RUBY Magazine October 2018

My Father’s Garden

by Nancy Frantel

To the Rescue

by Pat Jeanne Davis

The Lonely Girl

by Shara Bueler-Repka

Apple Recipes for Every Autumn Day!

RUBY Magazine Your voice, your story OCTOBER, 2018 www.rubyforwomen.com

In This Issue of RUBY Thanksgiving Books and Blessings Collection One

Poised as a Patriot for Such a Time as This

by Kathryn Ross

Autumn has arrived! With all of the bright colors of autumn leaves, bright blue skies, and brisk breezes, there is so much to be grateful for in this new season of the year.

DIY Owl Wreath

by Donna Powell

In this issue of RUBY magazine you will find autumn crafts, recipes, short stories, poetry, book reviews, and inspirational articles. RUBY magazine is a great resource for you and your family!

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Blessings from the Wrong Side of Town C.S. Kjar Book Review by Carol Peterson Carol’s Book Club

Senior Editor: Nina Newton Editorial Assistant: Theresa Begin Feature Writers: Sharon L. Patterson, Norma C. Mezoe, Shara Bueler-Repka, Lisa J. Radcliff, Jehn Kubiak, Nancy Frantel, Carol Peterson, Kathryn Ross, Donna Powell, Sharmelle Olson, Rejetta Morse, Joan Leotta, Pat Jeanne Davis, Karon Phillips, Cindy Evans, Diana Leagh Matthews, Kathleen McCauley, Nells Wasilewski, Susan Paulus

Great Is Thy Faithfulness Hymn History

by Diana Leagh Matthews

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I guess it’s true . . . . what is old becomes new again, sooner or later. Or, sometimes it’s referred to this way: “What goes around comes around.”

And if you live long enough, you will discover how many times that will happen in your lifetime. One of the things that I’ve realized is a “new” trend that lots of people have been doing for a really long time is what is now called “Bible Journaling.”

That’s a catchy name and it is a great way to encourage people to get creative with their study of the Scriptures.

My poor old Bible is pretty much in tatters. But when the cover started to fall off a few years ago, I couldn’t bear to part with it, so my family bought me a Bible cover to hold it all together. With a pretty pink, black, and white quilted cover, a zipper, and a handle, I can still use my familiar, favorite Bible, probably for the rest of my life.

I’ve tried using a new Bible. I even have several other Bibles that are very nice and they are brandnew. But they are not familiar, like my old Bible. I know where verses are that I’ve underlined, circled, and starred over the years.

I have notes that I wrote in the margins during times of study, and times of great sadness and despair. It’s like an old friend who knows all my secrets, and a new one just wouldn’t be the same.

With all those notes and squiggles and underlines and circles, I’ve found that my Bible is a precious treasure that reminds me not only of God’s love, faithfulness, promises, and holiness but it also reminds me of the places and times where He carried me through some very dark days.

Everything Old Becomes New Again Nina Newton, Sr. Editor

So writing in my Bible was just kind of a natural way of recording those memories of time of joy and times of brokenness. But it never occurred to me to color in my Bible.

Until I started reading about all of the “new” ways of Bible journaling. And then I realized that I had been doing that for many years, just not quite so boldly or creatively. I guess it’s time to step up my game!

And then I recalled all of the beautiful illuminated manuscripts that I studied once upon a time when I was doing my academic studies in Medieval Church history.

The beautiful drawings and embellishments that were used in those books, hundreds of years ago, are still a testament to the devotion and loyalty to God by the only people of that day and age who could read and write.

The monks in the monasteries would write out the Scriptures and other prayer books, by hand, and they would include beautiful colored drawings to help the people understand the story of God’s love and His gift of grace through Jesus.

Because the average person back then could not read the words, so the pictures were the best way to tell that story.

Bible journaling in the beginning of God’s story of redemption. We continue to tell that story, and we also can bring our love of God’s Word into our own Bible through journaling the pages of His Love Letter to us.

I guess it is time to begin my own, more colorful and creative, spiritual journey through the Bible and start doing some doodling, drawing, and even painting and coloring in my old Bible.

I hope it will hold up for another few years because this it the one that I just can’t part with. Have you thought about Bible journaling?

Autumn Leaves Begin to Fly

by Rejetta Morse Through rough winds of summer, leaves grasp tree branches to survive; while days of autumn shorten, they struggle to stay alive.

No longer can the trees hold them— they clip their tiny stems, while colors of the green leaves fade to colorful bright gems.

They start to choke and lose their grip— they float and fall from high, like the eagles that push chicks from their cozy nest to fly.

While leaves watch the other leaves fly, they wonder with sorrow if they will lose their grip today or fly away tomorrow?

They fly and bounce over the grass, they fly in the warm breeze; they fly and zig-zag and become a carpet of thick leaves.

The land they nourish while they rest and rustle o’er the land; the world turns bright with colors while the bare trees stand.

Bits and Pieces

by Joan Leotta Cool, crisp air and its brilliant fire hues are hard to find where heat simmers until well into December.

Here, long still-hot days of October and November allow early darkness to eat out the green, leaving mottled brown arrayed on branches until storms wash them down onto my lawn.

Yet, now and again, bits and pieces of autumn glory appear— a vine, a baby tree hiding in my palmetto grass, burst into red or bright yellow, defying heat, proclaiming, “Fall is here.”

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My Father’s Garden

by Nancy Frantel

"God said, 'See, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit; you shall have them for food.' “Genesis 1:29 (NRSV) When my brothers and I lived at home we looked forward to summer each year. With one exception.

While we enjoyed the break from school, we didn’t enjoy how our time shifted to another assignment– working in daddy’s garden.

Okay, I guess you could call it the family garden, but somehow the three kids spent the most time there.

No matter how much time we worked in the garden, we didn’t appreciate the blessing of having space to grow our own fruit and vegetables.

An attempted excuse, "I don’t like [insert most vegetables]. Why do I have to help?" failed to get any of us out of weeding duty.

Occasional moments of excitement occurred when the strawberries and blueberries ripened. However, opportunities to enjoy their tender, sweet taste came few and far between. Why? God’s beautiful creatures called birds. Unless they took a day off, by the time we attempted to pick the fruit, few berries remained. Even covering the plants with netting failed to deter them.

We might find blueberries if the birds decided to take the day off, or full from the day before. If that’s even possible−wouldn’t they spread the word?

Especially since they apparently knew about God’s promise to feed them. Matthew 6:26a: "Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them." (NRSV)

At least they could help pull weeds while enjoying the delicious buffet.

While weeding wasn’t on their "to do" list, they learned how to pluck the newly sprouted corn plants out of the ground. The small amount of green shaft told them the softened kernel was ready to consume. Ok, I give them credit for being clever.

However, my father learned to protect the corn by using tin cans. He removed the top and bottom, leaving a cylinder. He placed the can around the seed prior to sprouting. The frustrated free-food birds were not happy.

And neither were my brothers and I. The less the birds consumed, the more work for us. We tried different excuses to avoid the garden assignment.

Some days the chore list caused a fleeting thought of wishing summer was over.

But we didn’t look forward to school enough to be able to use, "I have homework due tomorrow so I can’t help."

Then "The Year" came along. Daddy decided to plant a new vegetable−pumpkins. But not just any pumpkins−giant pumpkins.

He always wanted to grow them, but "feed the family" vegetables took up all the space. Finally a plant we wanted to assist with its care.

After several months of pruning and watering, we watched the pumpkins mature.

By October the largest pumpkin seemed to reign over the others. Weighing over 300 pounds, the heir apparent to future pumpkins seemed proud to have survived.

I guess the birds felt we deserved a break. Or maybe they don’t like pumpkins.

So Many Beans

by Lisa J. Radcliff

Harvest time. Finally. After a summer of cultivating, planting, and weeding, the garden was ready for harvesting. I was excited.

My boys—well, their feelings varied. The three of them reminded me of the three bears.

One Friday afternoon, as we drove through the Delaware farmland, we passed a field of beans. It was at least a full acre of beans. There was one man walking through the rows of beans.

Staring out the window, my empathetic son said, “That poor guy’s gotta pick all those beans.”

The oldest one didn’t mind picking beans. The youngest one loved picking beans. And the middle one compared picking beans to the death sentence.

His anguish was evident. He clearly felt for this man, a kindred spirit in the world of bean picking.

Our garden was not what I would call large. It was about 20 feet long by 10 feet wide.

I’m sure the poor man did not have to pick all those beans, at least not alone.

Three rows of our garden were occupied by beans—green and yellow. Once they grew to about finger length, it was time to pick.

But I’m glad my boy had empathy for him. It revealed his heart. He genuinely hurt for this man.

I sent the boys out to the garden with bags in hand.

Each one had one row of beans to pick. The oldest and youngest finished their rows, while the middle languished throughout the day.

Several times a day, he limped into the house for water breaks, then lunch, and then snack. Often great complaints accompanied him.

The sun was too hot. There were too many beans.

His shoes were getting dirty. His fingers hurt.

Sometime late in the day, he completed his arduous chore of picking one row of beans.

As he deposited his bag of beans on the kitchen table, he plopped down in a chair and exclaimed, “I’m gonna die.”

Of course, he didn’t say, “Mom, can we stop and help him?” He was young and worn out from his own week of bean picking.

But God was working on his heart. That kind of response would come with time.

Although by then, he would realize that guy didn’t have to pick all those beans.

In my mind, forcing my son to complete his chores would teach him important lessons like perseverance and a good work ethic.

But God had more for him. He used the simple act (even though my son made it harder than it was) of picking beans to cultivate a compassionate heart.

Isn’t it just like God to take something I thought would teach one lesson and use it in a deeper way I never considered?

Pitiful.

Fortunately, our chore-filled weeks often ended with a weekend at his grandparent’s house at the beach.

“Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 1:6)

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To the Rescue

by Pat Jeanne Davis Laura closed the door behind the delivery man and stared at the flat-packed three-drawer unit. She doubted she’d be able to even get the furniture out of the box. It’d taken forever to find a piece online for that corner under the stairs, and she’d been thrilled when she discovered this.

Now she realized she’d been so intent on checking the dimensions on the company’s website that she’d missed the words, “Some assembly required.” In this case, much assembly required.

Her husband always said this kind of task was his work and had nothing to do with her. She could hear Paul’s voice inside her head. “How do you think you’re going to put that together?” He never came right out and told her that she was helpless, but he certainly didn’t instil her with confidence.

According to Paul, her job was to learn to cook. But even when she’d slowly and carefully follow a new recipe—thinking her life depended on it—she felt as if she was diving into shark-infested waters.

Not that it mattered any more. When he bailed out of their marriage, he’d effectively dumped everything on her shoulders. She winced and attempted to force the painful memories from her mind.

Laura twisted her long hair in her fingers trying to figure out the return directions—obviously written to keep returns to a minimum—when she jumped. It sounded like someone was trying to knock the door down.

Her new neighbor’s hammering carried through the thin wall that separated them. Could she ask Josh to make sense of the instructions? Who knows, maybe he’d turn out to be a DIY enthusiast. He seemed friendly when he introduced himself after moving in a month ago, even offering to mow the grass on their adjoining back lawn.

When the hammering stopped, she went around and rang his doorbell.

It’s unlocked.” His voice came from somewhere in the back. She turned the handle and stepped inside.

“Josh?”

“Keep walking,” he shouted.

Laura entered the kitchen. “I heard the hammering and . . .” She gasped. Josh held the weight of a cupboard on his shoulders as it hung off the wall.

His warm brown eyes pleaded for help. “I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t heard me holler.”

“But . . .” Laura started to remove the contents that threatened to spill onto the floor. Then she took some of the cabinet’s weight from him and stared in astonishment at the gaping holes in the plaster where the fixings had been. “Talk about poor workmanship.”

“According to Paul, her job was to learn to cook. But even when she’d slowly and carefully follow a new recipe—thinking her life depended on it—she felt as if she was diving into shark-infested waters. Not that it mattered any more. When he bailed out of their marriage, he’d effectively dumped everything on her shoulders.

She winced and attempted to force the painful memories from her mind.”

“You don’t say.”

The instructions for installation fell from the back of the cabinet. A sheepish grin spread across his face as they lowered the empty cupboard onto the floor.

“I don’t know much about DIY, but something this heavy needs plugs in the wall before you put the screws in.” Laura turned to face him, frowning. “Who put this up?”

He blushed. “It seems I know even less about installing cabinets than you.” It dawned on her that Josh probably didn’t know those directions were there for him to follow.

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and chuckled. “Where do I get those plug things anyway?”

“They would’ve been with the screws that came with this cupboard.” She bit back a smile, certain he wasn’t going to be much help in putting her unit together. There was only one person who was going to do it. That was her. But she’d need assistance in moving the piece into that tight spot.

Josh shifted his feet. “I’d like to do something in return for coming to my rescue.” She met his gaze.

“Er, can you help me move furniture?”

He gave a hearty laugh, revealing beautiful white teeth. “You still trust me?” Laura laughed along.

“Those strong arms of yours will do nicely.”

“Just let me know when you want me.” She took in his strong jaw and tousled dark hair and her heartbeat picked up. “Thank you. I’ll come round next week when the piece is ready.”

During the week, Laura pulled out the assembling instructions and took a deep breath. Then as though following a dreaded new recipe, she slowly and carefully read the directions and realized only the tools and materials were different.

She found pliers and a screwdriver and before long she was looking at a usable unit. She’d done it.

Her piece looked every bit as good as it had on the company’s website. She could come to enjoy assembling furniture.

Her confidence boosted by this new found skill, Laura went over to Josh’s house with the plugs he’d need.

When he opened the door, the aroma of herbs and spices mingling together filled the air. She smiled.

“Sorry if I’m interrupting your meal.” She handed him the plugs.

He winked. “Have dinner with me.” His eyes fixed on hers. “My side of our party wall gets lonely.”

She studied his intent expression. “Sounds good.” Her casual tone masked the excitement she felt in anticipation of spending the evening with him.

“You cook?” she said, breathing in the scent of turmeric, cumin, ginger and cloves.

“Yep. Mom had a restaurant and taught me all I know. Do you like chicken curry?”

“One of my favorite meals.” Would she ever enjoy cooking? She laughed. “Tell you what. You show me how to make that curry dish, and I’ll help you put up that cabinet of yours.”

He grinned. “It’s a deal. But only after we move your unit into place.”

Later, they sat on his deck under a starry sky and talked for hours. For someone who thought she’d never fall in love again, Laura felt herself being won over by Josh. Of course, his cooking had found a way to her heart also. After this evening, her side of their party wall would be a lonely place as well.

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God Gave Us Thankful Hearts

by Lisa Tawn Bergren “Adventurous Lil Pup is bummed that hibernating season will soon be coming to the Great North Woods. Why should so many of his friends have to go in for the winter and leave Lil Pup without pals? Mama reminds her little wolf that not all animals hibernate, and how he can be grateful for the beautiful autumn season – for jumping in leaf piles, eating apple treats, and celebrating the wonders of fall with his forest friends. And she points out…

“I think the trick to having a thankful heart is thinking about the things that make us happy, rather than the things that don’t.”

As Mama and Lil Pup explore, she reminds him that God is the giver of all good things. Lil Pup learns that even when something fun comes to an end; his heart can be thankful when he sets his mind on the best things in his life.

This inviting addition to the best-selling God Gave Us series, with nearly 2.5 million books sold, helps little ones to understand how giving thanks warms hearts and brings joy.”

God Gave Us Thankful Hearts by Lisa Tawn Bergren is available from RUBY’S Reading Corner.

Happy Autumn

The Lonely Girl

by Shara Bueler-Repka

She sat alone at the picnic table, picking at her peanut butter & jelly sandwich. Her battered lunch box teetered on the edge of the worn boards of the tabletop, but she didn’t seem to care.

Every day she sat in the same spot, eating the same thing. As my teammates joked and laughed on the way to the soccer field after school, I couldn’t help watching her as I walked by.

I so missed my friends, my house, everything that was familiar.

On top of that, I was shy and self-conscious. And I felt like I had a big target on my back when all the bully sorts started messing with me.

I prayed hard for a friend—maybe a friend that was way bigger than me so I could hide behind them while they protected me from the bullies.

Why did she always wait to eat her lunch until now?

Why did she always sit in that particular place every day?

I didn’t know much about her. No one did, only that she showed up in the middle of the school year. I never saw her talk to anyone.

I joined my friends on the field and we quickly focused on our game. Between plays, though, I’d glance her way and notice how eagerly she watched us.

Then one day I stood, staring into my locker, trying to figure out what I did with my math book…

“You’re new here,” said a seemingly friendly voice beside me.

After being hassled so much, my first thought was, “Uh oh. What does she want?”

I slowly turned and looked straight into the nicest face I’d ever seen.

I nodded at this tiny girl that stood beside me.

But by the time we made the final goal, the picnic table was empty.

I got to thinking about when I first came to this school. My dad had taken off and my mom and I had to move to this new town.

“My name is Jamaria,” she grinned.

“That’s a cool name,” I replied. “My name is Kenzi.”

“Nice to meet you.”

RRRIIINNNG.

“My name is Kenzi,” I said.

“Wow, I didn’t realize what time it was. We’re going to be late for math class!” she exclaimed.

She still stared.

“Oh, man, I still can’t find my math book!” I panicked.

I took a deep breath. “You’re new here. I remember that feeling. It’s not fun sometimes.”

She slowly nodded. “My name is Hailey.”

Jamaria started to run for the classroom, but spun around and peered into my locker. “There it is! Your sweater is covering part of it.”

“Nice to meet you,” I grinned. Ok… what else, what else? I’m stuck.

“Thanks!”

And then I heard myself ask, “Do you play soccer?”

We bolted toward the classroom together. And, we were inseparable from then on.

She ducked her head and fiddled with her sandwich baggie. “I like soccer, but I’ve never played.”

Fast forward to today. Once again, I glanced at this lonely girl at the picnic table on my way to play soccer. I felt a tug at my heart to go talk to her. But I hesitated. What will my friends think?

“Well, if you want to, you can hang out with us and we can teach you some stuff.”

They had talked about her in that roll-your-eyessnickering kind of way. She was an easy target.

Her clothes looked worn like someone’s secondhand stuff. And, well, she didn’t smell all that nice sometimes.

I almost kept walking, but remembered the relief I’d felt when someone actually cared enough to acknowledge I existed… and not just for “target” practice.

I decided to go for it and walked toward her. But I didn’t get far before…”Hey! Where are you going?” my friend, Emma, called from the soccer goal. All of my other friends were staring at me too.

Great. I guess I figured I could sneak over there without them noticing.

“Jesus, please give me courage,” I prayed. “And help me talk to this girl ‘cause I don’t have a clue what to say.”

Even though I had a lot of friends now, I was still kind of shy. I kept walking toward the girl who by now had looked up and saw me coming. I swung my leg over the bench seat and sat next to her.

Her head popped up again. She smiled and her whole face lit up! “Awesome,” she beamed.

“Well, come on! I’ll introduce you to the rest of our gang.”

I noticed the skeptical eyes of my friends following us from the picnic table all the way to the field. But I didn’t care. Something inside me told me I did the right thing.

My friends seemed to take my cue and from that day on, Hailey was part of our group. And, turns out, she was a natural at soccer. When we chose teams, sometimes she got picked before me!

She still wore the same clothes, and peanut butter & jelly sandwiches were still her main food group (although she now ate at our lunch table), but it didn’t matter to us. We’d found a good friend.

I found out later how rough her life was at home. My home life was tough without my dad, but it was nothing compared to hers. She was scared and lonely most of the time.

And, well, let’s just say hanging out with us was the only thing she had to look forward to.

“Hi,” I blurted.

I figure that befriending her was what Jesus meant when He said, “Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly (or sisterly) love. Honor one another above yourselves.”

She stared at me wide-eyed. I ignored the bit of jelly that still clung to her upper lip.

And I’m sure glad we did.

Commemorate Christopher Columbus Day with a Craft and Cuisine

by Jehn Kubiak Who was Christopher Columbus? Some say he founded America; others just credit him as a Spanish explorer. Here’s the truth: Columbus was Italian, but he lived in Spain later on, according to Biography. Columbus was set on finding Cathay, India, for some spices he could take back to the mainland, according to History.

Contrary to popular belief, his contemporaries did not believe Earth was actually round; the Christian Science Monitor states that although Columbus thought the planet was pear-shaped, most people knew it was round. Regardless, the real question was how big the Earth was––and that’s how Columbus ended up in America, also known as the “New World.” The explorer wasn’t aware of the planet’s size, so he landed where he thought India actually was.

After giving your kids this brief historical background, engage in a couple activities that will help them commemorate Columbus Day.

Craft: Build your own Boat - American Corners Macedonia According to Enchanted Learning, Columbus sailed on three different ships: the Niña, Pinta, and Santa Maria, which he captained. The Santa Maria was shipwrecked later, and historians believe they may have found its remains near the Haiti coast, according to the Smithsonian, due to a journal entry Columbus wrote. Chances are you have some empty egg cartons lying around the house.

Supplies: ● 3 cardboard egg cups ● Brown acrylic craft paint ● Paintbrush (or sponge brush) ● ¼ cup modeling clay or Playdough ● 6 toothpicks ● 1 sheet white paper ● Scissors ● White craft glue 1. Paint the egg cups inside and out

with brown paint. Set aside to dry.

2. Cut sails from white paper. You will need 6 large sails (1.5” x 1”) and 18 small sails (.5” x .75”) 3. Set aside three of the toothpicks for the large sails. Break or cut the other three toothpicks in half, giving you 6 halves.

1. Put a line of glue through the middle of one of the small sails. Place the cut or broken end of 2.

3.

4.

5.

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one of the toothpick halves onto the glue line.

Roll it in the glue to cover both sides, then place another sail on top, sandwiching the two sails together. Flatten the sails together with your fingers and set aside to dry.

Repeat step number 5 with each toothpick half and 2 small sails (each).

Following the guide in step number 5, make the larger sails. For each large sail you will need a toothpick, 2 small sails and 2 large sails. Glue the small sail to the end of the full toothpick, and then glue the larger sail beneath it, leaving a small gap between the top and bottom sail. Set aside to dry.

Roll a small amount of clay in your palm, enough to line the bottom of the egg cup. Place in the egg cup and flatten to cover bottom.

Insert open end of large sail into the middle of the clay. Insert two small sails, one on either side of the large sail, into the clay.

Cuisine What would Columbus’ crew have eaten back in the day? According to the Daily Meal, the explorers would have eaten cheese, rice, beans, salted fish, and sea biscuits.

Although those biscuits were traditionally served hard, make it easy for the kids and buy a roll of Pillsbury Grands! which they can put on a cookie tray themselves.

Cook some white rice, salt some fish or beef, and then move on to the beans.

Spanish style bean recipe from Snapguide

Directions: 1. In a pot that fits at least 2 cups of water, turn the fire on to medium and add oil. When it starts to heat up a bit add chicken bouillon tomato paste & garlic 2. Let the chicken bouillon break down and mix it with the tomato paste and garlic. The garlic can be minced or mashed ,but not whole. Tomato paste should be at least 1 teaspoon, but you can add more if you want thicker broth.

3. Mix it and let it sizzle a bit––about less than a minute.

4. Take your beans and drain the water. Try Goya pink beans.

5. Add drained beans to the pot.

6. Take your bean can & fill it up twice with water, then pour into the pot. Let the water boil for about 5 minutes before adding rest of ingredients.

7. Add a quarter of a green pepper to the water.

8. A quarter of a red pepper, half an onion and a small handful of cilantro.

Let the water boil with the ingredients for about half an hour. Keep checking the mixture. Take off the burner when the mixture looks thick enough. Serve when ready

Apple Recipes for Every Autumn Day! Autumn is apple harvest time, so we decided to gather up a bushel basket full of apple recipes from all around the blogosphere to share with you. Be sure to visit the original website / blog for each of these recipes, and have a wonderful autumn with apples every day!

Apple Muffins with Crumb Topping from Bake. Eat. Repeat

Caramel Apple Fruit Pizza from The Gunny Sack

Apple Cream Cheese Danish from Garnish with Lemon

Apple Cinnamon Baked Oatmeal from Five Heart Home

Apple and Gouda Grilled Cheese from Domestic Superhero

Apple Compote from Country Living

Apple Butter from Country Living

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Blessings from the Wrong Side of Town C.S. Kjar Book Review by Carol Peterson Carol’s Book Club Blessings from the Wrong Side of Town begins with a robbery at sisters Leona and Betty’s house. Aside from the house being trashed, two items of sentimental value were stolen, and Leona sets off on her own to find them when the police appear not to be working on the case hard enough.

Kjar’s writing is lovely and we quickly understand the characters’ motivations and personalities. What I appreciated most about the story was the lesson that—no matter how right your motives are— you need to consider the consequences of your actions and how what you do might affect and even harm other people.

A little mystery, a bit of action, some humor and light Christianity, Blessings from the Wrong Side of Town was an enjoyable read. It would be a good selection for a book club discussion.

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I’m a 2 Rule Girl

by Karon Phillips “Let's make it simple. Let's throw out the oversized rule book and get where we've wanted to get all along. Let's follow the rules Jesus gave us – only 2 – and find a new way, a new peace, and a new life. Let's start now.

“What is the most important command?” they asked Him. “Love God, love others,” Jesus said.

No list needed, no way to fail, nothing to fear.

We can relax, rest, and renew because when we follow these 2 rules, we follow all the others. We've all had enough of the “gottado-this,” “can’t-do-that “and “what's-the-matter-with-you?” struggle that gets us nowhere. Come along today with Karon in simplicity, peace, joy and abundance:    

love God and others in the moment, the mess and the majesty develop the habits of a 2-Rule Girl trust your “gratifence” and be who God made you to be answer Jesus' question: "what do you want?"

Deepen your trust to a place you've never known, discover and grow the wisdom you never thought you had. Know new strength, courage, power and grace.” * Study Guide and Resources included I’m a 2 Rule Girl is available from RUBY’S Reading Corner

by Kathryn Ross Today’s mainstream media overflows with headlines, like a broken water pipe flooding the land with mud, rust, and poison. From this—we are expected to drink? Really? To think? To form opinions?

As an American Christian, I’m thankful the Lord called me to live in a nation built on Judeo-Christian values from its inception. The roots of our nation are indivisible from the principles and purposes of God’s Word and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

You may have heard otherwise, though. Yep. Media muddies the waters, again.

In light of the cyclone of current events, I’m grateful I don’t have to live in a propaganda vacuum where my mind and heart have no choice other than to sip from worldly, tainted, media wells and accosting headlines promoting such lies.

I cheer on the honest voices out there—though they sacrifice much to speak freely and stand fast in truth.

More often, media’s manipulative ploys try to infect my thought life with false impressions of events and warp my ability to reason through to truthful conclusions.

But, facts matter. History matters. Our earliest national documents recorded in official papers, primary source journals, and letters penned over three centuries, attest to this.

To that end, I tend to discount and distrust the lionshare of news sources and the plethora of analyst opinions in these turbulent days.

They are well archived online, in reprinted books, and stored originals in collector vaults and document libraries throughout our country.

We are hard pressed to completely avoid media venom seeking to distract, confuse, and infect us.

God’s place in American history and its cultural development is well verified. Even so, there are evil powers attempting to erase and usurp God and His place in our nation.

Daily attacks leave us stunned with a myriad of negative emotional responses, producing an undercurrent of anxiety that blocks inner peace. Fear and worry about the future leave us feeling helpless in the face of current event Goliaths.

The Antidote to Venom

What a dramatic season of history we are living through! Are you prepared for the part you’re called to play in advancing God’s agenda for such a time as this? It is imperative that we accurately discern the complex matters of the day in order to do so.

But, where do you get your information on the vital issues God has called our generation to speak to in 2018? Media headlines?

Headlines I really hate headlines, these days. The airwaves bombard us with little respite. They are what the compound word suggests: head line. A line of communication, easy to remember, that takes up space in your head. Repeating, over and over again, its annoying, sensationalistic, often fearful prognostications.

As an engaged, American citizen, I possess the antidote able to counteract the effects of media venom. It is simply this: I refuse to be a helpless victim in this critical season of history.

I choose to fortify my mind and heart through responsible research, so I can be accurately and well informed. I’m very particular regarding the media sources I allow to place lines in my head, and vet what they say on a scale, weighing it for objective truth rather than emotional, misleading manipulation.

But most importantly, I consult the wisdom in my garden.

Retreat Stepping away from the frenzy of today’s raucous media on screens or in print, I soak in the peace and renewal God works into the green flora and carefree fauna of His Creation.

The bushes along my weathered garden fence rustle with the playful skitters of gray squirrels. Their antics delight my soul. I close my eyes, lift my face to the sun, and soak in cleansing birdsong, purging my mind and lifting my heart.

The duck pond’s trickling waterfall sounds caress my spirit like whispering, healing thoughts, sweeping away the world’s anxieties.

Thus cleansed, I turn to chapter and verse for a mental reset. God’s Word trumps caustic headlines every time.

Rewriting Headlines God’s Word, hidden in my heart, now has room to rise to the surface of my conscious for a bit of headline editing.

I mentally travel to a cave where I see one of the Lord’s key players in a transitional season for Israel cowering in fear. Elijah just slaughtered 450 of Jezebel’s false prophet media-types after a competitive standoff with them—Baal against the LORD. Baal was silent, but God showed up—in no uncertain terms. He’d had it with fake gods, false narratives, and institutional, power-hungry leaders oppressing the people and turning them from the roots of their calling as a nation under God. Elijah prayed, and justice rained down from God’s hand when He sent fire from Heaven to miraculously consume a sacrifice. It must have been a dramatic scene to witness in person. Jezebel was furious at having lost the show-down. She called for Elijah to be killed in 1 Kings 19:1-2 NKJV. And Ahab told Jezebel all that Elijah had done, also how he had executed all the prophets with the sword. Then Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah, saying, “So let the gods do to me, and more also, if I do not make your life as the life of one of them by tomorrow about this time.”

Venom. Elijah crumbled.

And when he saw that, he arose and ran for his life, and went to Beersheba, which belongs to Judah, and left his servant there. And he prayed that he might die, and said, “It is enough! Now, LORD, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers!” (v.3-4 NKJV)

Why? Why did he crumble? Through miraculous signs and wonders, the Lord had just verified His agenda for the future of Israel—and Elijah’s calling—to defeat a corrupt king and the prophets of Baal.

Why did Elijah fear for his life because of the headline Jezebel published? God called him to drain the swamp. Any word that dared to rise-up against the plans of the Lord—no matter what hallowed, worldly halls it came from—was fake news destined to be exposed as such.

There is an historical pattern in the dealings of God among mankind. He often allows evil to have its destructive way for a season, using it to set the stage to better manifest His power and justice in due time.

This is the pattern and lesson of history. His Story.

Elijah recoiled in fear for his life. God sent angels to feed him and encourage him, directing him to travel forty days and nights to the mountain of God at Horeb. There, the LORD spoke to him in the cave. (v. 11-13) Then He said, “Go out, and stand on the mountain before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.

Then the LORD said to him: “Go, return on your way to the Wilderness of Damascus; and when you arrive, anoint Hazael as king over Syria. Also you shall anoint Jehu the son of Nimshi as king over Israel. And Elisha the son of Shaphat of Abel Meholah you shall anoint as prophet in your place. It shall be that whoever escapes the sword of Hazael, Jehu will kill; and whoever escapes the sword of Jehu, Elisha will kill. Yet I have reserved seven thousand in Israel, all whose knees have not bowed to Baal, and every mouth that has not kissed him.”

A Poised Patriot And just like that. Suddenly. God exposes the darkness, executes justice, and restores the soul and purpose of a nation. Using people, poised patriots, expecting them to act, engaged and functioning in institutions of influence. The spiritual realm working in and through the material realm.

And I just can’t stop thinking—since I consulted my garden—how we’re living through a similar season today. I discern a pattern repeated. I’m watching God work miracles on the national and world stage for He is the LORD of men and nations. I don’t want to be Elijah cowering in a cave. Do you?

We are living through a critical moment in world history and, as Americans, we’re weeks away from the second most important election in our lifetime.

God has an agenda in this hour. Have you rightly discerned it?

We must pray. We must also act. Boldly and fearlessly. Are you poised to take your place on the front lines of battle for the soul and God’s purposes in America?

So it was, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. Suddenly a voice came to him, and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

Like the fearsome headlines spinning, twisting, and seeding confusion and doubt in our minds, the noise of fierce winds, the shaking of earthquakes, and fury of fire filled Elijah’s head, adding to the ringingrepeating of Jezebel’s threats.

But in the quiet after the chaos, God’s still, small voice speaks. His agenda is not thwarted because of Jezebel’s accusations and headlines. In fact, the LORD barely addresses Elijah’s fears for his life.

Instead, He gives him specific directions on his next steps to bringing an end to the evil regime of Ahab and Jezebel (v. 15-18):

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A Cord of 3 Strands

by Cindy Evans

A cord of three strands we are with Him, He has woven us in love.

With His connection and His power, we have extra strength from above.

With His help, we are given an extra measure of grace, showered down on us for good, keeping us in place.

All things are held together by Him‌ I'm glad we've become one, yet three.

May we stand and forever be faithful, and to God be all the glory!

"Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken." (Ecclesiastes 4:12, NIV)

When Autumn Steps Out

by Sharon L. Patterson The morning alarm sounds and she awakens, sits on the side of the bed and yawns. Taking in the fresh crisp air, she breathes pushing out the last stale breath of summer.

She goes to her closet, reaches past last season’s shorts and sleeveless tops and chooses her favorite sweats and hooded jacket for her morning jog She checks her to do list over a steaming cup of spiced tea as she fills her breakfast plate with pumpkin bread and baked apples topped with cinnamon and sugar.

Atop her list is Friday night’s football game and the harvest ball the second week in October.

Dressed and ready for the day, Autumn steps outside.

The ground is a thick carpet of crunchy red, yellow and orange leaves.

Her pace quickens to a jog and suddenly she is dodging the occasional brown acorns falling randomly from the trees lining the familiar path.

She pauses at the corner to greet the neighborhood children waiting to load the approaching yellow school bus.

Their eyes still glued to the phones in their hands, they shift heavy backpacks onto their shoulders and step onto the bus.

Autumn proceeds on her way, confident she will fulfill God’s plan for her this season-to bring multi-hued combinations of beauty to the landscape; to reinvigorate the spirit of people with fresh cool winds of crisp morning air; and to bring rich harvests to fill the stomachs and pantries of the people she serves.

We anticipate her arrival and enjoy her stay.

What a matchless beauty she is…

When Autumn Steps Out!

Autumn Blessings

by Sharmelle Olson Autumn blessings give us a way of being through the colors of every autumn blessing.

The brilliant red beauty in the leaves bring faithfulness into the world which gives us happiness.

Autumn blessings give us a way of grace through the colors of every autumn blessing; the silent yellow beauty in the leaves brings praise into the world which makes things encouraging.

Autumn blessings give us a way of acquaintance through the colors of every autumn blessing the rest of the green beauty in the leaves brings brilliance into the world which makes it expressive.

God Promises His Children

by Norma C. Mezoe Through every heartache, sorrow and care…

God promises his children He’ll always be near….

He will never leave them to struggle alone, for he loves his children and calls them his own.

First Rights

DIY Owl Wreath

by Donna Powell A few weeks ago my very best friend who lives in Texas sent me a photo of an owl wreath from Pier1. Being the crafting friends we are, we immediately started discussing how we could make our own version of the adorable wreath.

And the challenge was on!

We decided that we would both make a version of the wreath and share it when we were done. I made my Pier1 Owl Wreath Knock-Off entirely from items purchased at the Dollar Tree store.

Not only had the two of us agreed to make our own version of the Pier1 Owl Wreath, but I also challenged myself to make my wreath with only items that could be found at Dollar Tree.

The inspiration wreath is no longer available on the Pier1 site so making it yourself is pretty much your only option.

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Hot glue gun and glue sticks Floral wire Fall Daisy Stems Fall foliage stems with feathers Assorted fall foliage stems with faux cat tails Green burlap ribbon Orange burlap ribbon Two wicker wreath forms

The shape of the owl wreath is basically two small wreath forms tied together to create the head and body of the owl. My friend used two grape vine wreaths for the project, which closely resembled the inspiration wreath, but since I had challenged myself to only use supplies found at my local Dollar Tree, I had to use what they had available.

My project was created using two small wicker wreath forms instead.

I considered painting the wicker wreath so that it's light color wouldn't show through the leaves but instead I wrapped each wreath in orange burlap ribbon.

All the items I used for my wreath were purchased from my local Dollar Tree.

The daisy floral stems were to be used to create the eyes for the owl but I needed a way to insert them in to the middle of the form. So I wrapped two strips of burlap across the opening of the top wreath - aka the head of the owl - to be able to attach the flowers.

The "wings" of the owl needed to be placed first using the foliage stems with feathers. These were easy to attach by adding hot glue to the end of the stem and inserting the end through the burlap and wicker wreath form.

Make sure to extend them out from the form to look like wings.

After cutting the fall colored leaves off the stems, I used hot glue to attach the leaves around the wreath forms. The burlap definitely helped with getting the hot glue to stick to the forms.

Several burnt fingers later - be careful attaching the leaves - the wreath forms were completely covered and the daises attached for the eyes and a cattail for the nose.

I made the small bow tie out of the green ribbon and attached a faux cat tail from the stems as the nose.

Several of my fall foliage stems had colored berries so at the last minute I attached those to the head of the owl as something whimsical and cute.

My friend Shelley actually finished her owl project first and posted it on her Facebook page - which got her several orders for more.

Something she didn't plan but did end up making several different versions for friends and coworkers. After her fifth one or so she had to put a stop to the madness and refused to make any more.

All of her versions though were adorable including a Mickey Mouse version she made for a coworker who loves Disney as much as she does.

In all I have around $9 total in my version of this owl wreath. We had a lot of fun making these together from across the miles.

Great Is Thy Faithfulness Hymn History

by Diana Leagh Matthews

The Lord has really been testing and strengthening me lately, but I am reminded of how great His faithfulness is time and again.

The author of this hymn experienced many difficulties and health issues but the Lord remained faithful to him.

God wants to show us His faithfulness, but sometimes we must surrender all before He can prove He is faithful to us.

Great is Thy Faithfulness was written by Thomas Obadiah Chisholm as a “testament to God’s faithfulness through his very ordinary life.”

Chisholm was born in 1866 in a log cabin in Franklin, Kentucky to James Washington and Lucy Jane Mequire Chisholm.

In 1893, Henry Clay Morrison, the founder of Asbury College and Seminary in Wilmore, Kentucky, held a revival meeting in Franklin. Chisholm attended and accepted Jesus Christ into his heart and life.

Later, at Morrison’s invitation, Chisholm moved to Louisville, Kentucky and became an editor for the Pentecostal Herald.

In 1903, he became an ordained Methodist Minister. Sometime around 1903, he married Katherine Hambright Vandevere.

Due to ill health, Chisholm was only able to serve one year in the ministry. After leaving his ministry in Scottsville, Kentucky he and his wife relocated to Winona Lake, Indiana for the open air.

After a time in Indiana, he then moved to Vineland, New Jersey where he sold insurance.

He received his education in a rural schoolhouse in the area, but they were dirt poor and he never got past an elementary school education. However, by the age of sixteen he was a teacher.

He suffered from health issues the rest of his life and had periods of time when he was confined to bed and unable to work.

Five years later, at the age of twenty-one, he was the associate editor of his hometown weekly newspaper, The Franklin Advocate.

Thomas and Katherine Chisholm had two daughters, Ruth Elizabeth Chisholm was born in 1905 and Dorothy Chisholm was born in 1907.

Thomas was good friends with William Runyan and often exchanged the poems he’d written with the Moody Bible Institute musician.

In 1953, Chisholm retired to the Methodist Retirement Community in Ocean Grove, New Jersey. Katherine, his wife, died the following year.

Runyan was so moved by the poem Chisholm sent one day that he decided to compose a melody to go with the lyrics.

Even through retirement, he continued to write poems and hymns, as he had throughout his life. In total he wrote over 1200 poems and hymns, including Living for Jesus, He Was Wounded for Our Transgressions, Trust in the Lord with All Your Heart and O! To Be Like Thee.

This poem was Great is Thy Faithfulness. Chisholm said of the poem, “My income has not been large at any time due to impaired health in the earlier years which has followed me on until now.

Although I must not fail to record here the unfailing faithfulness of a covenant-keeping God and He has given me many wonderful displays of His providing care, for which I am filled with astonishing gratefulness.”

Runyan wrote of the hymn: “This particular poem held such an appeal that I prayed most earnestly that my tune might carry over its message in a worthy way, and the subsequent history of its use indicates that God answered prayer. It was written in Baldwin, Kansas, in 1923, and was first published in my private song pamphlets.”

The song went unnoticed for many years until “it was discovered by a Moody Bible Institute professor who loved it so much and requested it sung so often at chapel services, that the song became the unofficial theme song of the college.”

In 1945, George Beverly Shea began to sing the song at the Billy Graham Crusades, and it gained exposure and popularity.

His writings often appeared in religious periodicals such as the Sunday School Times, Moody Monthly, and Alliance Weekly.

Thomas Chisholm died in 1960 at the age of 93.

Chisholm, a lifelong Methodist, had the song appear in numerous hymnals and song books. However, it was not included in the Methodist hymnal until the 1989 hymnal was released.

In 2003, a Historical Roadside Marker was erected near his boyhood home in Simpson County, Kentucky.

We can only imagine how God used one of Chisholm’s favorite scriptures, Lamentations 3:2223, to inspire this hymn. “It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness.”

How has the Lord been great in His faithfulness in your life?

Unexpected Blessings

by Norma C. Mezoe

Lee, my son-in-law, suffered four strokes before undergoing a heart transplant. The strokes caused brain damage as well as other problems.

Lee is now an invalid and spends his days in a recliner, sleeping or watching television. He needs a caregiver while my daughter, Cathy, works.

I spend two or three days each week staying with Lee. At times it has been rather frustrating because Lee has lost his temper and said things to me such as, “Go home!,” “I don’t like you!” and “Leave me alone!”

However, I realize that isn’t the real Lee speaking.

He would never say those things if it weren’t for the damage to his brain.

Recently, Lee surprised me with the following conversation: “Do you like me?” I replied, “Yes, Lee, I like you. Do you like me?”

Lee’s reply was, “Yes, I like you. You’re good to me.”

One day as I stood in line at a fast food place, it was obvious the cashier was a trainee. Her supervisor stood beside her, giving tips on how to do her job.

The cashier was slow and making mistakes as she rang up customer’s orders.

Then I noticed the responses from the customers waiting in line. “That’s okay,” I heard one man say “everyone has to start from the beginning.”

I picked up my food tray and sat at a booth close to where the cashier worked. Several times she apologized for mistakes, and each time the customers were encouraging in their replies.

By the time I left, the employee was learning how to relax and even to laugh as she did her work.

How different her first day on the job would have been if customers and her supervisor had not been understanding.

That was such an expected blessing, and I was so thankful for the gift of encouragement.

First Thessalonians 5:11 gives this instruction: “Therefore encourage one another and build each other up.” (NIV)

It only takes little time and effort to give this gift to others. A sincere compliment to tired cashiers about their pleasant attitudes can lift their weary spirits.

God will guide us to those who need an unexpected blessing and he will also give us the words and actions to bring it about.

We are all capable of giving smiles to those we come in contact with each day. Smiles are highly contagious, so why not spread them around?

First Rights – Standard, published 11/30/08 Reprint Rights – The Vision, published 3/22/09 Reprint Rights – Evangel, published 4/25/10

“I Will Not Be Afraid”

by Danny Daniels Reflection by Kathleen McCauley

This is a great praise song we sang in church this week. It’s got the right rhythm and lyrics of conviction, to make anyone believe they will ‘not be afraid’.

Regardless, that didn’t stop the tears from running down my face, as I knew I was filled with fear, as is my typical condition. At that very moment I had flashbacks of times past when I thought of modern day martyrs – and historical ones- who chose faith over fear.

These were people who only had to say “I don’t believe in Jesus or God” to spare their very lives. I know there have been many times in my life when I’d put myself in their spot, to imagine that I had the courage to choose the path of faith and not fear.

Then in a dramatic act, live out or die for my faith. I always thought I’d be victorious at those moments of trial. But I ask myself, “Why can’t I have the same conviction and belief in God when facing the little trials of life, conversely to the martyrdom variety? “ It occurred to me that in facing the common everyday persecutions or hurdles, I am not as steadfast to ward off the fear. Fear is so much a part of my DNA, it is like breathing to me – I can’t even recognize it resides in me.

Maybe it is when there is an actual threat to my life, I am firmly rooted in faith and dispel fears, yet when it is the little dying of my soul or heart I flounder more with fear, not faith, dominating the event.

The real lesson for me here is how to embrace my conviction and live by the title “I Will Not Be Afraid,” and defuse the power of fear, which can rob me of good living, as well as the opportunity to give praise and glory to God. In this reflection I find hope – because I know I have the faith, the likes of great martyrs. I just haven’t figured out how to tailor it to the death of ego, dreams, relationships, careers, health etc.

Once I can bring that all-encompassing trust over into my daily living, I could sing this song with a smile and a clap, because faith not fear would have won the day.

Ouch!

by Norma C. Mezoe

I glanced at my e-mails and discovered my favorite cousin had finally sent a mail. I opened the mail, expecting to read her latest news but I was disappointed when I saw she was only getting in touch because she needed me to do something for her.

I sat in my chair, thinking what I could say to let her know I was disappointed that instead of sending a reply to my previous message, she had instead sent a request for help.

But as I pondered the words I planned to send, it was as though the Lord said to me, “Now, you know how I feel sometimes. I wait for you to communicate with me but when you finally do, it’s only a request for help. I want to hear from you all of the time, not just when you have problems.”

“Ouch!” I said. That hurt. I guess I won’t be sending my cousin a mail after all.

Prayer: Guiding Father, please help me to keep in constant touch with you: To offer my praises, thanksgiving and love, and not to come to you only when I need help. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

First Rights – The Secret Place, published Fall 2015

First Job

by Nells Wasilewski As a young girl, my first job was with a department store in a small town. My job started two days after the final interview, and I could not wait to get started. I was pretty sure that I had everything under control. Seeking help from any of the available resources or seasoned employees wasn’t an option, as I was certain I already knew everything. After making some fairly large mistakes, it became apparent that perhaps I didn't know everything. I was making the same mistakes over and over again.

Finally, I sought advice from one of the older ladies, who took me under her wing. She was available to offer help when I needed it, and cheerfully shared information that made my job easier, more enjoyable and proficient.

A relationship with God works much the same way. If we don't seek Him and ask for help, we continue to make the same mistakes over and over. Hebrews 11:6 tells us that God rewards those who diligently seek Him. But when we think we can do everything on our own, things fall apart.

Through daily prayer, Bible study and involvement with fellow Christians, we keep Him close, and are reminded of how insufficient our efforts are without Him. Scripture tells us to draw near to Him and He will draw near to us. God does know everything.

Autumn Recipes: Beef Stroganoff from Jen Reviews Perhaps one of the best examples of true comfort food, beef stroganoff is often regarded as a dish that will have you sweating over a hot stove for hours on end.

However, this could not be further from the truth, and this simple recipe can be completed in less than two hours while your dinner guests will be sure that it has spent the entire day in a slow cooker.

With a short list of ingredients and simple preparation, this beef stroganoff makes for an excellent addition to your culinary arsenal.

This Russian dish features sautéed beef and mushrooms that are accompanied by a savory yet creamy sauce, all to be spooned over freshly cooked noodles. Whether you are looking to impress the guests at your next dinner party or simply wish to spend the night with family over a meal that everyone can enjoy, this dish is a perfect choice.

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2 lbs. top sirloin strip steak 1 diced onion 1 ½ cups sliced mushrooms 1 16 oz. package egg noodles ½ cup of white wine ½ cup sour cream

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2 cups beef broth 3 Tbsp. butter 2 Tbsp. all-purpose flour 1 minced clove of garlic Salt & pepper to taste Chopped parsley

Instructions 1. Cut the top sirloin strip steak into thin strips, making sure to trim any unwanted fat.

2. Coat the meat with enough flour to cover each piece evenly (about 1-2 Tbsp).

3. Heat a large skillet to medium-high and add the meat. Continue to flip the steak strips until the meat is evenly browned.

4. Remove the meat from the pan and add 3 Tbsp. butter. Once melted, add the onions and mushrooms and sauté for 3 minutes. Add the minced garlic clove and continue cooking for 1 additional minute.

5. Mix 1 Tbsp. of flour into the vegetables and add white wine to the pan to deglaze it. Scrape all of the burnt bits off of the bottom, and allow the wine to reduce by half (around 2 mins).

6. Return the meat to the pan and add the beef broth. Reduce the heat to low and let simmer for up to an hour.

7. Boil water in a large pot and cook the egg noodles until fully cooked. Strain and set aside.

8. Add a small amount of the beef mixture into a small bowl and mix in ½ cup of sour cream. Once the cream is brought up to temperature stir it into the skillet.

9. Serve the beef mushrooms and onions over a plate of noodles, garnish with chopped parsley and enjoy!

For complete, step-by-step directions for making this recipe, please visit Jen Reviews.

Recipe and image used by permission of Jen Reviews.

Thoughts on Aging: Keep Calm and Follow

by Susan Paulus The way my body aches and refuses to cooperate tells me that I am well past middle age. Five years ago, when I hit my latest birthday with a zero at the end, I knew that all of those commercials that cite warnings for the elderly are for me.

It can no longer be denied that in years, I am old.

Yet, I still hope that I am aging gracefully. I expect that others see and recognize all the bravery and wisdom that I carry along with the wrinkles and the hair that would be quite grey if left to its self.

I think that I am doing well; being brave; trying new things, being daring. There seem to be few bumps, the transitions are going as one would expect.

Then this vacation comes up, a trip from my small community of 2,000, only 20,000 in the whole county, into a city where it seems to me that 20,000 cars are moving at the speed of light down streets not built for cars at all.

Buried under the current layer of pavement are the cobblestones put there for a horse and buggy, but that doesn’t seem to keep speeds under control.

I am totally lost in a sea of hurried activity: people crossing in front of me, cars crammed where there isn’t enough room, horns blowing, at one point a man yelling ‘cause I am in his way.

On the verge of tears, I know that if I were younger, this wouldn’t happen. I can’t even go back to my granddaughter’s home, because I have no idea where I am, or where her home is.

The worst of it is that I‘m not supposed to be on these streets at all.

There is a bridge to be crossed – a bridge that is eight lanes of concrete over a river once crossed by George Washington – but I don’t follow directions.

I turn off the highway too soon, don’t even cross the bridge. What has happened to all this Godly bravery that I claim is mine; all the wisdom that I seem to hide from others or even from myself?

Following my human tendencies, I yell at God: “Look at me. I used to be brave; I wanted to continue to try new things.

Not now. Now I am lost, insecure, terrified. I have lost that oneness with You.” One wrong turn leads to a feeling of incessant loss, one miscalculation leads to seemingly unending chaos. Yet, all of my attention is on me. I’m not thinking of God at all. Is it any wonder I am lost and frightened?

Often I marvel at the connection between the physical and the spiritual. My inner being sees this connection in many parts of life. This time it is the vacation; it falls apart, for the moment, when I don’t follow direction.

As I focus, as I turn my attention to the One that I should listen to, when I shut out the rushed activity, the noise, the confusion, the terror and the insecurity then I can hear Him again.

He whispers, I have calmed enough to hear.

“Listen to me. I give direction. Cross the bridge that I put in front of you. When you bravely follow my lead, you and I will go forward. You, when I am given control, are aging well.”

Communication Bread

by Norma C. Mezoe A woman, in baking bread for a communion service, baked extra bread for her family. Her young daughter was enjoying a piece spread with apple butter when her father walked into the kitchen.

“Hey Dad, do you want some of this communication bread?” The child’s word may have been wrong, but wasn’t the meaning right on target?

In Luke 22:19 (NASB), we read that Christ took bread, gave thanks for it, broke it and passed it out to His disciples saying, “This is my body which is given for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” Wasn’t this communion bread truly communication bread? A way of conveying to His disciples the love Jesus possessed for each one.

As we join together in Christian fellowship around the Lord’s Table, may the bread we share become communication bread.

First rights – Free Spirit, published Nov/Dec 1989

Six Puzzlers from the Old Testament

by Norma C. Mezoe 1. What man had a conversation with a donkey? (Numbers 22:28) 2. David’s nephew, Jonathan, killed a giant from Gath. What was unusual about him?

- (1Chronicles 20:6) 3. How did Elisha make an ax head float? (2 Kings 6:5-6) 4. What happened to the rod belonging to Aaron, which proved Aaron was God’s chosen man?

(Numbers 17:1-8) 5. What was unusual about King Og’s bed? (Deuteronomy 3:11) 6. King David claimed another king’s crown as his own. How much did it weigh? (1 Chronicles 20:2)

Answers: 1. Balaam 2. He had six fingers on each hand and six toes on each foot.

3. By throwing a stick into the Jordon River 4. Overnight it produced buds, blossoms and ripe almonds. 5. Made of iron, it measured 13 ½’ long x 6’ wide. 6. 75 pounds

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Ruby Writing Team Sharon Patterson, retired educator, career military wife, and leader in women's ministry, has written inspirational encouragement in various forms from greeting cards to short stories, poetry, and Bible studies for over thirty years. She has authored three books, and is a contributing author for several of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books. She and her husband Garry live in Round Rock, Texas. They have three sons and five grandchildren.

Theresa Begin lives in Northern California, where she was born and raised. She is a Christian who loves her family and says, “I have been blessed with the world’s best parents!” She has three sisters and one brother, as well as 16 beautiful nieces and nephews who “mean the world to me!” She is “differently-abled,” and chooses not to allow her limitations to define her life. She loves to write and share her various projects on her blog, “Shoestring Elegance,” which came about as she discovered that living on a tight budget did not mean compromising on style. “Nothing is impossible with God.” Luke 1:37 NLT

Shara Bueler-Repka is enjoying life as a singer/songwriter/recording artist, freelance writer, and award-winning author. She and her husband, Bruce, live in their living quarters horse trailer and call “home” wherever their rig is parked. Their mailbase, however, is Hallettsville, Texas. She also loves riding/ministering with her husband and their horses (aka The Boys) in the backcountry and writing about God’s grace in the various adventures on the trail less-traveled. Join the fun and be encouraged on their website: www.ponyexpressministry.com and her blog: www.trailtails.blogspot.com, or come for a visit on Facebook.

Carol Peterson, Author

My mission as a writer is to educate, entertain and inspire–children, their teachers and parents, other writers, and readers of all genres. As a children’s writer I try to “Make Learning Fun” by helping busy teachers address curriculum accountability standards, and encouraging other writers to do the same. You can connect with Carol at her blog, Carol Peterson, Author Carol is a member of the Ruby Book Review Team.

Writer-speaker, Kathryn Ross is Pageant Wagon Publishing—igniting God’s Word and biblical principles as a vibrant light of literacy and learning in the life of your Christian family. Inspired by the stillness of birdsong, silent reflection, antiques, and teatime, she filters her love of history, classic literature, and the arts through God’s Word, to inform her words. Her passion to equip women and families in developing a Family Literacy Lifestyle produces readers and thinkers who can engage the world from a biblical worldview. In addition, she mentors authors as a book shepherd, assisting them in the development, editing, design, and production of the book God has called them to write.

Miss Kathy blogs and podcasts at www.thewritersreverie.com and www.pageantwagonpublishing.com.

Jehn Kubiak is a Biola University journalism graduate and current pastoral care and counseling major at the Talbot School of Theology. She is a San Diego native who enjoys distance swimming, coffee, dogs, and painting. She loves researching and writing about people, sports, activities, and more.

Norma C. Mezoe began writing after a crisis in her life. She has been a published writer for thirty years. Her writing has appeared in books, devotionals, take-home papers and magazines. She lives in the tiny town of Sandborn, Indiana where she is active in her church as clerk, teacher and bulletin maker. Contact at: normacm@tds.net

Lisa Radcliff is a writer, speaker, women's Bible study teacher, and a 35-year volunteer youth worker, residing in Pennsburg, PA. She is a wife, mom, and mommom who loves God's Word but also loves football, chocolate, shoes, and Maine.

Her hobbies include quilting, shopping, cooking, and raising Seeing Eye puppies.

You can reach her at lisajradcliff@gmail.com.

Nancy Frantel lives in Virginia, and is a published author of three history books, public speaker and researcher. Prior to becoming a writer she worked in corporate management. A “life interruption” injury in 2010 limited her ability to work as a writer. In 2017, she attended several Christian writing conferences, and felt led to start over in a different genre. Her goal is to write inspirational and encouraging stories based on her experiences, lessons learned by trusting God, and individuals He provides along the way.

From her home on Florida’s gulf coast, author and speaker Karon Phillips trusts her tagline in everything: "receiving grace, reflecting God." Her newest book, “I’m a 2 Rule Girl,” makes everything even more simple with only 2 rules: love God, love others (Study Guide and Resources included). Karon has written more than a dozen books, including her much-loved “woman’s guide” series that addresses readers’ common concerns of patience, imperfection and insecurity.

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Sharmelle Olson is a graphic artist and designer, photographer and poet. She loves to share her poems in the Ruby for Women community magazine. Shar is also an administrator for Ruby for Women Ministries and enjoys helping out around the community and making new friends there. She has been writing poetry and taking photographs since elementary school, and started doing graphic art and design work in the early 2000s. Shar has four children, two of whom are twins. Her first daughter is 22, her son is 16, and her twin daughters are 15.

Pat Jeanne Davis writes from her home in Philadelphia, Pa. She enjoys gardening, genealogy research and travelling with her husband. Her work appeared in Guideposts, The Lookout, Bible Advocate, Faith & Family, GRIT Magazine, Ruby For Women Magazine, A Woman Saved Online Magazine, Sasee Magazine, Woman Alive and Chicken Soup for the Soul books. She writes historical inspirational novels and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. Her debut WWII novel “When Valleys Bloom Again” releases in early 2019 with Elk Lake Publishing. Please visit her at www.patjeannedavis.com and sign up for her newsletter with updates and contests.

Donna Powell is a Christian wife and mother, and a Certified Interior Designer. After leaving a demanding career to take care of her father, Donna now spends most of her time blogging about home decor and renovating her mid-century modern home located in the hills of East Tennessee. Her blog can be found at www.modernonmonticello.com She has been married to Brian for 27 years, an Army veteran and Physician Assistant working in Neurosurgery. Donna and Brian have two grown children. When they aren't renovating their rental property or planning a future in flipping houses, they also take in abused and rescue animals and currently have four dogs, a cat, and a rabbit.

Joan Leotta has been playing with words since childhood. She is a poet, essayist, journalist, playwright, and author of several books both fiction and non-fiction for children and adults. She is also a performer and gives one-woman shows on historic figures and spoken word folklore shows as well as teaching writing and storytelling.

Joan lives in Calabash, NC where she walks the beach with husband, Joe. www.joanleotta.wordpress.com and https://www.facebook.com/pages/Joan-Leotta-Authorand-Story-Performer/188479350973

Susan Paulus: My writing began as a prayer for some sanity in my life when I was raising children, sharing life with a husband who often didn't understand me and working a full time job. That was many years ago, and I have recently been searching for a way to have some work published. For two years i wrote for a small NWO publication called Living Today. It was rewarding to know that others might be blessed by what was written. I pray that continues through the ministry RUBY magazine.

Cindy Evans is a published poet living in the greater Atlanta area. When she's not writing, you may find her a faith-based movie with her husband, making trail mix or serving at the local Christian hospice.

Rejetta Morse enjoys writing poetry so she can write about God and how He speaks through nature. Writing poetry is a new found purpose and hobby she discovered over recent years which brings her joy, peace, and encouragement. She also enjoys reading poetry and is working to learn more about the craft of poetry. She spends her free time singing with her church choir and listening to gospel music, watching biographical movies, and encouraging other people.

Diana Leagh Matthews writes, speaks and sings to bring glory to God.

She has been published in numerous anthologies, including many Moments books. In her day job, Leagh is a Nationally Certified Activities Director for a busy nursing facility. She takes great joy in family, friends and soaking in the beautiful wonders and promises of God. Leagh blogs about her faith and struggles on her website www.DianaLeaghMatthews.com and family history at www.ALookThruTime.com

Kathleen McCauley has been an active retreat leader for over 25 years.

She received her professional training as a Campus Minister and retreat leader at the University of Dayton. Kathleen enjoys working with adults in their cultivation of spirituality and personal growth. Prior to her work as a Career Counselor at Neumann University, Kathleen served as a Resident Minister for eight years at St. Joseph’s University and seven additional years giving retreats for local churches and community groups. You can contact Kathleen to learn more about her retreat work at kathleenmccauley1@msn.com

Nells Wasilewski lives in a small southern town, seventy miles southeast of Nashville, Tennessee. After retiring, she began pursuing her lifelong dream of writing.

Her writing has been greatly influenced by her faith in Jesus Christ, personal, experience and nature. She has been writing poems, prose and stories all her life.

Nells has recently started writing devotionals. Her work has appeared in Haiku Journal, Barefoot Review, Three Line Poetry, Poetry Quarterly, 50 Haikus, Dual Coast Magazine, High Coupe Journal, Ancient Paths, Tanka Journal, Hedgerow and Penned from the Heart https://nellswasilewski.blogspot.com

Nina Newton, Sr. Editor:

When my four older children were in school, I returned to college as a “non-traditional student.” Eventually, I earned degrees in Classics and Philosophy, and a graduate degree in Medieval Studies: History of Theology. After teaching at a small community college in Michigan for seven years, my husband and I were blessed with the adoption of our two beautiful daughters, Gracie and Annie. We live in northern Indiana in a small farming community where I work on RUBY magazine in my home office. I have worked for several years offering my handmade and refashioned garments and accessories in a local boutique under the creative name of “Vintage Mama’s Cottage.” My personal blog is at www.vintagemamascottage.com

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