Saturday, October 24, 2009

Walt Disney Quote

There are three types of people in the world today. There are "well-poisoners," who discourage you and stomp on your creativity and tell you what you can't do.

There are "lawn-mowers," people who are well-intentioned but self-absorbed; they tend to their own needs, mow their own lawns, and never leave their yards to help another person.

Finally, there are "life-enhancers," people who reach out to enrich the lives of others, to lift them up and inspire them.

We need to be life-enhancers and we need to surround ourselves with life-enhancers.

~ Walt Disney

Sunday, October 18, 2009

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time

This chapter has really meant a lot to me this week. The fact that God has a time for everything in our lives. Whether we are on the mission field serving him , at home or at work, raising a family or pursuing a career, it is all in his time. He may have us serving at one point in our lives and not at another point. Its a hard thing to understand sometimes. I was pondering these thoughts when I came across this chapter the other day and was really encouraged by it. My hope is that it might be encouraging to you also.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-15
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

9 What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? 10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.

11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

12 I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life. 13 And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God. 14 I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him. 15 That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Pies


I have been in the pie baking mood lately....In the last few weeks I have made a few peach and a few apple pies. There is something about fall that makes you crave pies.....This year so far I have managed to be quite the safety model in the kitchen. I have not dumped any unbaked item into the bottom of the oven as I was putting it in, which has happened a few times,and I have not burned anything at all! Most of all I have not set the oven on fire one time this year!!!!!!Yay!!!Somehow I have managed to do that quite often in years past. Oh wait I did set my bread on fire new years day but that doesn't really count right? Well I am pretty sure I should be come a firefighter because of my large set of skills regarding the distinguishing of oven fires!! I know....I am absolutely a dangerous asset to the kitchen:-) Anyway,I thought I would post some pictures of my latest pie baking adventures.










Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Christmas will be here before we know it!

Well I have been in the Christmas mood lately. I know really early. I love Christmas time though-Its defiantly my favorite time of year. Billy Gilman sings beautifully so I thought I 'd post one of his Christmas songs"Warm and Fuzzy."

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Written in frustration

Have you ever heard the distinguished voice of mezzo -soprano ringing in your ears and cringed at the thought that this was talent? That the high pitched vibrating volume piercing your eardrums was a result of years of concentrated effort? Now imagine that resonance again throbbing through your eardrums only this time in a pitch slightly off. A pitch that makes a once beautiful intonation (if that is what you can consider it) the most awful torturous reverberation that has ever resounded through your sensitive ears. Does this harmonious thought make you squirm with disgust?

They say that the violin is the closest thing to the human voice. Now imagine once again with me the soaring notes of the soprano, only this time it’s heard on the flying notes of a bowed instrument. The melody though squeaky high as the sopranos ringing notes yet sweet as dove flying through the heavens. Swiftly let our imaginations take us to the torturous reverberation of the off key noise, only this time it’s worse. Instead of the voice it’s a violin flying through a high key with intonation so off all you can do is cover your ears never quite able to block out the cringing tone.

This is the most explicit explanation of my fingers fumbling along the neck of my violin. My inability to perform in tune has led me to the point of great frustration. Sometimes in order to vent such feelings, I will play and loudly as possible in hope that that the roar may become a sweet missive to ones ears. Yes, I know that is not the answer but I have managed to make poor Charles Dancla’s Air that he imagined sweetly dolce sound like a mad elephant. All the while piercing the eardrums of every member of my household including the neighbors.

While I strive to come to a perfect pitch I sometimes feel like quitting in the middle. Venting my frustrations on paper instead of on that beautiful instrument I feel I might have saved some unfortunates from going deaf all the while hopefully providing some amusement for my readers. At this time I believe I shall take my leave and greet once again the dirty looks my violin is sending me. Thank you for reading this and just for the record I like soprano singers in case my earlier mention of them did not leave a good strain of thought.