the faith and of the sound doctrine" &lt;em&gt;(1 Timothy 4:6).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We need to pray regularly. In reading the Bible, God speaks to us; in prayer, we speak to Him. Prayer helps us realign our lives to the Lord's timing and direction. It also shifts the load off our shoulders and onto His. David wrote, "Cast your burden upon the LORD and He will sustain you"&lt;em&gt; (Psalm 55:22).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We need time to be still, to meditate on the things of God. Such moments of quietness calm our nerves, clear our thinking, and enable us to refocus. After directing Joshua to structure his life around God's truth, the Lord added, "you shall meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do according to all that is written in it" &lt;em&gt;(Joshua 1:8).&lt;/em&gt; Tragically, meditation is a lost art of the twenty-first century. How few truly take time to "cease striving and know that [He is] God" &lt;em&gt;(Psalm 46:10).&lt;/em&gt; How seldom do we make deliberate plans "to do according to all" that we have observed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6709303798107930868?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6709303798107930868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6709303798107930868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6709303798107930868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6709303798107930868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/priorities-of-spiritual-nourishment.html' title='Priorities of Spiritual Nourishment'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6491697892639759713</id><published>2009-02-04T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:46:16.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Use Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SYpgcBzBY-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/kpmeU3zOkQ8/s1600-h/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299153946189849570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SYpgcBzBY-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/kpmeU3zOkQ8/s320/apples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roast a juicy chicken: The next time you roast a chicken, stuff an apple inside the bird before placing it in the roasting pan. When it's done cooking, toss the apple. Your roasted chicken will be juicy and delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep cakes fresh: A simple way to extend the life of a homemade or store bought cake is to store it with half an apple. It helps the cake maintain its moisture considerably longer than just storing it in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ripen green tomatoes: You can quickly ripen green tomatoes by placing them in a paper bag with a ripe apple for a couple of days. For best results, use one apple per five or six tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fluff up hardened brown sugar: Place an apple wedge in a ziplock bag with hardened brown sugar. Put the tightly sealed bag in a dry place for a day or two and your sugar will once again be soft enough to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absorb salt in soups and stews: If you overdo the salt, just drop a few apple wedges in the pot. Cook for another ten minutes or so and remove the apple wedges, along with the excess salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep cookies soft: Place a couple of slices of apples in your cookie jar. Your cookies will stay soft for quite a bit longer than they normally do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6491697892639759713?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6491697892639759713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6491697892639759713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6491697892639759713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6491697892639759713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-use-apples.html' title='How to Use Apples'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SYpgcBzBY-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/kpmeU3zOkQ8/s72-c/apples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4006805891372923688</id><published>2009-02-03T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:04:51.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Washing of Water...with the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2051:1-10%20&amp;amp;version=49" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 51:1-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our four children were young, we often spent our vacation weeks each summer camping together. We owned one of those tent campers on wheels, which we pulled behind our car to various campsites. One of our favorite spots was located in a wooded state park. A river ran through it. Its cool, clear water gave us a place to swim and ride the rapids on old truck-tire inner tubes. A large, natural rock formation rose out of the water on the other side. We'd take turns jumping off those huge boulders into the cold, deep water---talk about fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids are all grown now, but those memories of camping together remain vivid in all our minds. The river water served another very practical purpose: by swimming each day, we didn't have to take a shower. I smile when I remember taking a bar of soap with us, as we'd walk down to the river. By the time we'd spent a couple hours in the water, we'd be squeaky clean. It always felt so good when we'd crawl into our sleeping bags in the camper after a long afternoon in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many benefits of water is its cleansing ability---not only on our bodies but in them as well. We read of this in Paul's first-century letter to his friends in Ephesus. In Ephesians 5:25-26, he reminded them of how deeply Christ is committed to the church, the body of believers: "Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her, so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as clear, fresh water cleanses our bodies, God's written Word washes us clean deep down inside our souls. It purifies our thoughts, scrubs our motives, and cleans our conscience as we absorb it and obey its truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and read the first 10 verses of Psalm 51. Notice how many times David asked the Lord to cleanse him within. Linger at those references, and make each one of them your prayer today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4006805891372923688?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4006805891372923688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4006805891372923688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4006805891372923688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4006805891372923688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/washing-of-waterwith-word.html' title='The Washing of Water...with the Word'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-608689160260664499</id><published>2009-01-20T09:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:22:06.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of a Positive Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians" target="_blank" version="'49;"&gt;Philippians 2:3-5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I determined to deal with my attitude. I found myself getting pretty testy, even argumentative at times. Our children were young and often had needs that required my time and attention. More often than I'd like to admit, that irritated me---to the point where my wife said I needed to think about how negative I was becoming, and then I needed to do something about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, like most husbands would, I resisted her words, but after giving them further thought, I realized that what she was observing was painfully true. To use a popular expression, I was in need of a serious attitude adjustment! I knew that if some of my emotional outbursts didn't stop, I'd not only alienate all four of my children, I would become a lonely, bitter, and crotchety old man. The realization of all that led me to come to terms with my negative attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful I did! Among other things, it led me to sit down and write out a carefully worded statement on the importance of choosing the right attitude every single day. I had no idea how God would use it in the lives of people around the world. I've come across it in the most amazing places---and I've had friends tell me of their seeing it in such places as restaurant menus and hanging on walls in machine shops and hearing it quoted in sales conferences, memorized by cadets preparing to be highway patrolmen, and learned by students in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Attitudes”&lt;br /&gt;Words can never adequately convey the incredible impact of our attitude toward life. The longer I live the more convinced I become that life is 10 percent what happens to us and 90 percent how we respond to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the single most significant decision I can make on a day-to-day basis is my choice of attitude. It is more important than my past, my education, my bankroll, my successes or failures, fame or pain, what other people think of me or say about me, my circumstances, or my position. Attitude keeps me going or cripples my progress. It alone fuels my fire or assaults my hope. When my attitudes are right, there's no barrier too high, no valley too deep, no dream too extreme, no challenge too great for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share this with you in hopes that it will help you as much as it has helped so many others, including me. Thankfully, I'm a different man today because I came to terms with my attitude a number of years ago. And because I did, as I grow older, I've became a lot easier to live with. Just ask my wife . . . and our kids . . . and their kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-608689160260664499?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/608689160260664499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=608689160260664499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/608689160260664499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/608689160260664499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/value-of-positive-attitudeby.html' title='The Value of a Positive Attitude'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3228448166314806489</id><published>2008-12-24T08:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:21:15.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidings of Great Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SVI2p-nB2MI/AAAAAAAAA78/P8VYjOmzlHs/s1600-h/Nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283345407668246722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SVI2p-nB2MI/AAAAAAAAA78/P8VYjOmzlHs/s320/Nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there were shepherds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living out in the fields nearby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keeping watch over their flocks at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An angel of the Lord appeared to them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the glory of the Lord shone around them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they were terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bring you good news of great joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that will be for all the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today in the town of David &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Savior has been born to you; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is Christ the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will be a sign to you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will find a baby wrapped in cloths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lying in a manger."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly a great company of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heavenly host appeared with the angel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;praising God and saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Glory to God in the highest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and on earth peace to men &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on whom his favor rests."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~ Luke 2:8-14 ~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3228448166314806489?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3228448166314806489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3228448166314806489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3228448166314806489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3228448166314806489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-there-were-shepherds-living-out-in.html' title='Tidings of Great Joy'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SVI2p-nB2MI/AAAAAAAAA78/P8VYjOmzlHs/s72-c/Nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2012099481507607172</id><published>2008-12-22T22:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:53:45.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SVBgWJJhFPI/AAAAAAAAA70/zq-WlHfN_hg/s1600-h/Christmas-Present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282828296434816242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SVBgWJJhFPI/AAAAAAAAA70/zq-WlHfN_hg/s320/Christmas-Present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly decorated packages. But mostly, Christmas is for love. I had not believed this until a small elf-like student with wide-eyed innocent eyes and soft rosy cheeks gave me a wondrous gift one Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sister's son. She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadn't been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif. Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunt's anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room. We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day. When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother. Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day. I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how I had missed him, and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, "Did you really miss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained how he had been my best helper. "I was making you a surprise," he whispered confidentially. "It's for Christmas." With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room. He didn't stay after school any more after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. "I have your present," he said timidly when I looked up. "I hope you like it." He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it?" I asked opening the top to look inside. "&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you can't see what's in it," He replied, "and you can't touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when you're all alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gazed into the empty box. "What is it Mark," I asked gently, "that will make me feel so good?" "It's love," he whispered softly, "and mother always said it's best when you give it away." And he turned and quietly left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood on the piano in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Christmas is for gaiety, mirth and song, for good and wondrous gifts. But mostly, Christmas is for love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2012099481507607172?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2012099481507607172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2012099481507607172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2012099481507607172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2012099481507607172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-for-love.html' title='Christmas is for Love'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SVBgWJJhFPI/AAAAAAAAA70/zq-WlHfN_hg/s72-c/Christmas-Present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-7884566058366848523</id><published>2008-12-19T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:09:36.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Generosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll &lt;em&gt;- 2 Corinthians 9:6-7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on God's gifts to you. In case you need a little help, read through Psalm 103.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget none of His benefits; who pardons all your iniquities, who heals all your diseases; who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion; who satisfies your years with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle. The LORD performs righteous deeds and judgments for all who are oppressed" (Ps. 103:1--6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psalmist lists several benefits to prod our thinking. As we reflect on God's gifts to us, it's helpful to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have eyesight? It's a gift. Do you have a good mind? It's a gift. Do you have leadership abilities that cause others to follow? A good education? These are all gifts. Has He given you a family? Has He given you sufficient clothes? How about a nice, warm, soft bed at night or a comfortable place to live in the hot summer? Why, some even have more than one home! These are all gifts from God's hand. Reflect on His numerous gifts to you. It will increase your joy. And a smile will soon replace that frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind yourself of God's promises regarding generosity. God promises if you sow bountifully, you will reap bountifully. So give! Give abundantly! Even extravagant giving is honored by God. I've never known anyone who went bad because he or she was too generous. Remind yourself of His promises regarding generosity and start giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of outgiving God. It is absolutely impossible to do that. He will keep every one of His promises related to generosity. Try Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7884566058366848523?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7884566058366848523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7884566058366848523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7884566058366848523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7884566058366848523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/generosity.html' title='Generosity'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1272751486982306654</id><published>2008-11-26T07:32:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:39:30.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SS1CgFB4_kI/AAAAAAAAA7M/T_OuibsFT7c/s1600-h/Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272943857594072642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SS1CgFB4_kI/AAAAAAAAA7M/T_OuibsFT7c/s320/Thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!~~ Psalm 107:1 ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pilgrim Fathers who landed at Plymouth in America in 1620 knew nothing of the bountiful prosperity that so many people enjoy today. During that first long winter, seven times as many graves were made for the dead as homes were built for the living. Seed, imported from England, failed to grow, and a ship that was to bring food and relief, brought thirty-five more mouths to feed, but not an ounce of provisions. They caught fish, hunted wild fowl, and venison. They had a little English meal and some Indian corn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet their lives were marked by a spirit of constant thankfulness. On one occasion, William Brewster, rising from a scanty Plymouth dinner of clams and water, gave thanks to God "for the abundance of the sea and the treasures hid in the sand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to today's standards, they had little; but they possessed a sense of great gratitude. Gratitude is one of the greatest Christian graces; ingratitude, one of the most vicious sins. Ask God to open your eyes to all the blessings He has bestowed on you, and to give you a fresh spirit of gratitude - not just at this season of the year, but always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Reverend Billy Graham, Hope for Each Day - Words of Wisdom and Faith, Thomas Nelson Inc., Publisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1272751486982306654?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1272751486982306654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1272751486982306654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1272751486982306654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1272751486982306654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-thanksgiving.html' title='True Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SS1CgFB4_kI/AAAAAAAAA7M/T_OuibsFT7c/s72-c/Thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-7806389910803398505</id><published>2008-10-22T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:07:57.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Grace is Sufficient</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Mosie Lister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I'm tried and tested&lt;br /&gt;As I travel day by day&lt;br /&gt;`Oft I meet with pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And there's trouble in the way&lt;br /&gt;But I have a sweet assurance&lt;br /&gt;That my soul, the Lord will lead&lt;br /&gt;And in Him there is strength for every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, His grace is sufficient for me&lt;br /&gt;And His love is abundant and free&lt;br /&gt;And what joy fills my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Just to know, just to know&lt;br /&gt;That His grace is sufficient for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tempter brings confusion&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;On my knees I turn to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;For He'll always see me through&lt;br /&gt;Then despair is changed to victory&lt;br /&gt;Every doubt just melts away&lt;br /&gt;And in Him there is hope for everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7806389910803398505?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7806389910803398505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7806389910803398505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7806389910803398505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7806389910803398505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/many-times-im-tried-and-tested-as-i.html' title='His Grace is Sufficient'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8961726358077670121</id><published>2008-10-22T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:04:52.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 55:22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast your burden on the LORD, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8961726358077670121?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8961726358077670121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8961726358077670121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8961726358077670121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8961726358077670121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/psalms-5522.html' title='Psalms 55:22'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2545217717585729689</id><published>2008-10-22T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:03:59.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 3:5</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2545217717585729689?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2545217717585729689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2545217717585729689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2545217717585729689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2545217717585729689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/psalms-35.html' title='Psalms 3:5'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3692999988359738719</id><published>2008-10-13T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:21:13.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devoted Son</title><content type='html'>Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they traveled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet, and many others adorned the walls of their family estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The widowed elderly man looked on with satisfaction as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As winter approached, war engulfed their nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, the elderly man received a telegram that his beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within days his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic. Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and sadness.The joy of the season-a season that he and his son had so looked forward to in the past-would visit his house no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man. As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the door and was greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hand. The soldier introduced himself to the old man by saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come infor a few moments? I have something to show you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told every one of his-and his father's-love of fine art work. "I'm also an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give you this." As the old man began to unwrap the package, paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the world would never consider it a work of genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome with emotion, the old man thanked the soldier, promising to hang the portrait above the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task. True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside thousands of dollars worth of paintings. And then the old man sat in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the days and weeks that followed, the man learned that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease his grief, as he realized that, although his son was no longer with him, the boy's life would live on because of those he had touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the priceless pieces for which museums around the world clamored. He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The artworld was in anticipation, since, with the old man's passing, and his only son dead, those paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the art works would be auctioned on Christmas Day, the way he had received his greatest gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams could be fulfilled this day; greatness could be achieved as somecould say," I have the greatest collection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum list... It was the painting of the old man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid, but the room was silent."Who will open the bidding with $100?" he asked. Moments passed as no one spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back of the room came, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his son. Let's forget it and get on to the good ones." More voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one-first," replied the auctioneer. "Now who will take the son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a friend of the old man spoke. "Will you take $10 for thepainting? That's all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will anyone go higher?" called the auctioneer. After more silence he said, "Going once, going twice...Gone!" The gavel fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers filled the room and someone shouted, "Now we can get on with it and bid on these treasures!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced that the auction was over. Stunned disbelief quieted the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean it's over? We didn't come here for a portrait of some old man's son! What about all of the other paintings? There are millions of dollars worth of art work here. We demand an explanation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple. According to the will of thef ather, whoever takes the son...gets it all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the art collectors discovered on that day...The message is still the same...the love of the Father....a Father whose son gave his life for others...And because of that Father's love...Whoever takes the Son gets it all. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Author Unknown -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3692999988359738719?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3692999988359738719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3692999988359738719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Rejoice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8782301833925057941?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8782301833925057941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8782301833925057941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8782301833925057941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8782301833925057941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/philippians-44.html' title='Philippians 4:4'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4706910091298178977</id><published>2008-10-13T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:09:52.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because He Lives</title><content type='html'>God sent His son, they called Him Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He came to love, heal, and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;He lived and died to buy my pardon,&lt;br /&gt;An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Because He lives, All fear is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know He holds the future,&lt;br /&gt;And life is worth the living just because He lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet to hold a newborn baby,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the pride and joy he gives.&lt;br /&gt;But greater still the calm assurance,&lt;br /&gt;This child can face uncertain days because He lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day I'll cross the river,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight life's final war with pain.&lt;br /&gt;And then as death gives way to victory,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ William and Gloria Gaither ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4706910091298178977?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4706910091298178977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6178912652316741696</id><published>2008-09-22T07:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:01:21.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desserts'/><title type='text'>Two-Layer Caramel-Pecan Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SNeFogeZNAI/AAAAAAAAApc/C27rkBVZprk/s1600-h/pecan-bars-ck-223778-x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248810821682279426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SNeFogeZNAI/AAAAAAAAApc/C27rkBVZprk/s320/pecan-bars-ck-223778-x.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yield: 20 bars (serving size: 1 bar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1/3 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter or stick margarine, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons fat-free milk&lt;br /&gt;40 small soft caramel candies&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup finely chopped pecans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Preheat oven to 375°.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat the first 4 ingredients with a mixer at medium speed until well-blended. Lightly spoon flour into dry measuring cups, and level with a knife. Add flour to sugar mixture, stirring until well-blended. (Mixture will be crumbly.) Firmly press mixture into bottom of an 8-inch square baking pan coated with cooking spray. Bake at 375° for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While crust is baking, combine milk and caramel candies in a medium sauce-pan. Place over low heat; cook until candies melt, stirring occasionally. Stir in 1 teaspoon vanilla; remove from heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the crust from oven. Pour the caramel mixture evenly over hot crust. Sprinkle with pecans. Bake at 375° for 15 minutes. Cool completely on a wire rack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6178912652316741696?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6178912652316741696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6178912652316741696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6178912652316741696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6178912652316741696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-layer-caramel-pecan-bars.html' title='Two-Layer Caramel-Pecan Bars'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SNeFogeZNAI/AAAAAAAAApc/C27rkBVZprk/s72-c/pecan-bars-ck-223778-x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4592588731626732112</id><published>2008-09-22T07:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:02:31.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken'/><title type='text'>Champion Chicken Parmesan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SNeEyUhD93I/AAAAAAAAApU/22ek7I8NuUU/s1600-h/chicken-ck-222386-x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248809890759309170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SNeEyUhD93I/AAAAAAAAApU/22ek7I8NuUU/s320/chicken-ck-222386-x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 4 servings (serving size: 1 chicken breast half, 1 cup sauce, 1/4 cup cheese, and 3/4 cup pasta) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomato sauce: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ounce sun-dried tomatoes, packed without oil (about 1/4 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup boiling water&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 cups chopped red bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;2 (14.5-ounce) cans diced tomatoes, undrained&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons chopped fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, minced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1/4 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;4 (4-ounce) skinned, boned chicken breast halves&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg white, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (4 ounces) shredded part-skim mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;3 cups hot cooked linguine (about 6 ounces uncooked pasta) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To prepare tomato sauce, combine sun-dried tomatoes and water in a bowl; cover and let stand 30 minutes or until soft. Drain and finely chop tomatoes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat 1 teaspoon olive oil in a large saucepan over medium-high heat. Add sun-dried tomatoes, bell pepper, and onion; sauté 7 minutes. Stir in canned tomatoes; bring to a boil. Cover, reduce heat, and simmer for 10 minutes. Remove from heat; stir in parsley, basil, vinegar, 1/4 teaspoon black pepper, and garlic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350°. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare chicken, lightly spoon flour into a dry measuring cup; level with a knife. Combine flour, Parmesan, and 1/4 teaspoon black pepper in a shallow dish. Place each breast half between 2 sheets of heavy-duty plastic wrap; flatten to 1/4-inch thickness using a meat mallet or rolling pin. Dip each breast half in egg white; dredge in flour mixture. Heat 1 tablespoon oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Add chicken; cook 5 minutes on each side or until golden. Arrange in a 13 x 9-inch baking dish coated with cooking spray. Pour the tomato sauce over the chicken. Sprinkle with mozzarella. Bake at 350° for 15 minutes. Serve over linguine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4592588731626732112?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4592588731626732112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4592588731626732112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4592588731626732112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4592588731626732112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/champion-chicken-parmesan.html' title='Champion Chicken Parmesan'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SNeEyUhD93I/AAAAAAAAApU/22ek7I8NuUU/s72-c/chicken-ck-222386-x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3678945001172264552</id><published>2008-09-22T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:24:56.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A God of Infinite Possibilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair...~~ 2 Corinthians 4:8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we travel the roads of life, all of us are confronted with streets that seem to be dead ends. We may become discouraged. After all, we live in a society where expectations can be high and demands even higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself enduring difficult circumstances, remember that God remains in His heaven. If you become discouraged with the direction of your day or your life, turn your thoughts and prayers to Him. He is a God of possibility, not negativity. He will guide you through your difficulties and beyond them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, with a renewed spirit of optimism and hope, you can thank the Giver of all things good for gifts that are simply too profound to fully understand and for treasures that are too numerous to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every misfortune, every failure, every loss may be transformed. God has the power to transform all misfortunes into "God-sends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mrs. Charles E. Cowman)A Woman of Prayer - 365 Daily Devotions, Freeman-Smith LLC, Publisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3678945001172264552?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3678945001172264552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3678945001172264552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3678945001172264552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3678945001172264552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-of-infinite-possibilities.html' title='A God of Infinite Possibilities'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-7059517095685458898</id><published>2008-09-19T08:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:11:43.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 46:4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=24"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even to your old age, I am He,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even to gray hairs I will carry you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have made, and I will bear;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even I will carry, and will deliver you.      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7059517095685458898?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7059517095685458898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7059517095685458898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7059517095685458898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7059517095685458898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/isaiah-464.html' title='Isaiah 46:4'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2773121655826169185</id><published>2008-09-19T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:07:16.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Fisherman</title><content type='html'>Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out patients at the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face -- lopsided from swelling, red and raw. Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face...I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a  brown paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going. At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him he was welcome to come again. And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious. When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illness' would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse, As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!" My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven. "Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body." All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Mary Bartels Bray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2773121655826169185?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2773121655826169185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2773121655826169185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2773121655826169185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2773121655826169185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-fisherman.html' title='The Old Fisherman'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1451641465312919738</id><published>2008-09-12T07:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:54:44.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 139:17-19 (King James Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17.  How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 18.  If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with thee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1451641465312919738?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1451641465312919738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1451641465312919738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1451641465312919738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1451641465312919738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/psalm-13917-19-king-james-version.html' title='Psalm 139:17-19 (King James Version)'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1665614109070941610</id><published>2008-09-12T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:51:58.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read Job 26:1--14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived long enough to be convinced that suffering is not an enemy. It seems strange to put it this way, but the truth is, suffering is a friend. Not until we acknowledge that will we glean its benefits. Job is living in the crucible. His misery in that difficult arena has forced him to focus on things that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally come to realize that one of the benefits of going through times of suffering is that my focus turns vertical. Charles Spurgeon, the great pulpiteer of London for so many years, was a flashpoint of controversy. The media of his day relished taking him on. They took advantage of a target that big. Normally he could hold his own, but there was one occasion when it began to get the best of him. All of us have our breaking points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife noticed a depression that was lingering. She became concerned for him that he not lose his zeal and not miss the opportunities that were his while going through such hard times. That led her to do an unusual thing. She turned in her Bible to the Sermon on the Mount where Jesus said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great; for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you. (Matthew 5:11--12) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her own handwriting she wrote those words on a large piece of paper. She then taped it on the ceiling above their bed. When the preacher turned over the next morning, he awoke, blinked his eyes, and as he lay there he read those words. He read them again, aloud. He focused vertically on what God was saying, and it renewed him within. He pressed on with new passion. What a wonderful, creative idea Mrs. Spurgeon had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the point: when flat on your back, the only way to look is up. Focus on God, rather than on your pain. Become totally absorbed with thoughts of Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1665614109070941610?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1665614109070941610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1665614109070941610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1665614109070941610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1665614109070941610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-up.html' title='Look Up'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1490242491639053332</id><published>2008-09-05T05:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:40:50.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harsh But Realistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read Job 21:23--33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While speaking the truth Job left the defense of his own character in the Lord's hands. He was firm and deliberate, but he remained in control. I repeat, I understand what it's like to be unjustly maligned. I have been accused of things, and that rumor has kept me awake. It has made my stomach churn. It has taken away my appetite. I have determined not to pay any attention to it, yet found that I was unable to turn it off in my mind. Not until I decided to leave things in the Lord's hands and rest in His sovereign control did I find inner peace. Without exception (please hear this!), not until I deliberately stepped back and leaned hard on my God did my mind begin to relax, my emotions settle down, and my inner peace return. I say again, the truth will win out. And God will be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to let the accusations discourage and derail you, remembering they are nonsense and lies. Get tough! Returning to that one-liner from the Revolutionary War, "Trust in God but keep your powder dry," is essential to keeping your balance. You may be trusting the Lord for safety, but you still lock your doors every night, hopefully, and turn on your alarm. When you get in your car, you lock your doors, don't you? You roll up your windows, don't you? If you don't, you are playing with fire. Trusting God is not naive presumption. Wisdom must be applied to a life of faith. Going through hard times requires a get-tough mind-set. Go there. That may seem harsh, but it's realistic. And realism is a powerful message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you who are going through a time of false accusation, may God strengthen you in it. May He hold you close through it. May He give you wisdom and grace in responding to it. May He become real and personal to you, even giving you songs in the night and quiet rest with the assurance that He is defending your integrity. And may He toughen your hide so you don't cave in while awaiting vindication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1490242491639053332?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1490242491639053332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1490242491639053332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1490242491639053332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1490242491639053332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/harsh-but-realistic.html' title='Harsh But Realistic'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-336072194134447576</id><published>2008-09-03T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:18:43.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Words of Encouragement of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And let us consider how we may spur one another ontoward love and good deeds.~~ Hebrews 10:24 NIV ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that we speak have the power to do great good or great harm. If we speak words of encouragement and hope, we can lift others up. And that's exactly what God commands us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when we feel uplifted and secure, it is easy to speak kind words. Other times, when we are discouraged or tired, we can scarcely summon the energy to uplift ourselves, much less anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God intends that we speak words of kindness, wisdom, and truth, no matter our circumstances, no matter our emotions. When we do, we share a priceless gift with the world, and we give glory to the One who gave his life for us. As believers, we must do no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to be reminded of the great potential we possess.We need someone to point out our likeness to the Onewho created us, to see God's image in us. Just one little wordof encouragement can make all the difference&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.~~ Barbara Johnson ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-336072194134447576?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/336072194134447576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=336072194134447576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/336072194134447576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/336072194134447576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/speaking-words-of-encouragement-of-hope.html' title='Speaking Words of Encouragement of Hope'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2569376968848632926</id><published>2008-08-26T06:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:41:08.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fern And The Bamboo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"'Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.'"Hebrews 13:5 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. ... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'God', I said. 'Can you give me one good reason not to quit?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me. 'Look around', He said. 'Do you see the fern and the bamboo?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The same in year four.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then in the fifth year, a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern, it was seemingly small and insignificant. But just six months later, the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle. Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots? I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't compare yourself to others.' He said. 'The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful. 'Your time will come', God said to me. 'You will rise high'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How high should I rise?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How high will the bamboo rise?' He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As high as it can?' I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.' He said, 'Give me glory by rising as high as you can.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest, realizing that God will never give up on me. And He will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret a day in your life. Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are essential to life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2569376968848632926?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2569376968848632926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2569376968848632926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2569376968848632926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2569376968848632926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/fern-and-bamboo.html' title='The Fern And The Bamboo'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3914174413950387850</id><published>2008-08-26T06:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:10:50.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Yogurt-Marmalade Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SLPb2U4fgHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uHBr7i69Yzg/s1600-h/yogurt+marmalade+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238772517927092338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SLPb2U4fgHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uHBr7i69Yzg/s320/yogurt+marmalade+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 heaping cup of plain, lowfat yogurt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Zest of 1 lemon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Canola oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup prepared orange marmalade&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray loaf pan with nonstick baking spray (or grease and flour it if it makes your skirt fly up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift together flour, baking powder, and salt. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate bowl, mix together yogurt, sugar, eggs, vanilla, lemon zest, and canola oil until just combined. Pour over dry ingredients and mix until just combined; do not overbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour into loaf pan and bake for 45 minutes. Remove and allow to cool slightly. Remove from pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cake is cooling, pour marmalade into pan. Heat until melted, stirring occasionally. Add yogurt to pan and turn off heat. Stir to combine, then pour slowly over the top of the cake, allowing icing to pool around the sides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3914174413950387850?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3914174413950387850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3914174413950387850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3914174413950387850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3914174413950387850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/yogurt-marmalade-cake.html' title='Yogurt-Marmalade Cake'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SLPb2U4fgHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uHBr7i69Yzg/s72-c/yogurt+marmalade+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4747776898813501308</id><published>2008-08-26T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:30:40.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bread'/><title type='text'>Cheese Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SLPa-uw0bXI/AAAAAAAAAog/M5h8u9-RkTQ/s1600-h/cheese+muffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238771562801556850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SLPa-uw0bXI/AAAAAAAAAog/M5h8u9-RkTQ/s320/cheese+muffins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3 cups shredded colby-jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup (1/2 stick) melted butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;  Whisk together dry ingredients, then stir in cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate bowl, whisk egg, milk, and butter together. Pour milk mixture into dry ingredients and stir with a spoon to combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake in greased muffin tins at 375 degrees for 20-25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Makes 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4747776898813501308?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4747776898813501308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4747776898813501308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4747776898813501308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4747776898813501308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheese-muffins.html' title='Cheese Muffins'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SLPa-uw0bXI/AAAAAAAAAog/M5h8u9-RkTQ/s72-c/cheese+muffins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3550261208989725253</id><published>2008-08-26T06:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:27:52.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>An expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students and, to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, "Okay, time for a quiz" and he pulled out a one-gallon, mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the class yelled, "Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time management expert replied, "Really?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks. He then asked the group once more, "Is the jar full?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time the class was on to him. "Probably not," one of them answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good!" he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar full?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good." Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, "What is the point of this illustration?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the speaker replied, that's not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don't put the big rocks in first, you'll never get them in at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the 'big rocks' in your life -- time with your loved ones, your faith, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you'll never get them in at all." So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the 'big rocks' in my life? Then, put those in your jar first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Covey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3550261208989725253?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3550261208989725253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3550261208989725253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3550261208989725253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3550261208989725253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8891573404284552872</id><published>2008-08-09T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:33:29.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Loan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read Job 1:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Job facedown in worship to God, the only one cursing is Satan. He hated it! He resented Job's response! Of all things, the man still worships his God---the One who would allow these catastrophes to happen. There wouldn't be one in millions on this earth who would do so, but Job did exactly that. The wicked spirits sat with their mouths wide open as it were, as they watched a man who responded to all of his adversities with adoration; who concluded all of his woes with worship. No blame. No bitterness. No cursing. No clinched fist raised to the heavens screaming, "How dare you do this to me after I've walked with you all these years!" None of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead he said, "Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I shall return there. Blessed be the name of the Lord." That says it all. At birth we all arrived naked. At death we will all leave naked, as we're prepared for burial. We have nothing as we are birthed; we have nothing as we depart. So everything we have in between is provided for us by the Giver of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get that clearly in your mind. Get it, affluent Americans as we are. Get it when you stroll through your house and see all those wonderful belongings. Get it when you open the door and slip behind the steering wheel of your car. It's all on loan, every bit of it. Get it when the business falls and fails. It, too, was on loan. When the stocks rise, all that profit is on loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it squarely. You and I arrived in a tiny, naked body (and not a great looking one at that!). And what will we have when we depart? A naked body plus a lot of wrinkles. You take nothing because you brought nothing! You own nothing. What a grand revelation. Are you ready to accept it? You don't even own your children. They're God's children, on loan for you to take care of, rear, nurture, love, discipline, encourage, affirm, and then release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for "&lt;em&gt;every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights" (James 1:17 NIV).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8891573404284552872?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8891573404284552872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8891573404284552872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8891573404284552872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8891573404284552872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-loan.html' title='On Loan'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5581040492523926920</id><published>2008-07-30T21:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:01:11.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salad'/><title type='text'>Broccoli Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SJEcrOjVW4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/vL2twarXK6I/s1600-h/pa0810_broccoli_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228992171320105858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SJEcrOjVW4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/vL2twarXK6I/s320/pa0810_broccoli_e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recipe courtesy of Paula Deen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 head broccoli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 to 8 slices cooked bacon, crumbled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup chopped red onion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup raisins, optional &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 ounces sharp Cheddar, cut into very small chunks 1 cup mayonnaise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons white vinegar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup halved cherry tomatoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt and freshly ground black pepper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; Trim off the large leaves from the broccoli stem. Remove the tough stalk at the end and wash broccoli head thoroughly. Cut the head into flowerets and the stem into bite-size pieces. Place in a large bowl. Add the crumbled bacon, onion, raisins if using, and cheese. In a small bowl, combine the remaining ingredients, stirring well. Add to broccoli mixture and toss gently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5581040492523926920?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5581040492523926920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5581040492523926920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5581040492523926920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5581040492523926920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/broccoli-salad.html' title='Broccoli Salad'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SJEcrOjVW4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/vL2twarXK6I/s72-c/pa0810_broccoli_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4771805831991284560</id><published>2008-07-30T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:30:16.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Esther 8:1--8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king's heart is like mush, like soft putty, or we could say like Play-Doh in the hands of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment imagine another name in that proverb in place of "the king." Someone who is giving you grief perhaps. It may be one of your own grown, wayward children. Maybe it's someone who represents a formidable presence. Someone who haunts you and maybe wishes to bring you down. Stubborn person, right? Strong-hearted individual, correct? Imagine that heart that is so hard, so granitelike, changing into soft putty in the hands of the Lord. It's possible! There is no heart so stubborn that it cannot become breakable in the hands of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, in another place and at another time in my life, I went through a dreadful experience with a person who decided to make me his enemy. I still don't know why. It remains a mystery. Nevertheless, it occurred. This individual decided to make my life miserable. He watched my every move. He questioned my decisions. He cast doubts on my ministry. This person applied pressure, sometimes to the point where I thought I would scream. I don't know how much he said to others. I never asked. But he said enough to me and was bullying and intimidating enough that I became frightened, especially when I realized he carried a gun. Eventually, on one occasion, he threatened me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bitterly cold Sunday after church, I went home and fell across our bed, not even taking off my overcoat. I cried out to the Lord. I wept audibly until I could not cry another tear. I had come to my wit's end. I was exhausted, trying everything I knew to do to bring about a change. Nothing changed! This man had a heart like King Ahasuerus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no wall so strong that Almighty God is not stronger still. There is no will so stubborn that He is not able to soften it. If God can change the heart of an Ahasuerus, He can change any heart---any heart! Read that again. You who live your days intimidated and threatened, anxious over the falling of the next shoe, listen to this counsel! God is able to take the heart of anyone and change it, just as He did with the heart of this king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4771805831991284560?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4771805831991284560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4771805831991284560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4771805831991284560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4771805831991284560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-heart.html' title='Take Heart'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-7136826822751570327</id><published>2008-07-30T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:27:03.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 118:6</title><content type='html'>The LORD is on my side; I will not fear: what can man do unto me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7136826822751570327?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7136826822751570327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7136826822751570327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7136826822751570327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7136826822751570327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/psalms-1186.html' title='Psalms 118:6'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3406174286675761803</id><published>2008-07-28T06:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:01:15.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work From Your Heart</title><content type='html'>An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the carpenter finished his work the employer came to inspect the house. He handed the front-door key to the carpenter.  'This is your house,' he said, 'my gift to you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we'd do it much differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we cannot go back. You are the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. 'Life is a do-it-yourself project,' someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices you make today, build the 'house' you live in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build wisely!  - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author Unknown -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3406174286675761803?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3406174286675761803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3406174286675761803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3406174286675761803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3406174286675761803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-from-your-heart.html' title='Work From Your Heart'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5309768442683566708</id><published>2008-07-21T19:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:43:20.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm, Wise and Confident</title><content type='html'>by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read Esther 5:1--3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No king has ever intimidated God, no matter how wealthy his treasury, how extensive his kingdom, or how powerful his armies. God can handle anyone. Anyone! He can handle your husband. He can handle your wife. He can handle your kids. He can handle your pastor. He can handle the person who gives you grief. He can handle your ex-mate, that person who made you all those promises and broke most of them. He can even handle your enemy. He can handle the most intimidating situation, because in the hand of the Lord, any heart is like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther walks in that confidence. Look at her. She doesn't cringe and cower; she stands. Esther stood in front of the king's rooms. "The king saw Esther the queen standing" (emphasis mine.) She's not trembling. Though she's doing what's never been done before, she is standing tall, confident in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the king saw her standing in the court, she obtained favor in his sight, and he extended his golden scepter to her. Remember, without that gesture from the king, she would die. And now, confident, she touches the top of the scepter, making a connection with the king. "Then the king said to her, 'What is troubling you, Queen Esther? And what is your request? Even to half of the kingdom it shall be given to you' " (Esther 5:3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that. Esther doesn't know what to expect, and the king says simply, "What's on your mind? What's troubling you?" In fact, he goes further. He says, "What can I do for you? Name it. There's no limit; it's yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is her moment to bring down the roof on Haman---but she doesn't. Not now. This is a wise woman who understands the value of timing. She isn't in a hurry, nor is she revengeful. You know why? She has been waiting on the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in a hurry when we don't wait on the Lord. We jump ahead and do rash things. We shoot from the hip. We run off at the mouth, saying things that we later regret. But when we have sufficiently waited on the Lord, He gets full control of our spirit. At such moments, we're like a glove, and His hand is moving us wherever He pleases. Having known that experience, I can testify, there's nothing to compare it to. It's marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait on the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5309768442683566708?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5309768442683566708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5309768442683566708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5309768442683566708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5309768442683566708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/calm-wise-and-confident.html' title='Calm, Wise and Confident'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2427201007025545010</id><published>2008-07-13T07:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:21:23.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Encouragement</title><content type='html'>The power of encouragement comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, He brings us alongside someone elsewho is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.~~ 2 Corinthians 1:4 ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you delight in the victories of others? You should. Each day provides countless opportunities to encourage others and to praise their good works. When you do so, you spread seeds of joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox advised, "Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe." Her words still apply. Life is a team sport, and all of us need occasional pats on the back from our teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let us be cheerful with smiles on our faces and encouraging words on our lips. By blessing others, we also bless ourselves, and, when we do, God smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving encouragement to others is a most welcome gift, for the results of it are lifted spirits, increased self-worth and a hopeful future. Florence Littauer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2427201007025545010?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2427201007025545010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2427201007025545010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2427201007025545010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2427201007025545010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/power-of-encouragement.html' title='The Power of Encouragement'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3213931898566261215</id><published>2008-07-03T05:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T05:30:49.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salad'/><title type='text'>Old-Fashioned Potato Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyayJ6xoWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-DYMWDkDWvg/s1600-h/PotatoSalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218716254662140258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyayJ6xoWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-DYMWDkDWvg/s320/PotatoSalad.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 teaspoons cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3 stalks celery, diced&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup salad dressing&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup heavy cream, whipped&lt;br /&gt;6 lbs red potatoes, peeled,cooked and diced&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups chopped onions&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup green onion, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;diced green pepper (optional)&lt;br /&gt;paprika (to garnish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In top of a double boiler over boiling water, heat water, butter and vinegar. In bowl, beat eggs, add sugar and cornstarch. Add to butter mixture, cook and stir constantly until thick, 5 to 7 minutes. Remove from the heat and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir in the salad dressing and fold in the whipped cream. In a large bowl, toss the potatoes, onions and green onions, celery, green pepper if using, salt and pepper. Pour dressing over, toss and mix gently. Chill. Garnish with sliced hard cooked eggs and paprika.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3213931898566261215?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3213931898566261215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3213931898566261215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3213931898566261215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3213931898566261215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-fashioned-potato-salad.html' title='Old-Fashioned Potato Salad'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyayJ6xoWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-DYMWDkDWvg/s72-c/PotatoSalad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2862731415199287102</id><published>2008-07-03T05:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T05:35:01.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casseroles'/><title type='text'>Calico Baked Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyVZbGfJqI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QwdXWgi28GM/s1600-h/baked+beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218710332219795106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="247" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyVZbGfJqI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QwdXWgi28GM/s320/baked+beans.jpg" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 lg. can green lima beans&lt;br /&gt;1 lg. can red kidney beans&lt;br /&gt;1 lg. can baked beans&lt;br /&gt;6 slices bacon, fried and cut up (may substitute 1/2 lb. pork sausage or ground beef)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. vinegar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. dry mustard&lt;br /&gt;1 clove minced garlic (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. catsup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; Combine all beans in large casserole. Fry 6 slices bacon, drain and cut up. Add onion and fry briefly. Add remaining ingredients. Mix well and add to beans. Bake at 350 degrees, uncovered, for 1 1/2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2862731415199287102?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2862731415199287102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2862731415199287102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2862731415199287102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2862731415199287102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/calico-baked-beans.html' title='Calico Baked Beans'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyVZbGfJqI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QwdXWgi28GM/s72-c/baked+beans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6037963890189052048</id><published>2008-07-03T04:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T05:35:31.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetables'/><title type='text'>Foiled Herbed Vegetables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyUrDiXUTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/DsGJ4knSMjI/s1600-h/Kitchen-Parade-2008-Week-26-Grilled-Vegetables-in-Foil-400-762505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218709535620288818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyUrDiXUTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/DsGJ4knSMjI/s320/Kitchen-Parade-2008-Week-26-Grilled-Vegetables-in-Foil-400-762505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 foot strip heavy-duty aluminum foil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small onion, sliced thinly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 C. broccoli florets or entire head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 medium carrots, sliced thinly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 medium zucchini and/or yellow summer squash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 t. dried basil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon garlic salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 ice cubes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 T. butter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 T. olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; Center vegetables on foil. Sprinkle with seasonings. Top with ice cubes, margarine and olive oil. Bring up foil sides. Double-fold top and ends to seal, making one large foil packet, leaving room for heat circulation inside. Grill over medium-high coals 15-20 minutes in covered grill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 4-6 servings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6037963890189052048?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6037963890189052048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6037963890189052048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6037963890189052048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6037963890189052048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/foiled-herbed-vegetables.html' title='Foiled Herbed Vegetables'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyUrDiXUTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/DsGJ4knSMjI/s72-c/Kitchen-Parade-2008-Week-26-Grilled-Vegetables-in-Foil-400-762505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3228648585733735144</id><published>2008-07-03T04:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:53:53.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beverages'/><title type='text'>Lemon Iced Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyTQHaMQCI/AAAAAAAAAno/fO5LrSMwScg/s1600-h/emonicedtea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218707973291655202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyTQHaMQCI/AAAAAAAAAno/fO5LrSMwScg/s320/emonicedtea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 large lemons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/4 cups sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups fresh mint leaves, plus more for garnish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 black tea bags &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup fresh lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;  Using a vegetable peeler, remove bright yellow peel from lemons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine lemon peel and sugar in a medium saucepan with 1/2 cup water and bring to a boil, stirring to dissolve sugar. Lower heat and simmer 2 minutes. Remove from heat and stir in mint. Cool to room temperature; strain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steep the tea bags in 4 cups of boiling water, covered, for 5 minutes. Then remove tea bags. Stir in syrup, lemon juice, 4 cups cold water, and ice cubes. Serve in tall glasses filled with ice and a few mint leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yield: Makes 8 servings (serving size: 8 ounces) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3228648585733735144?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3228648585733735144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3228648585733735144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3228648585733735144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3228648585733735144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/lemon-iced-tea.html' title='Lemon Iced Tea'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SGyTQHaMQCI/AAAAAAAAAno/fO5LrSMwScg/s72-c/emonicedtea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2323654491431994321</id><published>2008-07-03T04:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:50:17.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace in the Midst of the Storm</title><content type='html'>When the world that I've been living in collapses at my feet&lt;br /&gt;When my life is shattered and torn&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm windswept and battered,&lt;br /&gt;I can cling to His cross&lt;br /&gt;And find peace in the midst of the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is peace in the midst of my storm-tossed life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's an anchor, there's a rock to cast my faith upon&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rides in my vessel, so I'll fear no alarm&lt;br /&gt;He gives me peace in the midst of my storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in twenty-four short hours,&lt;br /&gt;Years of living are brought to moments&lt;br /&gt;And when life's final picture is taking form&lt;br /&gt;In the dark room of my suff'ring&lt;br /&gt;There's a light comes shining through! (shining through)&lt;br /&gt;He gives me peace in the midst of my storm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2323654491431994321?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2323654491431994321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2323654491431994321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2323654491431994321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2323654491431994321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace-in-midst-of-storm.html' title='Peace in the Midst of the Storm'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6421498010148739844</id><published>2008-07-03T04:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:09:26.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 95</title><content type='html'>1   O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2   Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3   For the LORD is a great God, and a great King above all gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4   In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5   The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6   O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7   For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6421498010148739844?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6421498010148739844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6421498010148739844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6421498010148739844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6421498010148739844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/psalms-95.html' title='Psalms 95'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5493260648169795517</id><published>2008-07-02T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:57:23.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Esther 2:1--7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's presence is not as intriguing as His absence. His voice is not as eloquent as His silence. Who of us has not longed for a word from God, searched for a glimpse of His power, or yearned for the reassurance of His presence, only to feel that He seems absent for the moment? Distant. Preoccupied. Maybe even unconcerned. Yet later, we realize how very present He was all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though God may at times seem distant, and though He is invisible to us, He is always invincible. This is the main lesson of the book of Esther. Though absent by name from the pages of this particular book of Jewish history, God is present in every scene and in the movement of every event, until He ultimately and finally brings everything to a marvelous climax as He proves Himself Lord of His people, the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mordecai was a descendant of one of those exiled Jews. He was a godly man, and his most significant role was his relationship to Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther, which is this young woman's Persian name, means "star." This seems appropriate, since she is truly the star of the show, the heroine of the story. The immortal, invisible, all-wise hand of God is working behind the scenes, hidden from human eyes. Only such a gracious and all-knowing Being would have His hand on some forgotten orphan, a little girl who had lost her mother and father and was left to be raised by her cousin Mordecai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a beautiful message here for anyone who has ever experienced brokenness, for anyone who has ever been crushed by life, for anyone who has ever felt that his past is so discolored, so disjointed, so fractured that there is no way in the world God can make reason and meaning out of it. We are going to learn some unforgettable lessons from Esther. Here was a little girl who must have cried her heart out at the death of her parents, bereft and orphaned, yet who, years later, would become key to the very survival of her people, the Jews. God and God alone can do such things---He, in fact, does do such things, working silently and invisibly behind the events of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is working quietly behind the scenes of your life too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5493260648169795517?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5493260648169795517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5493260648169795517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5493260648169795517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5493260648169795517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-forgotten.html' title='Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-7691872460300250692</id><published>2008-06-22T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:36:05.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Leagues</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read 1 Kings 18:41--46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much. Elijah was a man with a nature like ours, and he prayed earnestly that it would not rain, and it did not rain on the earth for three years and six months. Then he prayed again, and the sky poured rain and the earth produced its fruit. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(James 5:16b--18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read about Elijah and we say, "Wow, he's in the big leagues. He's a spiritual giant. I'm a pygmy in comparison to him. He's in another world entirely." Not true. Look again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James doesn't say, "Elijah was a mighty prophet of God." He doesn't say, "Elijah was a powerful worker of miracles." He doesn't say, "Elijah was a model no man can match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James says, "Elijah was a man with a nature like ours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means he was flesh and blood, muscle and bone. As we're about to see, he got really discouraged, and he had some huge disappointments. He had faults and failures and doubts. He was just a man, with a nature like yours and mine. He may have been a man of heroism and humility, but let's not forget his humanity. Elijah was our kind of man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what kind of man was Elijah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he wasn't afraid to square off with the king of the land or take on the prophets of Baal. The guy had guts, no question. But he wasn't too powerful to pray or too confident to wait or too sophisticated to see rain in the tiny cloud or too proud to pull up his robe and run like a spotted ape down the mountain in the rain and mud, like the roadrunner, thinking, "C'mon, Ahab . . . catch me if you can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Elijah is the kind of man we admire. Isn't it exciting to know we serve the same God he served? Isn't it thrilling to think we can trust the same God he trusted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what kind of God is that? He's the God who makes promises and keeps them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7691872460300250692?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7691872460300250692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7691872460300250692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7691872460300250692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7691872460300250692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-leagues.html' title='The Big Leagues'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-607359570445170322</id><published>2008-06-13T10:36:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:01:20.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFKGB-hvDRI/AAAAAAAAAng/E2DCUl-j8gE/s1600-h/peanut+butter+cupcakes_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375087343570194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="248" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFKGB-hvDRI/AAAAAAAAAng/E2DCUl-j8gE/s320/peanut+butter+cupcakes_e.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtesy of the Barefoot Contessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 tablespoons (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup granulated sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup light brown sugar, packed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 extra-large eggs, at room temperature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup buttermilk, shaken, at room temperature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup sour cream, at room temperature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons brewed coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup good cocoa powder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon kosher salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathleen's Peanut Butter Icing, recipe follows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chopped salted peanuts, to decorate, optional &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Line cupcake pans with paper liners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with a paddle attachment, cream the butter and 2 sugars on high speed until light and fluffy, approximately 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lower the speed to medium, add the eggs 1 at a time, then add the vanilla and mix well. In a separate bowl, whisk together the buttermilk, sour cream, and coffee. In another bowl, sift together the flour, cocoa, baking soda, and salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On low speed, add the buttermilk mixture and the flour mixture alternately in thirds to the mixer bowl, beginning with the buttermilk mixture and ending with the flour mixture. Mix only until blended. Fold the batter with a rubber spatula to be sure it's completely blended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide the batter among the cupcake pans (1 rounded standard ice cream scoop per cup is the right amount). Bake in the middle of the oven for 20 to 25 minutes, until a toothpick comes out clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool for 10 minutes, remove from the pans, and allow to cool completely before frosting.&lt;br /&gt;Frost each cupcake with Peanut Butter Icing and sprinkle with chopped peanuts, if desired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathleen's Peanut Butter Icing:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup confectioners' sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup creamy peanut butter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 teaspoon pure vanilla extract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 teaspoon kosher salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup heavy cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; Place the confectioners' sugar, peanut butter, butter, vanilla, and salt in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with a paddle attachment. Mix on medium-low speed until creamy, scraping down the bowl with a rubber spatula as you work. Add the cream and beat on high speed until the mixture is light and smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-607359570445170322?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/607359570445170322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=607359570445170322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/607359570445170322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/607359570445170322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/peanut-butter-cupcakes.html' title='Peanut Butter Cupcakes'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFKGB-hvDRI/AAAAAAAAAng/E2DCUl-j8gE/s72-c/peanut+butter+cupcakes_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4584569674165612401</id><published>2008-06-13T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:24:10.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Personified</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll Read 1 Kings 17:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When the woman saw that her son was alive, she didn't see Elijah. She saw the Lord. "Elijah, I've heard you talk about the God of heaven. I've heard you refer to Him in various ways. But now, when I look at this miracle, I know that you speak the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to be a man or woman of God, it is essential that you face the impossible situations of life with faith, as Elijah did. If you are a young person who desires to live a godly life that will leave its mark upon this world, you must learn early to stand in the shadow of your Savior, trusting Him to work through the trials you encounter, through the extreme circumstances you cannot handle. The God of Elijah is your God. He is still the God of impossible situations. He still does what no earthly individual can do. Trust Him to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah approached the impossible with calmness and contentment, with gentleness and self-control, with faith and humility. As I've mentioned from the beginning, Elijah was heroic in exploits of faith, but he remained a model of humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examine your own life for these character traits and take them one by one before God. You might say to the Lord, for example, "Lord, today I want to do what You say regarding contentment; I want to have a calm and gentle spirit. I don't simply want to call myself a Christian. I want to be known as a genuine servant of God because my life demonstrates the truth I say I believe. Help me this day to face everything and deal with everyone with a gentle and quiet spirit. Help me to be content, even though things don't go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help me today with diligence, Lord. I tend to lose sight of the goal as the day wears on. I'm a good starter, but I don't finish well. Help me to do a quality piece of work and not to give in to the mood of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, Lord, help me, when You begin to bring to pass these qualities in my life, not to call attention to them, but just to let them flow out of my life in glory to You. Help me to become Your servant, Your man, Your woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how we personify a life of faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4584569674165612401?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4584569674165612401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4584569674165612401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4584569674165612401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4584569674165612401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/faith-personified.html' title='Faith Personified'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8433643140960747857</id><published>2008-06-12T06:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:20:43.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat'/><title type='text'>Neely's Wet BBQ Ribs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFD_ZNbWbCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/wYatD-pFMo8/s1600-h/bbq+ribs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210945577433852962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFD_ZNbWbCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/wYatD-pFMo8/s320/bbq+ribs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recipe courtesy Patrick and Mark Neely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sauce:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 ounces ketchup&lt;br /&gt;16 ounces water&lt;br /&gt;6 ounces brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;6 ounces white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon onion powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon dry mustard powder&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces light corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;3 to 4 pounds spare ribs&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces Neely's Seasoning Mix, recipe follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all of the sauce ingredients in a stockpot or large Dutch oven. Bring to a boil over high heat, stirring frequently to prevent sticking. Reduce temperature to low and simmer, uncovered, for at least 30 minutes. Meanwhile, trim the spare ribs, removing the upper brisket bone and any excess fat; this will produce a St. Louis-style rib. Rinse the ribs and season with Neely's Seasoning, and then cover and refrigerate for 4 to 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neely's Seasoning Mix:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces paprika&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon onion powder&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients together in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a disposable drip pan under the grates of the barbecue and heat to high. Wipe grates with oil to prevent sticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When grates are hot, place ribs over drip pan, cover and reduce heat to low.&lt;br /&gt;Baste ribs while cooking. Baste once 20 minutes before ribs are done, and a second time 10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average sized ribs are cooked rare in 25-30 minutes, medium rare in 35-40 minutes, and well done in 45-50 minutes. These times will vary according to the grill used and the size of the ribs. Small ribs may require less cooking time, while large ribs may need a little more time on the grill. Adjust accordingly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8433643140960747857?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8433643140960747857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8433643140960747857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8433643140960747857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8433643140960747857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/neelys-wet-bbq-ribs.html' title='Neely&apos;s Wet BBQ Ribs'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFD_ZNbWbCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/wYatD-pFMo8/s72-c/bbq+ribs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8348626133567158217</id><published>2008-06-12T06:32:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:21:07.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salad'/><title type='text'>Sunny Broccoli Pasta Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFD7R1yIyhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/x-zUaIHSAX8/s1600-h/broccoli+pasta+salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210941052781382162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFD7R1yIyhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/x-zUaIHSAX8/s320/broccoli+pasta+salad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dressing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup light mayonnaise or salad dressing&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5 oz. (1 1/2 cups) uncooked pasta nuggets (radiatore)&lt;br /&gt;8 slices bacon&lt;br /&gt;2 cups small broccoli florets&lt;br /&gt;1 cup small cauliflower florets&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped red onion&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup golden raisins&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons shelled sunflower seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In small bowl, combine all dressing ingredients; blend with wire whisk until smooth. Refrigerate while cooking pasta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cook pasta to desired doneness as directed on package. Drain; rinse with cold water to cool. Drain well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meanwhile, cook bacon until crisp. Drain on paper towels. Crumble bacon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In large bowl, combine cooked pasta, bacon and all remaining salad ingredients. Pour dressing over salad; toss gently to coat. Cover; refrigerate at least 30 minutes to blend flavors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8348626133567158217?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8348626133567158217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8348626133567158217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8348626133567158217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8348626133567158217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/ingredients-dressing-12-cup-ligh.html' title='Sunny Broccoli Pasta Salad'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SFD7R1yIyhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/x-zUaIHSAX8/s72-c/broccoli+pasta+salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1958687266782153947</id><published>2008-06-12T06:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T06:16:13.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll Read 1 Kings 17:20--22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That was some prayer. Elijah was not able to say, "Let this child's life return to him, as it happened to Enoch, as it happened to Isaac, as it happened to Moses," because there was no precedence for this particular miracle. So Elijah said, "Lord, I'm trusting You for a miracle. I'm asking You to perform the impossible." He then waited. Everything, at that epochal moment of faith, rested in the Lord's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be in the process of placing your own life before the Lord in this way. Things are critical, and only a miracle can breathe new life into your situation. Circumstances are totally out of your control. So you take it to your special place, and, standing in the shadow of your God, you lay it out before Him, prostrating yourself before Him, pleading for His intervention, trusting completely in His miraculous power, refusing to lean on your own understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Raymond Edman, in his little book, In Quietness and Confidence, writes about a godly man who faced just such a trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he met it: He was quiet for a while with his Lord, then he wrote these words for himself: First, He brought me here, it is by His will I am in this strait place: in that fact I will rest. Next, He will keep me here in His love, and give me grace to behave as His child. Then, He will make the trial a blessing, teaching me the lessons He intends me to learn, and working in me the grace He means to bestow. Last, in His time He can bring me out again---how and when He knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make these four statements? If you can . . . will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am here by God's appointment.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am in His keeping.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am under His training.&lt;br /&gt;4. He will show me His purposes in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's appointment, in God's keeping, under His training, for His time. What an outstanding summary of what it means to trust in the Lord with all your heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1958687266782153947?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1958687266782153947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1958687266782153947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1958687266782153947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1958687266782153947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-your-heart.html' title='All Your Heart'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6477355852834737602</id><published>2008-06-08T04:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:00:51.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible Associations</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Charles R. Swindoll Read 1 Kings 17:10--16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah had walked into a situation that was, from all human perspective, impossible. But the good news is that he saw beyond the difficulty. He handled the problem with faith, not fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah was determined that those initial first-impression blues were not going to get him down. The widow had her eyes on the impossibilities: a handful of flour, a tiny amount of oil, a few sticks. Elijah rolled up his sleeves and focused only on the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he do that? Because he was an emerging man of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been to Cherith. He had seen the proof of God's faithfulness. He had survived the dried-up brook. He had obeyed God, and, without hesitation, he had walked to Zarephath.&lt;br /&gt;You can't talk the talk if you've never walked the walk. You can't encourage somebody else to believe the improbable if you haven't believed the impossible. You can't light another's candle of hope if your own torch of faith isn't burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Elijah saw the near-empty flour bin and oil jug, he said, almost with a shrug, "That's no problem for God. Get in there and fix those biscuits. And fix some for you and your son too." Then he told her why. Listen to these confident words of faith: "The bowl of flour shall not be exhausted, nor shall the jar of oil be empty, until the day that the LORD sends rain on the face of the earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a promise! That woman must have looked at Elijah, this tired, dusty stranger, with wonder and bewilderment, as she heard words like she'd never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spent time in the presence of a person of faith? Ever rubbed shoulders with men and women of God who don't have the word "impossible" in their vocabulary? If not, locate a few strong-hearted souls. You need them in your life. These are the kind of incredible associations God uses to build up our faith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6477355852834737602?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6477355852834737602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6477355852834737602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6477355852834737602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6477355852834737602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/incredible-associations.html' title='Incredible Associations'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3717549636361660607</id><published>2008-06-06T05:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:22:25.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Graduation Wish</title><content type='html'>The high school commencement speaker was the president of a large corporation. He was chosen for the occasion because of his success. Yet his speech came with a most unusual wish for the graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker told the students sitting before him in their graduation gowns, “If I could have one hope for you as you go out into the world, it would be this: I hope you fail. I hope that you fail at something that is important to you.” He went on to say how his own early life had been one failure after another, until he learned to see failure as an effective teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the songs of Israel were born in seasons of failure. Out of desperation came the cry, &lt;em&gt;“As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God” (Ps. 42:1-2).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are not ready to see the wonder of God’s wisdom and strength until we are gasping for breath in the exhaustion of our own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recurring story of the Bible is that mountains of faith rise from the valleys of failure. Before discovering the high ground we are looking for, we may need to see the failure of the dreams we hold in our hearts and trust instead in the love, wisdom, and guidance of our God.  — &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mart De Haan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons we learn from our failures&lt;br /&gt;Are lessons that help us succeed,&lt;br /&gt;And if we are wise and we heed them,&lt;br /&gt;Then failure is just what we need. —&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D. De Haan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3717549636361660607?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3717549636361660607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3717549636361660607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3717549636361660607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3717549636361660607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation-wish.html' title='A Graduation Wish'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4121238748169379153</id><published>2008-06-05T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:38:56.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desserts'/><title type='text'>Berry Cheesecake Dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SEiL9trRjPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/yblSqTGBf6g/s1600-h/strawberry+dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208566861403360498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SEiL9trRjPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/yblSqTGBf6g/s320/strawberry+dessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2-1/4 cups graham cracker crumbs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;2 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups (16 ounces) sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 package (3 ounces) strawberry gelatin&lt;br /&gt;1 cup boiling water&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup cold water&lt;br /&gt;1 quart fresh strawberries, sliced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; In a bowl, combine the cracker crumbs and butter. Press onto the bottom and 1 in. up the sides of a greased 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking dish. In a large mixing bowl, beat cream cheese and sugar until smooth. Add eggs; beat on low speed just until combined. Pour into the crust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake at 350° for 30-35 minutes or until the center is almost set. Carefully spread sour cream over the top. Bake 10 minutes longer. Cool on a wire rack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, in a small bowl, dissolve gelatin in boiling water. Stir in cold water. Refrigerate for 45 minutes or until thickened but not set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carefully pour a third of the gelatin over sour cream layer. Arrange strawberries over gelatin; pour remaining gelatin over berries. Cover and refrigerate for 4 hours or until set. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yield: 12-15 servings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4121238748169379153?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4121238748169379153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4121238748169379153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4121238748169379153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4121238748169379153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/berry-cheesecake-dessert.html' title='Berry Cheesecake Dessert'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SEiL9trRjPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/yblSqTGBf6g/s72-c/strawberry+dessert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2114332335841652752</id><published>2008-06-05T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:43:35.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Watching Over Us</title><content type='html'>The Reverend John G. Paton, a missionary in the New Hebrides Islands, tells a thrilling story involving the protective care of angels. Hostile natives surrounded his mission headquarters one night, intent on burning the Patons out and killing them. John Paton and his wife prayed all during that terror filled night that God would deliver them. When daylight came they were amazed to see the attackers unaccountably leave. They thanked God for delivering them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?e=001BJOHAdtJ8FGvlseKEiX_IZ-G0aJHXxj-ZEIxje8MJgCgS5yios1robRHp2yipUdlcx3YbRYK7rRTijEwlGa6fxe_y54TRlofFjYpJQpoiTvVBLu8Xo-Xlg==" target="_blank" shape="rect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?e=001BJOHAdtJ8FGvlseKEiX_IZ-G0aJHXxj-ZEIxje8MJgCgS5yios1robRHp2yipUdlcx3YbRYK7rRTijEwlGa6fxe_y54TRlofFjYpJQpoiTvVBLu8Xo-Xlg==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A year later, the chief of the tribe was converted to Jesus Christ, and Mr. Paton, remembering what had happened, asked the chief what had kept him and his men from burning down the house and killing them. The chief replied in surprise, "Who were all those men you had with you there?" The missionary answered, "There were no men there; just my wife and I." The chief argued that they had seen many men standing guard-hundreds of big men in shining garments with drawn swords in their hands. They seemed to circle the mission station so that the natives were afraid to attack. Only then did Mr. Paton realize that God had sent his angels to protect them. The chief agreed that there was no other explanation. Could it be that God had sent a legion of angels to protect His servants, whose lives were being endangered?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This illustration was taken from Billy Graham's book on angels. It certainly sounds familiar, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the servant of the man of God got up and went out early the next morning, an army with horses and chariots had surrounded the city. "Oh, my lord, what shall we do?" the servant asked. "Don't be afraid," the prophet answered. "Those who are with us are more than those who are with them." And Elisha prayed, "O LORD, open his eyes so he may see." Then the LORD opened the servant's eyes, and he looked and saw the hills full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha  (1 Kings 6:14-17).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise him, all his angels, praise him, all his heavenly hosts. Praise him, sun and moon, praise him, all you shining stars. Praise him, you highest heavens and you waters above the skies. Let them praise the name of the LORD, for he commanded and they were created  (Psalm 148:2-5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy  (Job 38:7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?  (Hebrews 1:14).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2114332335841652752?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2114332335841652752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2114332335841652752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2114332335841652752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2114332335841652752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/angels-watching-over-us.html' title='Angels Watching Over Us'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2505731023764317281</id><published>2008-06-02T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:21:54.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desserts'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Shortcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SESghUS4RNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/y1BYjI716CE/s1600-h/desserts_strawberry_shortcake_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207463563391157458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SESghUS4RNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/y1BYjI716CE/s320/desserts_strawberry_shortcake_300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4 pints strawberries, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;br /&gt;Whipped Cream&lt;br /&gt;2 cups heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;8 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cream of tartar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shortening*&lt;br /&gt;1 1/3 cups cold buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;*Use butter or vegetable shortening such as Crisco&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Do not use margarine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="directionsection"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberries:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Place the sliced strawberries into a bowl with the sugar and water—Mix well. Squish the berries gently with your hands—just enough to get the juices flowing. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for several hours. Remove 20 minutes before serving for best flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whipped Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the cream into the bowl of your electric mixer and whip until it begins to thicken.&lt;br /&gt;Add the sugar and vanilla, and continue whipping until soft peaks form and it is doubled in volume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biscuits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift the flour, baking powder, cream of tartar, salt, and sugar into a medium-sized bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the shortening into ½-inch pieces and add them to the flour mixture. Use a pastry cutter to “cut” the shortening into the flour until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Alternatively, you can do this with your hands, working the shortening into the flour with a pinching and tossing motion.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add the buttermilk and mix gently just until blended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and knead it gently two or three times so that it comes together into a cohesive mass. You can add a bit more flour if the mixture is very wet, but avoid overworking the dough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently roll or pat the dough to a thickness of one inch. Use a 3 1/4 ” biscuit cutter to cut rounds.&lt;br /&gt;Place the biscuits close together on a parchment-lined cookie sheet and brush with milk.&lt;br /&gt;Bake in a 450-degree oven for 18 to 20 minutes or until puffed and golden. Cool to room temperature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assembly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Forget the diet! Pile your biscuits high with lots of berries, juice, and cream--Then enjoy every single bite without guilt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut the biscuit in half and place the bottom on a dessert plate.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spoon on a generous helping of strawberries and juice. Top with cream--and a few more berries if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add the biscuit top and repeat the process.&lt;br /&gt;3. Serve immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation time: 45 minutes plus 2+ hours downtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Barbara Adams Beyond Wonderful recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2505731023764317281?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2505731023764317281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2505731023764317281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2505731023764317281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2505731023764317281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/strawberry-shortcake.html' title='Strawberry Shortcake'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SESghUS4RNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/y1BYjI716CE/s72-c/desserts_strawberry_shortcake_300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6113392391630923511</id><published>2008-06-02T21:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:00:55.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beverages'/><title type='text'>Refreshing Iced Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SESfuZsRNWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/05d9H_RNyrc/s1600-h/iced+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207462688666498402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SESfuZsRNWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/05d9H_RNyrc/s320/iced+tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prep: 5 min., Cook: 5 min., Steep: 5 min. To make this version sweet, stir 1/4 to 1/2 cup sugar into the hot tea, stirring until dissolved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;3 cups water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 family-size tea bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice cubes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garnish: halved lemon and lime slices &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring 3 cups water to a boil in a medium saucepan; add 2 family-size tea bags, and remove mixture from heat. Steep 5 minutes. Remove and discard tea bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour tea into a 1/2-gal. heatproof container, and add ice cubes to fill; stir. Serve over additional ice, and garnish, if desired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yield&lt;br /&gt;Makes 2 qt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Priscilla Kendrick, Hendersonville, North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6113392391630923511?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6113392391630923511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6113392391630923511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6113392391630923511'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7884007748290471970?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7884007748290471970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7884007748290471970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7884007748290471970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7884007748290471970'/><link rel='alternate' 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that I shall give him shall never thirst;but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the woman at the well I was seeking&lt;br /&gt;For things that could not satisfy:&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard my Savior speaking:&lt;br /&gt;"Draw from my well that never shall run dry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Fill my cup Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I lift it up, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Bread of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Feed me till I want no more&lt;br /&gt;Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are millions in this world who are craving&lt;br /&gt;The pleasures earthly things afford;&lt;br /&gt;But none can match the wondrous treasure&lt;br /&gt;That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lord'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6004410413505355505</id><published>2008-06-02T21:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:13:45.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brook Has Dried Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/em&gt;         &lt;em&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read 1 Kings 17:5--7)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning Elijah noticed that the brook wasn't gushing over the rocks or running as freely as it had in days past. Since that single stream of water was his lifeline, he checked it carefully. Over the next few days he watched it dwindle and shrink, until it was only a trickle. Then one morning, there was no water, only wet sand. The hot winds soon siphoned even that dampness, and the sand hardened. Before long, cracks appeared in the parched bed of the brook. No more water. The brook had dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that kind of experience sound familiar to you? At one time you knew the joy of a full bank account, a booming business, an exciting, ever-expanding career, a magnificent and exciting ministry. But the brook has dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time you knew the joy of using your voice to sing the Lord's praises. Then a growth developed on your vocal chords, requiring surgery. But the surgery removed more than the growth; it also took your lovely singing voice. The brook has dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner in life has grown indifferent and has recently asked for a divorce. There's no longer any affection and no promise of change. The brook has dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my own times when the brook has dried up, and I've found myself wondering about the things I've believed and preached for years. What happened? Had God died? No. My vision just got a little blurry. My circumstances caused my thinking to get a little foggy. I looked up, and I couldn't see Him as clearly. To exacerbate the problem, I felt as though He wasn't hearing me. The heavens were brass. I would speak to Him and heard nothing. My brook dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened to John Bunyan in seventeenth-century England. He preached against the godlessness of his day, and the authorities shoved him into prison. His brook of opportunity and freedom dried up. But because Bunyan firmly believed God was still alive and at work, he turned that prison into a place of praise, service, and creativity as he began to write Pilgrim's Progress, the most famous allegory in the history of the English language. Dried-up brooks in no way cancel out God's providential plan. Often, they cause it to emerge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6004410413505355505?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6004410413505355505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6004410413505355505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6004410413505355505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6004410413505355505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/brook-has-dried-up.html' title='The Brook Has Dried Up'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-431184156474474172</id><published>2008-05-28T06:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T06:15:11.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harriet Beecher Stowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-431184156474474172?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/431184156474474172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=431184156474474172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/431184156474474172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/431184156474474172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-get-into-tight-place-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2650513176897831366</id><published>2008-05-26T19:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:57:20.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Marscarpone-Cranberry-Walnut Sweet Rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SDtOXALc6BI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eTCNslM2QIM/s1600-h/marscarpone+filled+rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204839951448729618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SDtOXALc6BI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eTCNslM2QIM/s320/marscarpone+filled+rolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rolls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1/4 cup sweetened dried cranberries, coarsely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup chopped Walnuts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 can (12 oz) buttermilk biscuits (10 biscuits)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup mascarpone cheese or cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter, melted &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glaze&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon mascarpone cheese or cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 to 2 tablespoons milk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; Heat oven to 350°F. Lightly spray 8- or 9-inch round cake pan with no-stick spray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In small bowl, mix cranberries and walnuts; set aside. In another small bowl, mix granulated sugar and cinnamon; set aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Separate dough into 10 biscuits; press each biscuit into 3-inch round. Place heaping 1 teaspoon of the mascarpone cheese on center of each biscuit. Bring all sides of dough up over filling, stretching gently if necessary, and gather in center above filling to form a ball; firmly pinch edges to seal. Roll each biscuit in melted butter, then roll in sugar-cinnamon mixture. Place 1 biscuit in center of pan. Arrange remaining biscuits, seam sides down and sides touching, in circle around center biscuit. Pour remaining butter over biscuits; sprinkle with remaining sugar-cinnamon mixture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserve 1/4 cup cranberry-walnut mixture; sprinkle remaining mixture over biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 28 to 33 minutes or until biscuits are golden brown. Place heatproof serving plate upside down on pan; carefully turn plate and pan over. Let stand 1 minute, then carefully remove pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle reserved cranberry-walnut mixture over coffee cake. In medium bowl, stir glaze ingredients until smooth. Drizzle glaze over top of rolls. Serve warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2650513176897831366?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2650513176897831366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2650513176897831366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2650513176897831366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2650513176897831366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/marscarpone-cranberry-sweet-rolls.html' title='Marscarpone-Cranberry-Walnut Sweet Rolls'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SDtOXALc6BI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eTCNslM2QIM/s72-c/marscarpone+filled+rolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-3341384938473752180</id><published>2008-05-26T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:03:11.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated. - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-3341384938473752180?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3341384938473752180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=3341384938473752180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3341384938473752180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/3341384938473752180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-may-encounter-many-defeats-but-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-6390626483419098119</id><published>2008-05-26T19:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:50:06.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique Spokesperson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read 1 Kings 16:29--17:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;God's methods are often surprising. God did not raise up an army to destroy Ahab and Jezebel. Neither did He send some scintillating prince to argue His case or try to impress their royal majesties. Instead, God did the unimaginable---He chose somebody like . . . well, like Elijah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking right now that somebody else is better qualified for that short-term mission assignment? For that leadership training group? For that community service?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a wife and homemaker who feels that your contribution to God's service is not noteworthy? Do you see other people as special or called or talented?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be missing an opportunity that is right there in front of you. You may be in the very midst of a ministry and not even realize it. (What greater ministry can there be, for example, than that of a faithful wife and loving mother?) Your ministry may be to just two or three people. Don't discount that. God's methods are often surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're standing alone in the gap, ultimately, we're standing before God. When the call comes, will God find us ready and willing to stand for Him? Will He find in us hearts that are completely His? Will He be able to say, "Ah, yes, there's a heart that is completely Mine. Yes, there's sufficient commitment there for Me to use that life with an Ahab. That's the kind of disciplined devotion I'm looking for."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what role you fill in life, you're not unimportant when it comes to standing alone for truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What spot has God given you? Whatever it is, God says, "You're standing before Me, and I want to use you. I want to use you as My unique spokesperson in your day and age, at this moment and time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah, this gaunt, rugged figure striding out of nowhere, suddenly stepping into the pages of history, is a clear witness of the value of one life completely committed to God. An unknown man from a backwater place, he was called to stand against evil in the most turbulent and violent and decadent of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around. The need is still great, and God is still searching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-6390626483419098119?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6390626483419098119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=6390626483419098119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6390626483419098119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/6390626483419098119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/unique-spokesperson.html' title='Unique Spokesperson'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2208648387643780400</id><published>2008-05-15T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:11:42.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Memory?</title><content type='html'>“A good memory is one that can remember the day's blessings and forget the day's troubles."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2208648387643780400?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2208648387643780400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2208648387643780400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2208648387643780400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2208648387643780400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-memory.html' title='Good Memory?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8918849071186058402</id><published>2008-05-15T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:10:00.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll&lt;/em&gt;       (Read 2 Samuel 7:4--17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not call everybody to build temples. He calls some people to be soldiers. He calls some people to do the gutsy work in the trenches. He calls some people to compose and conduct music. God has all kinds of creative ways to use us---ways we can't even imagine and certainly can't see up there around the next bend in the road. One of the hardest things to hear is that God is going to use someone else to accomplish something you thought was your role to fill. That's what David had to hear. "It won't be you, David . . . it will be your son, Solomon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I, O Lord GOD, and what is my house, that You have brought me this far? And yet this was insignificant in Your eyes, O Lord GOD, for You have spoken also of the house of Your servant concerning the distant future. . . . Again what more can David say to You? For You know Your servant, O Lord GOD!" (2 Samuel 7:18--20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that like a little child? When a child refers to himself, he often calls himself by name. Just like a little boy, David sat down before the Lord and said, in effect, "Dad, what is David, that You've blessed my house and You've blessed my life, and You've brought me from leading a little flock of sheep to giving me this magnificent throne? Who am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important that every once in a while we sit down, take a long look at our short lives, and count our blessings. Who are we to have been protected from the rains that fell and the strong winds that destroyed regions, leaving hundreds homeless? Who are we that He has blessed our house and kept it safe? Warm in the winter . . . cool in the summer. Who am I, Lord, that You should give me health and strength to be able to hold a job or pursue this career or get this degree? Or to have parents who have encouraged me? Or to have these great kids and to see them grow? Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dream or no dream, I'm a blessed person," says David. Here is more evidence that David was a man after God's own heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8918849071186058402?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8918849071186058402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8918849071186058402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8918849071186058402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8918849071186058402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1729510123775799299</id><published>2008-04-30T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:01:26.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Flowers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBkkT_8T3EI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mieb15D1KQg/s1600-h/Lilac+Bush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195223571149085762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBkkT_8T3EI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mieb15D1KQg/s320/Lilac+Bush.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When words escape, flowers speak.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bruce W. Currie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1729510123775799299?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1729510123775799299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1729510123775799299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1729510123775799299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1729510123775799299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-flowers.html' title='My Favorite Flowers!!!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBkkT_8T3EI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mieb15D1KQg/s72-c/Lilac+Bush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-7283367715730984436</id><published>2008-04-30T21:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:28:17.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lilacs are Blooming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBkcgf8T3CI/AAAAAAAAAmU/BzvtFapBPJU/s1600-h/Lilacs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195214989804428322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBkcgf8T3CI/AAAAAAAAAmU/BzvtFapBPJU/s320/Lilacs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom. ~Audra Foveo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-7283367715730984436?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7283367715730984436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=7283367715730984436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7283367715730984436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/7283367715730984436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/lilacs-are-blooming.html' title='The Lilacs are Blooming!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBkcgf8T3CI/AAAAAAAAAmU/BzvtFapBPJU/s72-c/Lilacs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-1943399138090343216</id><published>2008-04-29T06:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:58:30.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pie'/><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBb80P8T3BI/AAAAAAAAAmM/BH43qOQ6wnA/s1600-h/PeanutButterPie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194617194781334546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBb80P8T3BI/AAAAAAAAAmM/BH43qOQ6wnA/s320/PeanutButterPie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Crust&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;15 hydrox or oreo cookies, crushed&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filling&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 Cup creamy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1 8-oz pkg. cream cheese, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. unsalted butter (1/4 stick)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 Cup chilled whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;melted chocolate (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix oreo cookies and butter together and press into sides and bottom of pie pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 degrees F. for 7 minutes. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using electric mixer, beat peanut butter, cream cheese, 1/2 Cup sugar and melted butter in a large bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using clean dry beaters, beat cream with remaining 1/2 cup sugar and vanilla in medium bowl until peaks form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir 1/4 of cream into peanut butter mixture, then fold in remaining cream (mixture will be thick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon into prepared crust. Refrigerate until firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Optional: Fill a pastry bag with melted chocolate (chocolate syrup might also work) pipe about 8-10 rows on the top of the pie. Using a knife drag perpendicular all the way through the lines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-1943399138090343216?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1943399138090343216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=1943399138090343216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1943399138090343216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/1943399138090343216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/peanut-butter-pie.html' title='Peanut Butter Pie'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SBb80P8T3BI/AAAAAAAAAmM/BH43qOQ6wnA/s72-c/PeanutButterPie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-2407896960317950922</id><published>2008-04-29T06:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:35:32.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mother's Day is just around the corner. Here is a tribute to all the Mother's who read this blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. ~Tenneva Jordan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-2407896960317950922?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2407896960317950922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=2407896960317950922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2407896960317950922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/2407896960317950922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/tribute-to-mothers.html' title='Tribute to Mothers'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-8546082742986216138</id><published>2008-04-29T06:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:33:48.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. ~~ Proverbs 3:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be secrets and motives of God that lie beyond our grasp. God knows everything; we do not. Only in Heaven will we understand God's ways more fully. As Paul said, "Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known" (1 Corinthians 13:12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But based upon what we do know about God's character, demonstrated supremely in the Cross, we can trust that God is doing what is best for us. God says in His Word, "I know the plans I have for you...plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future" (Jeremiah 29:11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Corrie ten Boom once explained, "Picture a piece of embroidery placed between you and God, with the right side up toward God. Man sees the loose, frayed ends; but God sees the pattern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in control. Whatever comes into our lives, we can confidently say, "We know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose" (Romans 8:28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Reverend Billy Graham in Hope for Each Day, Words of Wisdom and Faith, J. Countryman, publisher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-8546082742986216138?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8546082742986216138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=8546082742986216138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8546082742986216138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/8546082742986216138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-trust.html' title='Simple Trust'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4037601994479511419</id><published>2008-04-24T03:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:09:06.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Charles R. Swindoll       Read 1 Samuel 17:48--51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;All David had was a sling and a stone as he took on a giant wearing two hundred pounds of armor. It may seem silly, but that's the way God operates. In the final analysis, there was a whoosh, whoosh, whoosh---one stone flew through the air, and that's all there was to it. Goliath fell like a sack full of sand. Got any more giants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what your intimidating giant is today. It may relate to your job, your roommate, or your school. Maybe it is a person, a lawsuit, unemployment, a disaster . . . maybe even your own partner in life. Perhaps it is some fear that is lurking around the corner, sucking your energy and draining your faith. God is saying to you right now, "All I ask of you is five smooth stones and a sling of faith. I'll take it from there. You don't have to wear somebody else's armor. You just trust Me. And I'll strip you down to nothing but faith, and then I'll accomplish a victory where I'll get the glory. But as for you . . . you trust Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you don't know what lies across the valley. Maybe you can't get a handle on what that giant is; but it's there, haunting you. That uncertainty alone is a giant. But look at that worry in comparison to the Lord God Himself, and say, by faith, "The battle is Yours, Lord. It is Your battle. I lean on You. I give You all my weapons, all my skills, and I stand before You, trusting You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is God's love for us that causes Him to bring us to an end of our own strength. He sees our need to trust Him, and His love is so great that He will not let us live another day without surrendering our arms to Him, giving Him our fears, our worries, even our confusion, so that nothing becomes more significant to us than our Father.&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever forget it: the battle is the Lord's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4037601994479511419?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4037601994479511419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4037601994479511419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4037601994479511419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4037601994479511419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/trust-me.html' title='Trust Me'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-5655637431596196100</id><published>2008-04-23T06:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:55:48.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SA8VdP8T3AI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zKL3jtGtgv4/s1600-h/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192392487621352450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SA8VdP8T3AI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zKL3jtGtgv4/s320/spring.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world. ~Virgil A. Kraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-5655637431596196100?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5655637431596196100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=5655637431596196100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5655637431596196100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/5655637431596196100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-shows-what-god-can-do-with-drab.html' title='I Love Spring!'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SA8VdP8T3AI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zKL3jtGtgv4/s72-c/spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258498115926862291.post-4648726566372536670</id><published>2008-04-23T06:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:59:00.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandwich'/><title type='text'>French Dip Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SA8Ubf8T2_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/4XbbX-jMsBE/s1600-h/french-dip-sl-257479-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192391358044953586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SA8Ubf8T2_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/4XbbX-jMsBE/s320/french-dip-sl-257479-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (3 1/2- to 4-pound) boneless chuck roast, trimmed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 beef bouillon cube&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;3 to 4 peppercorns&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon dried rosemary, crushed&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon dried thyme&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;12 French sandwich rolls, split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt; Place trimmed roast in a 5-quart slow cooker. Combine soy sauce and next 6 ingredients; pour over roast. Add water to slow cooker until roast is almost covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook, covered, on low 7 hours or until very tender. Remove roast, reserving broth; shred roast with a fork. Place roast in rolls, and serve with reserved broth for dipping.&lt;br /&gt;Yield&lt;br /&gt;12 servings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258498115926862291-4648726566372536670?l=mirandasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4648726566372536670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258498115926862291&amp;postID=4648726566372536670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4648726566372536670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258498115926862291/posts/default/4648726566372536670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirandasplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/french-dip-sandwich.html' title='French Dip Sandwich'/><author><name>Miranda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432146064293742940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RbMrM3TwcDo/SA8Ubf8T2_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/4XbbX-jMsBE/s72-c/french-dip-sl-257479-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
