Saturday, January 24, 2015

9 Songs for Morning Devotion



Music is powerful.

I think there is is something built into us as human beings with a deep sensitivity to it, or maybe it's a vulnerability, because it has the capability to make us feel. How much more emotional does a scene in a movie feel when there is a certain type of music playing? Would it just look awkward if there weren't music there to accompany it, to indicate to you what kind of response you're supposed to have to the scene playing out?

Sweet, slow melodies make things romantic. 
Drums get you excited or make things suspenseful. 
And solitary piano notes make you feel sad.

Personally, I believe there will be background music in Heaven. That's something life is missing here on earth: music to accompany every emotion and circumstance of daily life. How much less confusing it would be! Maybe we'd actually know what is going on with each other that way, instead of having to read their minds and make dangerous mistakes... :P

Anyway, music is a gift. We use it to express many things; it's an outlet for the heart. 
And since music is powerful, words that accompany music are powerful. (Well, words in general are just powerful!) It all has a very deep effect on us. Words stick with you, and so do tunes. Combined with each other, and pouring into your ears everyday, they make a difference. 

Positive or Negative.

Music affects your mood.
Music can change your perspective.
Music gradually influences your entire life.

I want to start my day off with good music to adjust my focus in the morning, as soon as I wake up. Today I finally put together a morning playlist. Nine songs (a 35 minute-long playlist) that are basically a devotional. The words are true and godly, and the melodies are happy and upbeat. These are some of my favorite songs.

Being able to listen to these while I do my morning routine should be a great kick-starter to the day, and I encourage anyone who wants to go ahead and steal the plan. 



  • Good Morning - Mandisa
  • From The Day - I Am They
  • Beautiful - Dan Bremnes
  • Good To Be Alive - Jason Gray
  • Lifesong - Casting Crowns 
  • Lift My Life Up - Unspoken
  • Closer To Your Heart - Natalie Grant
  • Greater - MercyMe
  • Architecture - Jonathan Thulin 


  • Good Morning gets you out of bed dancing, and Architecture leaves you with a clear and inspired perspective on your value and potential in God's sight, and ready to follow His design for your growth. 

    Now I'm ready to live this day with Joy and Thanksgiving! 

    God is Greater



    I want to Live. 
    Everyday.

    Life is beautiful and overflowing with blessings and mercies,  e v e r y  s i n g l e  d a y .

    Sometimes I fool myself into thinking I have a right to be depressed or anxious. 

    Truth is, I don't. 
    And I'm being lied to, because the only person in the world who says it is acceptable to forget why I'm really here on this earth, that I am overwhelmingly blessed, and relentlessly Loved, is the person who created those lies in the first place, and he doesn't belong in my head. 

    Actually, he's already been conquered, crushed, and is just waiting to be imprisoned forever. 

    He has no power!! Only the power I give him over me. Only the listening ear I lend. 

    I love the lyrics to this song:

    There'll be days I lose the battle,
    Grace says that it doesn't matter
    'Cause the Cross already won the war...

    ...I hear a voice and He calls me redeemed
    When others say I'll ever be enough.
    And Greater is the One living inside of me
    Than he who is living in the world. 

    The One who DOES hold power has already won every single inch of the War in this world, and He has promised so, so, so many times that nothing will separate me from Him. He loves me beyond reason, and He will never fail to pick me up and receive me again when I fall. 

    That makes me want to cry. 


    I am becoming so aware of the need for positivity and optimism to saturate my daily attitude.

    Sometimes I find myself a little reluctant to say the happy, positive thing in the face of a situation, because I wonder if I must look like an idiot to those observing. And who wants to look like that. 

    But you don't have to be naive to be optimistic. 

    I'll say that again: Being positive and optimistic does not make you naive. 

    And don't worry about how people will see you. Don't be vain and worry about your image. Have faith! Be positive! Because it is Right, no matter how foolish it looks to the world. 

    Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy- think about such things. 

    Nothing there includes unforgiveness, or fear, or anxiety! Paul encourages us not to even let that stuff dwell in our minds. Certainly, it comes into our lives. But I think we are supposed to pray about how to deal with it, act in a godly way, and then put it behind us. Let what you meditate on be pure. 

    Bitterness, I want to avoid you with every fiber of my being my entire life! God, protect me.

    Some days I go through Pinterest looking for quotes and verses to write on my bedroom wall. And then later I feel a little bit of guilt and go back to remove some, because I know I did something wrong: see, sometimes you post something that seems like a sensible quote, but you know in your own heart that you pinned it with an underlying meaning in your mind. 

    For example, if the quote is "If you didn't see it with your own eyes or hear it with your own ears, don't invent it with your small mind and spread it with your big mouth." That's sound advice... But I have to be honest with myself that I read it and pinned it with a twinge of anger at someone I might feel did such a thing. 

    And is it passing wisdom on to me when I read it? No, it's reminding me of that angry thought. It's defeating the purpose it was intended for. Delete it and make better choices. Store up things that are positive and healthy and inspiring. 


    It's just that there is a constant war going on in my head, a war for my heart. 

    Who will I give in to? Whose banner do I fly? Which troops am I supporting daily? Am I a spectator, watching and feeling the fight inside... and though I know Who is victorious, tending to focus more on the enemy with a dismal admiration at how well he seems to be doing in pulling down everything around me that is good?

    Wake up, Girl! Remember, that War is already won! The Lord won it. And when I feel like the war is going on inside me again, it isn't because God let go of me- it's because I let something ungodly in. The Holy Spirit is fighting it, and I have control over the battle. It's my play now, and if I know He won, I should act like it. 

    The enemy's greatest power over me sometimes is preying on my forgetfulness:

    If I close my eyes and think that I'm blind, and go about with them closed the rest of my life, then I may not really be blind, but I am living like I am, and I'm no better off than if I really were. 

    If we forget God is bigger than anything, and treat everything like it is bigger than God, then we will live with the same misery and hopelessness that would abound if that were true. 

    We get to choose. I get to choose. 

    Yes, and when I wake up, every morning I need to prepare my mind and heart with the armor of God in the quiet and stillness. These hours are for me to rise, rejoice, and feed that hungry soul with truth and peace. Focusing on building that pure heart and renewing that right mind within me under His careful hand, and thus starving those seeds of harm. 

    I'm turning eighteen years old in four days. 

    All of a sudden.

    And I remember looking toward that day "only twenty-two more months to go..." like it was last week, and now it has just gotten here, oh so swiftly. 

    I haven't been wishing time away- I never wanted to live the months like that- I wanted to learn and prepare for what life was bringing. And it has paid off every single day. Even when I didn't have the right perspective one day to notice, it was still paying off with blessing after blessing and new knowledge learned and new experiences grasped. 

    How beautiful it is that even the seemingly worst circumstances have proven to be the biggest opportunities to grow. 

    I wasn't ready for this twenty-two months ago.
    I wasn't ready for this four months ago.
    I think am ready now.
    I certainly don't feel like it some days, but I'll take it as it comes, and not fight that Bigger plan. He knows better than I do. 

    My life is about to be filled with more responsibility and more opportunity than I ever dreamed possible. This year is going to be crazy. 

    From getting my drivers' licence, to graduating, to figuring out my plan about college, to finding employment... to taking my best friend's hand and starting the steps on a precious and purposeful new adventure... this whole journey is one I want to Live.

    With gratitude,
    With enthusiasm,
    With humility,
    With wholeness,
    With patience,
    With peace,
    With grace.

    I want to Live life to the fullest, and I mean God's fullest. He makes each of us with so much potential to be His messengers, to be His light. And I don't want to stand in the way of that! I want to be surrendered and malleable, I want no dark roots of anything ungodly keeping Him from any corner of my heart. 

    And the days where I feel like a miserable failure, I need to remember that He doesn't see that when He looks at me. 
    I mustn't believe the lie. 

    There is so much growth for me to go through as a daughter of Christ. I want to seize His hands with both of mine and get started- again! Sometimes I have to start all over with the very basics, just because it is ridiculous how easy it is to forget something so obvious and let doubt worm its way in.

    Oh... how did I forget that I'm not supposed to be afraid? He says 365 times in the Bible not to be...
    Sigh... human. Delightfully human, and lost without Him. 

    Life is an ocean with endless waves of good and bad, and I need to learn to view it all with His eyes and act as Christ would. Walk on the water, keep my eyes above the waves. 

    My God says that I am made whole. So I will banish all thoughts of brokenness.
    My God says that I am forgiven. So I will put to death all feelings of self-degradation.
    My God holds out a hand to hold, arms to fall into, and speaks words for me to heed and have carved on my heart. 

    I am given all I need, every day, beyond measure.

    Bless the Lord, O my soul!

    I am learning to run freely,
    Understand just how He sees me,
    And it makes me love Him more and more. 

    -- Greater by MercyMe




    Wednesday, January 7, 2015

    For the Love of Winter



    It is so easy to complain about Winter... the darkness and cold press in and keep us indoors, feeling like we've been cooped up for so long. When will Spring come!
    Well, with still a few months of chilly weather to go, let's make the best of it. :)
    So here is my personal list of things I love about Winter- you know- those little magical moments and moods that you can't get any other time of the year. 

    Feel free to contribute, and let's love Winter together. 

    ❄ ❄ 

    Thick tendrils of lazy wood smoke drifting up into a gray sky...

    The ruckus of crows and a swarm of their ruffled jet-black feathers as they congregate 
    in the bare branches of a gnarled tree, scanning a snowy field... 

    A spontaneous trudge through the drifts after a snowstorm,
    Wandering, wading, breath puffing, seeing the world 
    has changed coats in the mere course of a day.

    Mittens, scarves, fuzzy socks and flannel shirts...

    Staring up at falling flakes in the dark as they flurry about you, and feeling 
    like you're racing through a star-field in outer space...  

    Peering through warmly lit windows from 
    the outside.

    Frostbitten stars gleaming in a cold, clear empyrean...

    Snowflakes gathered in piles on a windowpane from the outside...

    Finding Jack Frost's intricately frozen artwork 
    on a frigid glass tapestry in the morning.

    That sharp breath of unexpectedly peppery winter air that zings through your lungs...

    Cheerful tiny sparrows frolicking in snowy branches as morning sun rises...

    ...Frosty whiskers on the cows and their steamy 
    breath while coming inside to milk.

    Gorgeous, vivid sunrises that not only grace the horizon, but envelope the entire sky.

    Cold wooden floor boards under my feet in the morning, 
    soothed by slippers...

    Daddy's boot prints in the snow, imprinted with smaller feet that had to jump to fill his strides.


    Hot tea steaming in the air...

    Twinkling soft Christmas lights...

    Trips to Grandma's house.

    Finding little rabbit or mouse trails in the drifts, 
    and wondering what they were busy with this morning...

    Candle scents of pine, cinnamon, nutmeg, and sugar cookies...

    Being tucked into a cozy bed at night and hearing distant snowmobilers, and being all the more grateful for my current state of warmth...

    Feeling the wind moan in the walls and knowing I'm safe from harm. 

    Practicing my handwriting on the foggy window-glass. 

    The first snow...

    ...the smile I get with the thought of someone that first snow brings to mind. 

    Hot cocoa topped with whipped cream or melted marshmallows, 
    and sprinkled with peppermint candy dust... 
    in my favorite mug. 

    Hot soup and warm, buttered bread.

    Unexpected, welcome visitors. 

    The satisfaction looking at a large pile of split, stacked wood. 

    When the trees are encased in ice and the sun glitters through the prisms. 

    Glorious sunsets that dance in the clouds- streams of light, color, and majesty. 






      

    Thursday, December 11, 2014

    For the Birds ❄ Christmas Treat


    Ingredients: 

    2 cups beef fat
    6 tablespoons birdseed
    4 tablespoons dried cranberries 


    One morning, after I had had barbecue short ribs in the slow-cooker the previous evening, I took the pot out of the refrigerator to whip up a treat for the birdies. ;) 
    All that good fat rises to the top up the broth and solidifies in the cold, so it's easy to scoop off and put to good use. 

    It actually looks really appealing... like soft soap. 


     


    To make it easier to use, you'll want to put the fat into the microwave for about 30 seconds, just until it's softened and a little liquid has pooled on the bottom like here....



    ( The kitchen smelled like barbecue while I did this, and the two spoiled kittens we have running around the house thought I was making something for them. They planted themselves in front of the microwave and mewed their little noses off. )







    Now mash it all together with a fork...



    We had a bag of premixed seed for wild birds such as sunflower seeds, cracked corn, and white millet. You can select whichever seed your bird-feeder frequenters tend to prefer.

    I threw in some dried cranberries, too. It's Christmas... I can share...







    ~~Mix it all up~~

    Line a baking sheet with wax paper and select your cookie cutters.


    Carefully distribute your mix, and use a toothpick to guide the "batter" into all of those little nooks and corners to get the full shape in your finished product. 


     Now you can either slip it into the freezer, or set them outside to chill. 



    I thought I would be clever and put a toothpick in each one so that when they were hard I could slip a ribbon through them to be hung up. That didn't work for me. 
    The holes were too small and the toothpicks were too firmly stuck inside for me to remove them without breaking the hardened suet. 
    I didn't want them to thaw any, either, or they could get ruined. So I ended up breaking them off and just tying ribbon around the middle of each. So the molds with pointy little edges like those leaves are the best to use. 

       






    The giant rose bush is where all of those little finches and sparrows hide out on these wintry days. So that's where this suet gets hung.  

    The Lord even cares for the sparrows.
    So I say that Merry Christmas is for the birds, as well as us. :) 


    Tuesday, August 5, 2014

    Herbs & Jars ♥


    It has just been a fun, mad dash to harvest and dry herbs around here before they begin to go to seed. I've been researching in the middle of projects and cluttering my bedroom floor with crispy leaves and scrapbook paper. Kind of a rushed way to learn things about each herb, but there will be time. For now, I have simply been looking for the right methods for each plant to be dried. They all take different lengths of time and some need special attention before they're ready... 


    About a week ago, I rigged up this little line from the rung of a ladder to the spindle of a chair in one corner. Pinned in experimental clumps were lemon balm, cinnamon basil, globe basil, sage, chives, parsley, catnip, and oregano- respectively. I knew those mini clothes pins I picked up at Hobby Lobby would come in handy. 



    My room is the coldest in the winter, and the hottest in the summer. It's ideal for hanging herbs, and with the window open or the fan going, the air-flow is great. 


    Lemon balm has been decidedly the fastest drying of all. It has been ready within three days, followed closely by catnip, actually. The slowest is definitely parsley along with oregano. 


    Time to prepare some containers for these herbs once they are dried! This is the fun part. :D


    Before


    After


    Yesterday, while the milk tank washed, I ran up to the weedy side-hill by the barn and collected wild yarrow flowers to add to this mix of drying vegetation. Just in time, too. We got quite a rain storm! I intend to do a lot of looking into of its use as a fever reducer.



    And the day before, I picked a swathe of spearmint. It's been growing wild along the creek banks both at the barn and by the pond ever since I can remember. I sort of associate the scent with frogs now, due to my childhood romps through the mud with siblings on amphibian-catching adventures. 



    The spearmint was dry within two days. 
    At present, I've moved dill, sage, lemon balm, catnip, spearmint, and some basil to their individual jars. 




    The aroma in my room was really strange. Plants that were half way between living and dead, strong odors and sweet scents all blended together (plus remember the frog-related smell)... it was a different atmosphere. XD


    Sage came out so nicely. It's a different look from most of the other leaves...


    Globe basil can probably be allowed to grow a bit bigger before I pick more. Its size certainly doesn't lessen its strong smell, though! 



    I had an eager little helper. ;)





    While processing the catnip, I had my cat Emily mosey on over. She inhaled my fingers with deep interest and affection. :P


    And lastly, cinnamon basil. Very pretty purple flowers... the odd thing about it is that it tastes like anise. I've been calling it my licorice basil.


     Ahhh... everything is coming together.
    On the subject of gardening, the snapdragons in the barn garden are so glorious, and new color shades and combinations develop each year. My favorite summer-autumn flower. ^_^



    I asked God to bless the garden as the dirt was worked, the seeds panted, and the weeds pulled. Throughout the obstacles of torrential rain storms that should have washed the seeds away, thieving bunnies, and swarming slugs, it truly has survived all odds. Everything prospers and I am so happy.
    And look! I attempted rosemary twice, both times with failure. And now a tiny sprig has appeared nowhere near where I planted it. Mysterious ways. ;)

     Thank You, Father. 













    Sunday, August 3, 2014

    Homemade Deodorant


    Well, I wanted a deodorant that was dry and aluminum-free. 
    I've always juggled between Arm & Hammer (which contained aluminum) and Tom's (which was wet, and I didn't care for so much). But I figured out this recipe, and had great results. 



    Ingredients:

    1/4 cup baking soda
    1/4 cup corn starch
    4 tablespoons coconut oil
    10 drops lemongrass essential oil
    (Or another scent!)

    Mix well in a bowl, making sure to crush all lumps out of the corn starch and baking soda. The result of this recipe will fill two deodorant containers, so you'll need to have a couple of empty ones on hand, or else you can store it in a container and apply by other means. For best results, store in a cool place or a refrigerator. As in the toothpaste, coconut oil softens quickly in warm conditions. 

    When I first found the guideline recipe online, it called for 6 tablespoons of coconut oil... but as I was adding it, I stopped at 4, because 6 was promising to make it soupy. I stored it in the fridge while my family went to church, and when I came back it was perfect. Now it's been in my warm room for a few hours and is at a very soft consistency, but not runny.  So I say 4 tablespoons is ideal, or even less if you prefer. 

    And guess what? It smells great and works just as well as the Arm & Hammer I preferred did. But now I know it's safe. :D