So Jealous...

My sisters are going all over the world this summer.  I wish I could join them. 

Dori is currently in South Africa.  Follow her work here: The Cape Town Projects

Heidi leaves today for Taiwan.  This is their team blog: http://sites.google.com/site/bcfvgm/the-blog

Having visited both these places before, I know the coming weeks will be challenging but rewarding, exhausting and renewing. 

Pray for them, and for all they will meet.

"If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to hell over our bodies. If they perish, let them perish with our arms around their knees. Let no one go there unwarned and unprayed for." ~Charles Spurgeon

Tasty Tuesday

Several of the blogs I read are participating in "Tasty Tuesdays" this summer.  I don't have too many recipes that I use enough to call my own, but I figured I'd post for a few weeks anyway.

With that said, I present to you Creamy Blueberry Pie.  My mom made it a few weeks ago when we had a bunch of friends over for dinner and I followed her lead last week when making dessert for a luncheon at work.  (I also made Turtle Cheesecake - that recipe will be for next week!)

***Before copying the recipe, I do want to mention that it is important to use fresh blueberries, not frozen.  When my mom made this, she used frozen and the pie was a little runny so we had to serve it in bowls.  I used fresh and it turned out perfectly.***

Ingredients:
1-9inch refrigerated pie crust
3 cups blueberries
1 cup sugar
1/3 cup flour
1/8 teaspoon salt
2 eggs, beaten
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup flour
1/4 cup butter

Directions: Combine 1 cup sugar, 1/3 cup flour, and salt. Add eggs and sour cream.  Place blueberries in pie shell.  Pour cream mixture over berries.  Combine 1/2 cup sugar and 1/2 cup flour.  Cut in butter until mixture resembles a coarse meal.  Sprinkly on top of pie.

Bake at 350 for 50-55 minutes or until lightly browned.

Enjoy!

Crimson

Disclaimer: I didn't write this (if you read this and know who did please tell me so I can credit him/her appropriately).  I'd copied into one of my journals several years ago, then happened to find and read the journal while sorting through a box of stuff from my parents' basement.  It's funny to see how much I've changed in these past few years, but still some things - the important things - remain the same.  Truth is still truth, and when I find it - in a word, in a song - something stirs in my heart.  "Then sings my soul...."

One choice
One tree
One fall for humanity
One lie
One liar
One bite is all death required
One great regret
One squandered chance, and yet
One hope
One day
One name above all other names
One bridge between then and now
One way to discover how
One price
One tree
One drop of crimson covers me

(from my mother: no explanation needed)

I can't decide what part of this makes me laugh the most...the words or the reactions of the audience.

It Seems I've Become a Poet

The Storm

At my back, angry clouds brew trouble.

In my view, a raging sea.

Both wreak havoc.

Turmoil abounds.

Will it ever cease?

I hear a voice say, "Peace ---

Be still."

The sky shares a colorful promise.

The sea gently washes my feet.

My heart is at rest.

Faith brings hope.