Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Boiled Cookies

I always think about my grandmother when I make boiled cookies. We have made these cookies so many times that the original recipe card that Mommom gave us faded so that we could hardly read the recipe. We copied the recipe over but kept the old card. In our recipe book we have the new copy and the old recipe side by side.

They are so easy to make and yummy. They use some of the best ingredients out there. Chocolate, peanut butter, oats...I mean, what could get better than all those ingredients put together? ;)

Boiled Cookies

  • 2 cups sugar
  • 3 tablespoons cocoa
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1 stick butter
Put in saucepan. Over medium heat, bring to boil. Boil for 1 1/2 minutes. Take off heat.

Add and mix:
  • 3 cups oats
  • 1/2 cup peanut butter
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla

Place tablespoonfuls on waxed paper lined cookie sheet and refrigerate until hardened.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Higher Ground

Higher Ground
words by Johnson Oatman Jr.

I’m pressing on the upward way,
New heights I’m gaining every day;
Still praying as I’m onward bound,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Though some may dwell where those abound,
My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.

I want to live above the world,
Though Satan’s darts at me are hurled;
For faith has caught the joyful sound,
The song of saints on higher ground.

I want to scale the utmost height
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
But still I’ll pray till Heav’n I’ve found,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on Heaven’s table land,
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.


Let us go up to the mountain of the Lord. --Micah 4:2

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Psalm 91:2

Anticipation hung in the air for months. Details were planned. Outfits purchased. Pictures selected. Music chosen.

The day finally came! 

Pomp and Circumstance

Receiving my diploma

Turning the tassels

Family shot
back row L to R: Mom, Dad, me, Alaine, Brian, Gavin, Kristin, and Ben
front row L to R: Bekah, Maddie, and Owen


I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress; my God, in Him I will trust.  ~Psalm 91:2

Sunday, June 19, 2011

What A Friend We Have in Jesus

What a Friend We Have in Jesus
words by Joseph Scriven

What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.

Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear
May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer
Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.


“Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Search Me, O God

“Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts.”
Psalm 139:23
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Search Me, O God
words by J. Edwin Orr

Search me, O God,
And know my heart today;
Try me, O Savior,
Know my thoughts, I pray.
See if there be
Some wicked way in me;
Cleanse me from every sin
And set me free.

I praise Thee, Lord,
For cleansing me from sin;
Fulfill Thy Word,
And make me pure within.
Fill me with fire
Where once I burned with shame;
Grant my desire
To magnify Thy Name.

Lord, take my life,
And make it wholly Thine;
Fill my poor heart
With Thy great love divine.
Take all my will,
My passion, self and pride;
I now surrender, Lord
In me abide.

O Holy Ghost,
Revival comes from Thee;
Send a revival,
Start the work in me.
Thy Word declares
Thou wilt supply our need;
For blessings now,
O Lord, I humbly plead.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Iced Tea

Did you know: June is National Iced Tea Month?

A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards. ~A.A. Milne

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Tell Me the Story of Jesus

There is one God and one Mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, Who gave Himself as a ransom for all men. -- 1 Timothy 2:6


Tell Me the Story of Jesus
words by Fanny Crosby

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus,
Sang as they welcomed His birth.
“Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth.”

Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that are past.
How for our sins He was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor,
Tell of the sorrow He bore.
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing in anguish and pain.
Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
Tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see.
Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me.

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.