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Abraham Lincoln: “All that I am or hope to be I owe to my angel mother.”
John Wesley: ” My mother was the source from which I derived the guiding principles of my life.”
Booker T. Washington: “In all my efforts to learn to read, my mother shared fully my ambition and sympathized with me and aided me in every way she could. If I have done anything in life worth attention, I feel sure that inherited the disposition from my mother.”
Literally every day last week I opened up a blank post for this blog and sat down to write about Udi’s Gluten Free Bread. As you know, I didn’t publish it last week – when I was supposed to. Why didn’t I finish the review?! I don’t know. My guess is that I felt like I hadn’t done enough for the review. I lost the picture I took, and didn’t create anything new or exciting.
Here’s what happened. We were excited to get this box of bread from Udi’s. We sat it on the table and went about our lives. A day later we ran out of bread from the cupboard and when my children started whining about it [whining is so annoying, isn't it?!] I stated, “We have a whole box of bread right here!
I made some regular grilled cheese sandwiches, we ate it as toast, and as regular sandwiches. The whole wheat bread and the white sandwich bread were the first ones to go. The Omega flax & fiber bread was ok, but I couldn’t handle the Millet-Chia bread. The hamburger buns were excellent!
She cheerily vowed she’d no time to pray,
So many homely tasks took up her day –
But I can still remember well the song
She sang about her work the whole day long –
A simple, little tune with nonsense rhyme,
Her broom, or mop, or scrub-brush keeping time –
But we, whose privilege it was to be
Where we could hear that cheery melody,
Found our world brighter as we went along,
Humming remembered snatches of her song –
And God, I know, smiled down upon her there,
Whose foolish, little song was really prayer.
By Helen Lowrie Marshall
Something of God pours into me
from the blue of the sky above
from the song of a bird,
the red of the rose,
the touch of the hand I love.
Something of God pours into me
from the ocean’s tidal roar
as I stand alone
on the windswept sand
and watch the sea gull soar.
Something of God pours into me
from the mountains capped with snow,
from the pine trees
swaying gently
as the summer breezes blow.
There’s something of God in everything,
and in everyone we see,
I pray for the grace
to see Him in others
and hope they will see HIm in me.
by Leah Zink
A Noble Groom
The characters are well thought out, but have a bit more modern thinking than I believe they would have had at that time. Who really knows? The heroine is the one that goes through a spiritual change from not thinking that God cares about her to believing that God knows about and cares for her. The hero goes through major physical changes in geography and health. My favorite supporting characters are Pastor Loehe and his wife. The villian in this book is a land hungry man as well as the elements of life including drought, typhoid fever, and wildfire.
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