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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Little Things

You might not believe a word of this post.
You may write it down to coincidence, because it's silly. It really is.
I have to say, though, I believe in the little things.
Yesterday we had a rather small dinner, because Mom was in class and we don't do very well without our mommy to help us. Plus, I was busy. 
Well, anyway, after dinner Dad rather inevitably asked of we had the fixings to make dessert. He's a big man. He needs his dessert. ;)
So I found two recipes for cookies, snickerdoodles and no-bake, since we had no chocolate chips. Dad chose no-bake, so I set about making no-bake cookies. I have to admit, I must have been really out of it, because I didn't check to make sure we had all the ingredients. Does that sound a bit dangerous to you? 
I started making the cookies. For those of you that might not know, no-bake cookies are made in a pot. You have bring butter, milk, sugar, and cocoa to a boil for a certain amount of time, then remove from the heat and add peanut butter, vanilla, and...something else that I can't remember off the top of my head. Ah well, you get it.
The trouble came when I got to the sugar and the plastic container was empty. Bone dry. No azĂșcar. So I checked the tin above the coffee counter with the same result. 
I swear, I had a momentary panic attack. I ran into the living room and said, "DAD!!! Can you by any chance go buy me sugar just really really quick???"
Dad gave me a weird look. "I bought sugar, remember? We stopped at the pharmacy on the way home."
Oh, yeah.... He did. didn't he? I raced back into the kitchen and found the bag, right on the floor, and it had sugar in it. Well, wouldn't you know it. 
The next incident occurred when I was adding the oats. (Oh! Oats! That's what I was missing!!) I had another moment of "What if we don't have oats?" 
But apparently, some obliging soul had bought oats, because lo and behold, right there in the pantry, was an unopened container of oats. 
And it's a really good thing that I ordered pizza on Monday for Wednesday, because there wasn't much peanut butter left in the jar after I was done with it.
Again, this doesn't exactly look like the hand of God. But then, what's the hand of God supposed to look like? I think God is active in the little things, that which is insignificant, though at the time it seems important. I think that God was providing for me, so that I wouldn't have to feel like I disappointed my dad or anything like that. I am so grateful that we have a God that care about our smallest needs. I hope you are too.

(P.S. The cookies were excellent.)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

In Remembrance

I would just like to say a few things about the day eleven years ago, the day that shook the country.
On that day, Mom tells me, I was in kindergarten. She saw the news on TV and the school called her to let her know that we were getting out early.
Other people were not so lucky, so safe.
2,996 people died.
For many of them we must weep, for they wouldn't have known Christ as their personal Savior. For those that did, we can rejoice. But it still hurts. It felt like the end of the world. Many people turned to God, started going to church again. People started to know each other, to fellowship. American spirit was everywhere. The flag companies actually ran out of flags, because there were so many requests.
Today of all days, we must pray for our country. It is a painful anniversary for every American citizen, especially for the families of the deceased.
Today of all days, we must salute our heroes. The ones that run into burning buildings to save children from the flames, the ones that sacrifice their lives overseas, and the ordinary heroes, the invisible ones, the ones hidden in plain sight.
Today of all days, we must hope for the future. We must hope that our country will not decline, become poor. We must hope that we'll be ready for an attack like this, should an attack occur again.
I pray, I salute, I hope.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Music Choices

In Bible class this week we have been discussing music, and I'm feeling a bit conflicted about it. We are using a little booklet published by word of Life ministries. It tells us several things to look for when listening to music. The first thing my teacher established is that music can change our mood, and sometimes even our thoughts. I've definitely experienced a mood change while listening to music, though I'm not all that sure if I've  had a thought change. 
She then gave the Biblical requirements for music: that it must be glorifying to God, that it is not used for worldly purposes, and that it is sung for the right reasons and not to benefit one's self. She said this was for all music, not specifically for Christian music.
The next thing we discussed was music that is called Christian but does not bring glory to God, or is "watered-down" to make it more interesting for "worldly" people. She said that this music is downgrading to God and our faith. 
Then we got onto the subject of actual "worldly" music. I actually enjoy some secular music and artists. However, this booklet stated that a Christian's duty is to not listen to secular music, only Godly music. They gave the verse from Corinthians, "Everything is permissible to me, but not everything is beneficial; everything is permissible for me, but I will not be mastered by anything." Does this verse mean, in terms of music, that I shouldn't listen to secular music? Does it apply to nonsense songs like "Mood Rings"?