Sunday, September 18, 2011

Recipes from the past week and were included in the previous post's collage included:





I added the toffee! :)

Click on the items to take you to the recipe.
Cooler days and nights, day's clear blue noon sky, evening sun with its rays angled, turning all to gold...the coming of  Fall. Not sure why but for some reason it always brings out the homemaker in me. I cook ahead, bring out the old fall decor and attempt a few new to add to the collection, and for some reason in the far corners of my mind,  "all is safely gathered in, 'ere the winter storm begins", plays quietly.The collage shows my attempts over the past few days to do just that... just knowing that a few things are done to bring 'glory and beauty' (thanks for the reminder, Chris) to our home encourages me to be grateful for so much in my life. Being prepared, both actively and passively, seem to foster that gratitude. Sometimes you prepare and know why you are preparing , sometimes you are prepared unknowingly and for a task that hasn't entered your thoughts; God prepares us in ways we don't recognize. And while preparation is important, our women's Bible study reminded me of something far more important. Our study of Joseph serving in Egypt emphasized the point that God was with him, and Joseph, having plenty of time, recognized this. So it is with His people.  The reminder came just in time...a dear friend was diagnosed with breast cancer. Yep, the 'C' word. But, caught early.  She, I, our families and friends are prepared, but more importantly we know God is with us. And in the days to come we hope to attentively recognize how He is with us, as well as, taking the time to remember,  it is not because of ourselves, or what we have or haven't done, but because He say so.   And that in and of itself is our preparation and enables us to sing.

Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home:
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home.