tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56776411396554795772024-03-12T22:51:23.603-05:00Text-to-HeartMrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-72994292716790731092016-01-15T14:16:00.001-06:002016-01-15T14:16:25.025-06:00Compassion<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Something's been getting under my skin
for the past few months. It's the attitude that if you just do things
the “right” way, nothing will ever go wrong for you. For example,
on a podcast about natural birth, the host said that if she hadn't
been born by cesarean section, then maybe her children would not have
had digestive issues. Now isn't that silly? As if a natural birth
could prevent any type of medical problem. But that's how many people
think. They believe if you take the right kind of vitamins then you
won't get sick. Or if you eat organic food then you'll lose weight.
So when something does go wrong, then obviously it's your fault
because you didn't take the proper steps to prevent it.</div>
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What gives? Should we assign a cause to
every misfortune? The list of culprits is endless: genetics, diet,
bad habits, lack of medical care, poor planning, and so on. Of
course, there are reasons for bad things happening, still I don't
think that assigning blame is that easy.</div>
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During the time humans have lived in
this world, how often has someone sailed through life as a “golden
child” with no problems? We'd have to be kidding ourselves to think
that it has EVER happened. There is no golden child. We all have
problems. I'm going to get sick. You're going to get sick. I'm going
to struggle with my character flaws. You're going to have conflict in
your family. I'm going to lose a job or have financial woes. You're
going to have a car break down at an inopportune moment. This is
life.</div>
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We've got to stop blaming each other (I
think we all know who the real bad guy is, old Satan), and start
really caring about each other. Assigning blame is one way we justify
opting out of our responsibility to help each other. For example, if
I believe that Tommy's heart attack is the result of his terrible
diet, then perhaps he deserves his hospital stay, and I don't feel
the need to visit him or take a meal to his family. But this is a
wrong attitude.</div>
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Blame is a compassion-killer. It's hard
to put yourself in the other person's shoes when you're thinking “If
they hadn't done X, then Y wouldn't have happened to them. It's also
a way to self-protect, because we also think, “I don't do X, so Y
can't happen to me.” And we minimize and marginalize other people's
pain.</div>
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Remember Jesus' story of the man who
was robbed on the highway? Two very fine and upstanding citizens both
passed the man by. Perhaps they were thinking that in some way the
man deserved to die. Maybe he didn't take the proper precautions
against thieves. But the Samaritan man was different. He had
compassion. He stopped, bandaged the man's wounds, and took him to a
safe place. I don't want to pass people by while thinking that their
situation is all their own fault. I want to be more like the
Samaritan. I want to have compassion.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-18488549090113358322015-11-01T00:16:00.001-05:002015-11-01T00:16:11.018-05:00Facebook, You Are Being DifficultFacebook has become difficult. Now I don't want you to think I'm whining and blaming Facebook, because I realize it is a free service and I am under no obligation to even visit it. But we all know that Facebook is like bad Halloween candy. We don't really like it, but we mindlessly snarf it down because we're bored. But I digress; I was talking about the difficulty.<br />
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What's difficult about Facebook? I mean, don't I just scroll through and read things like, "Look at what I ate for dinner!" and "See my hot new boyfriend?" Well, sure. I do that. But there's more.<br />
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For starters, now Facebook has an option where people can add me to a group unbeknownst to me. I don't get added to cool groups, no, I get added to groups that try to sell me things. These groups claim to be "parties." Now, I've been to some lame parties, and I've even been to some lame parties where people tried to sell me things, but these groups are nothing like parties. If there was food, I would probably play along, but there's not even a cheese puff. The party consists of chatting with a representative for press-on lip gloss, and allowing her to clutter up my news feed for days.<br />
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What else is difficult about Facebook? The shared photos with slogans about vaccinations, child car seats, and 9 fashion mistakes to avoid. These make me grumpy because they're only there for shock value. There's no real conversation, no exchange of ideas. Nowhere do I see anyone saying, "That's a really good point. You've given me something to think about." It's more like, "You're an imbecile for the way you think, act, and believe!" And yes, I realize the internet is chock full of strangers calling my ideas idiotic, but these are my friends! I have two choices, ignore the bait, or respond and throw cold water on a perfectly good friendship.<br />
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Is that all? Oh, no, that's not all. Another difficulty is the emotional bruising I get when I read my news feed. Here's my internal conversation: "Who's that with Susan? That's not her husband! Did they get a divorce?" (Quickly check profile page.) "Hmm, guess they did. How sad. Oh, here's Lucy with another pitiful lonely status. Either she has no self-confidence or her boyfriend's a jerk! Here's a prayer request from Amber. Oh, how terrible! I can't believe so many bad things happened to her. Yikes! Who's that? Oh, it's a kid with cancer. I don't know him, but I feel bad him anyway." Sure, I might have encountered all this emotionally wrenching information without Facebook, but probably not all of it at once and not in so much detail. It's definitely a problem for a softie like me.<br />
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So why don't I quit Facebook? I could quit cold turkey! I could put the elephant in the room out of the room. Why don't I? Well, I might miss something.<br />
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<img class="mainImage" data-bm="73" height="153" src="http://www.tecnologiabit.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/facebook-logo-nuevo.png" width="200" />Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-67018165242445809182015-07-18T14:09:00.000-05:002015-07-18T14:10:00.878-05:00A Baby Changes Everything - Even My HeartI would love to update my blog more, and I would if I could type one-handed. You know, a baby changes everything.<br />
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Outwardly, the changes are apparent. My body has changed, my schedule has changed, my eating habits have changed, and my internet searches have changed.<br />
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But inwardly, I think the changes have been even more drastic. Let's talk about life before baby. My plan was to birth him at home, where I would joyfully bring him into the world in a birthing pool, after which he would sweetly nurse, and life would be as awesome as chocolate cream pie. I had (negative) opinions about hospital births, formula, and pretty much anything else that I wasn't planning to do. Pretty much, I was a jerk.<br />
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After a smooth pregnancy, I found birth to be drastically different than I had anticipated. My labor was slow, painful, and persistent. However, after three days of labor, my baby still had not made his appearance, and my midwives sent me to the hospital.<br />
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In pain, exhausted, and tense, I opted for several medical interventions. First, I had an epidural, and it felt amazing to be relieved from the painful contractions! I needed fluids, and of course a pitocin drip to help speed things along. My baby was born in a few short hours, not the way I previously wanted, but the way that I chose based on my situation.<br />
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Nursing also started off badly from the beginning. My baby was unable to transfer milk. I pumped and spoon fed him colostrum in the hospital. The next few weeks were a blur of marathon nursing sessions, nipple shields, tongue and lip tie revision, pumping, supplemental nursing systems, suck training, bottles, and frustration! He was not gaining weight well, and both of us were unhappy with nursing.<br />
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We "nursed" for three months. And I put nursing in quotes because I supplemented almost the whole time using an SNS or bottles. One day I watched how quickly and how well he drank milk from a bottle, and how satisfied he was afterward. Then, tearfully, I decided that nursing was just not right for us, and I switched to pumping and bottle-feeding. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was what seemed right for our situation.<br />
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Through this journey I have chosen many things that I would previously have rejected outright. I have chosen to do things that I told myself I would never do. I have chosen things that I looked down on others for choosing. I have chosen things that I thought were ridiculous. And even those things that I did not choose to do, I was brought to the point where I understood why a reasonable parent would choose to do it.<br />
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And so I have changed inwardly. So much inside that was critical and judgmental was chopped away, and replaced with empathy and understanding. I won't say that my pride has been destroyed; I know myself too well for that, but I will say that my pride took a big hit. And it has been so GOOD for me.<br />
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I was discussing all of this with my sister recently. I said, "I think I have had so many problems with my baby because I'm a big jerk." She answered, "I don't believe that God makes bad things happen to people to punish them." I replied, "I agree! I don't think he was punishing me for being a big jerk. I think he was teaching me to be different. It wasn't a punishment; it was a lesson."<br />
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A baby does indeed change everything. In my case, it changed me for the better.<br />
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He's only five months old. I'm sure there are more lessons to come.Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-52857404420037559452014-12-07T13:52:00.000-06:002014-12-07T13:52:36.456-06:00Allergen-Free Slow Cooker Turkey and Quinoa MeatloafPosting my recipes on my blog has become really handy. Last week, my husband was able to cook one of my recipes by looking it up on my blog while I was at work. I do intend to print these out, but it's one of those things I haven't gotten around to.<br />
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I am planning to print several recipes for my family and friends before I go into labor with this baby. I doubt I will be able to cook for a while after he's born, and I would like to be fed. For a person with a normal diet, this probably wouldn't be a big deal, but for a person like me with several food intolerances, it's going to help to be able to give exact instructions.<br />
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My last big success in the kitchen has been this winner, Turkey and Quinoa meatloaf. (You can find the original recipe on Allrecipes.com by clicking <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Turkey-and-Quinoa-Meatloaf/" target="_blank">here</a>.) Both my husband and I really like this meatloaf. There are never any leftovers when I cook it. Normally I would make meatloaf with ground beef and oatmeal, but I think this recipe is superior in taste to even that!<br />
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Of course I adapted the recipe. First of all, I needed it to be non-allergenic. Secondly, I wanted to cook it in the slow cooker because I don't have a working oven. What follows is my adaptation.<br />
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<b>Allergen-Free Slow Cooker Turkey and Quinoa Meatloaf</b><br />
(gluten-free, soy-free, corn-free, dairy-free, egg-free, nut-free)<b> </b><br />
adapted from <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Turkey-and-Quinoa-Meatloaf/" target="_blank">original recipe</a> by Drew on Allrecipes.com<br />
This makes about 5 servings, so if you have more than two people in your family, you should probably double the recipe.<br />
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Ingredients<br />
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<li>1 lb. ground turkey (I buy the frozen meat from ALDI and thaw it.)</li>
<li>1/4 c. quinoa</li>
<li>1/2 c. water</li>
<li>1 tsp. oil (I use canola.)</li>
<li>1 small onion, chopped</li>
<li>1 large clove garlic, chopped (I use 1 tbs. of pre-chopped, canned garlic.)</li>
<li>1 tbsp. tomato paste, 1 tbsp. ketchup, or 1/4 can of diced tomatoes (14.5 oz. can) (I have used both the ketchup and the diced tomatoes successfully. I never have tomato paste on hand.)</li>
<li>1 tbsp. hot pepper sauce</li>
<li>1 tsp. smoke flavoring (the original recipe calls for 2 tbsp. Worcestershire sauce, but I substitute smoke flavoring because it has no allergens.)</li>
<li>1 tbsp. ground flax seed (can use 1 egg if you aren't allergic)</li>
<li>1 1/2 tsp. salt</li>
<li>1 tsp. black pepper</li>
<li>(optional) 2 tbsp. brown sugar (I misread the recipe and put this in the meatloaf instead of the sauce once. I thought it was better that way. It made the meatloaf sweeter.)</li>
<li>Ingredients for the sauce topping are listed on the original recipe. I have never made the sauce because I cook this in the slow cooker. I tend to eat the meatloaf plain or use ketchup. Since I can't vouch for the sauce, I'm not going to post it here.</li>
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Directions<br />
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<li>Cook the quinoa in the water on the stovetop. Bring to a boil, cover, and simmer until the quinoa is cooked, about 15-20 minutes. Allow to cool.</li>
<li>Using the oil, saute the chopped onion until it is translucent. Add the garlic during the last minute of cooking. This should take about 5 minutes. Allow to cool.</li>
<li>In a large bowl, mix the quinoa, onions, garlic, turkey, and remaining ingredients.</li>
<li>Place the mixture on a piece of aluminum foil, and shape it into a loaf. Wrap the aluminum foil around the loaf. Poke several small holes in the bottom of the foil for drainage.</li>
<li>Place a heatproof bowl or bowls into the bottom of your slow cooker. Put the wrapped loaf on top of the bowls. This will allow your meatloaf to bake while the juices can drain out.</li>
<li>Bake on high for 3-4 hours. I've never cooked it on low, but it could probably be done in 6-7 hours. Check with a meat thermometer for a temperature of 165 degrees F for doneness.</li>
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Another time-saving tip for this meal is to cook your veggies in the slow cooker with your meatloaf. I have room in my slow cooker to wrap up some veggies in foil and stick them in there with the meatloaf. I've used both green beans and frozen California mix veggies. Just place on foil, add salt, pepper, and any other spice you want (I use Italian), spray with a squirt of (allergen-free) cooking spray, and wrap it up. Make sure you poke a few holes in the bottom for drainage.<br />
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Yum! I wish I had some right now!Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-58440450120832342952014-10-05T21:16:00.001-05:002014-10-05T21:17:32.142-05:00Allergen-Free Chicken and DumplingsI have been cooking a lot lately, due to my allergies and intolerances. I have to cook from scratch because it's difficult to find pre-made products that don't include one of my trigger foods. I also spend a lot of time searching for allergen-free recipes online. It's easy to find gluten-free recipes; not so easy to find recipes that are also egg-free, dairy-free, soy-free, and corn-free. Good thing I'm skilled in recipe adaptation.<br />
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I was craving chicken and dumplings this week, and though I searched several web sites, I could not find a recipe that worked for me. Not to be defeated, I frankensteined one together from several different recipes. Amazingly, it turned out to be super delicious! My husband, who has no allergies, thought they were great as well. So, in case someone else like me is frantically searching online for an allergen-free chicken and dumpling recipe, I thought I'd post mine.<br />
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This is what they call "southern-style" chicken and dumplings, where the dumplings are more like noodles than biscuits. I didn't know it was southern-style, to be honest, I thought it was the only way to make them until I started looking up recipes. These dumplings will be fairly soft and doughy. I like them that way, but if you don't, you may want to try something different. I wish I had a photo, but we already ate these dumplings up!<br />
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Allergen-free Chicken and Dumplings<br />
(gluten-free, soy-free, dairy-free, egg-free, corn-free, nut-free) <br />
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Ingredients:<br />
2 chicken leg quarters or equivalent bone-in chicken<br />
1/2 c. chopped mushrooms<br />
1/4 c. chopped onions<br />
1 tsp. salt or salt to taste<br />
1 tsp. parsley<br />
1 tsp. thyme<br />
1 tsp. ground pepper or pepper to taste<br />
1 1/2 c. gluten-free Bisquick*<br />
1/3 c. coconut oil<br />
about 1 c. water<br />
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Instructions:<br />
1. Boil chicken in enough water to cover. Add salt to broth while cooking. This should take about 30 minutes. Chicken is done when it's fork tender and no longer pink inside. Remove chicken and allow to cool.<br />
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2. Add mushrooms, onions, pepper, parsley, and thyme to broth. Keep boiling on low heat. Cover pot. You probably want the vegetables to cook for 20 minutes or so. I simmered mine while I de-boned the chicken and made the dumplings, and that worked well.<br />
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3. De-bone chicken and add chicken back into pot.<br />
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4. To make dumplings, cut coconut oil into Bisquick until small crumbs form and/or you can pinch the mixture together and it sticks. (Use a pastry blender or a fork for this. You could probably also mix it in a food processor, but I don't bother.)<br />
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5. Add in water, about 1/4 c. at a time, mixing until the dough sticks together. You want it to be somewhere between crumbly and wet. If you get it too wet, you can always add in more Bisquick. It's going to be more crumbly than a wheat flour dough, however, and that's OK.<br />
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6. Knead 4-5 times and roll out between two sheets of wax paper until it is about 1/8 to 1/4 inch thick. You can flour the paper with either Bisquick or another gluten-free flour. Remove top sheet of wax paper and cut dough into 1"x3" strips. I salted my strips at this point. I don't know if that's necessary, but I like salty dumplings.<br />
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7. Quickly add the strips to the boiling stew. (A good number of mine broke in two as I was peeling them off the paper, but that didn't hurt anything.) Keep the lid on the pot for 20 minutes while the dumplings cook.<br />
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8. Enjoy your delicious, allergen-free chicken and dumplings!<br />
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*Always check the ingredients of any baking mixes. I can personally tolerate gluten-free Bisquick, but others may not. If you are unable to use Bisquick, you might try another baking mix. If you use a gluten-free flour instead, make sure to add xanthan gum and baking powder to it.Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-36354924481073868232014-09-24T19:27:00.002-05:002014-09-24T19:29:02.222-05:00PrayerOver the years, I have really struggled with prayer. I have trouble understanding why I need to pray. I have trouble making time to pray. I have trouble knowing what to say when I pray. I have trouble staying focused while praying. You see what I mean.<br />
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More times than I can count, I have asked the Lord to teach me to pray better. I want to be a prayer warrior, but I don't know how to become one. If only the Lord would flip a switch, or send me the right book with all the answers, I could get past this roadblock. It hasn't happened yet.<br />
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A couple of weeks ago, the Lord flipped a different switch, and I realized something important about prayer. It happened while I was repenting for my poor prayer life and asking again for help. I thought, if only I could learn how to pray, this part of my life would be easier! Then I thought, maybe it's never going to be easy. Maybe it's OK that I struggle through this every day. Maybe that's the way it is supposed to be. Maybe this is part of the battle.<br />
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You might think this would depress me, but it didn't. Instead, this gave me hope. For so long I believed that I was a terrible Christian because I did not pray well. Now I feel like I am fighting through the barriers every day, having a difficult time, but doing it anyway. It used to feel like a defeat, but now it feels like a victory.<br />
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I doubt that prayer is the only Christian discipline that this applies to. If you struggle with Bible reading, or attending church, or being kind to your neighbor, if you have to fight your way through, don't be discouraged. When you push forward, regardless of the opposition, you ARE winning.<br />
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Soldier on.Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-68237238202985827422014-08-18T16:11:00.002-05:002014-08-18T16:12:10.220-05:00Allergen-Free WafflesI made these waffles Saturday. Also, I didn't want to get out of bed. When my dear, sweet husband said, "I'm hungry for waffles," I said, "Will you cook them, please?" But my recipe was totally stored in my cranium. So I hauled myself out of the warm fuzzies, and got going. But not without making a mental note to write this recipe down for a future time when my husband would do me a big favor.<br />
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I apologize that I don't have an awesome photo of waffles dripping with toppings for you. However, I never thought of taking a photo before eating them up.<br />
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Allergen-Free Waffles</div>
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Loosely based on a recipe from the Better Homes & Gardens cookbook </div>
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Gluten-free, corn-free, soy-free, dairy-free, nut-free, and egg-free</div>
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Dry Ingredients:</div>
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1 ¼ c. gluten-free flour mix*</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
1 tbsp. baking powder**</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
1 tsp. xanthan gum</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
dash cinnamon</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
dash salt</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
dash sugar</div>
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Wet Ingredients:</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
1 1/8 c. water</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
3/8 c. canola oil***</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
2 tbsp. ground flaxseed soaked in
½ c. warm water</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
1 tsp. vanilla</div>
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Instructions:</div>
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Soak two tablespoons of ground
flaxseed in ½ c. warm water. Mix with small whisk or spoon. Let sit
while you combine dry ingredients.</div>
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Combine all dry ingredients and
stir until mixed.</div>
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<li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Combine all wet ingredients and
stir until mixed.</div>
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Add wet ingredients to dry and
stir well. Let sit for 3-4 minutes.
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Stir again, then add to waffle
iron using a small measuring cup or large spoon.</div>
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*My gluten-free flour mix is two parts
sorghum flour, one part brown rice flour, and one part tapioca
starch.</div>
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**To avoid corn starch, use Hain baking
powder, which is made with potato starch. Alternatively, you could
use baking soda and cream of tarter. That's even yummier!</div>
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***The reason these measurements are
weird is because my recipe used to be 1 ¼ c. milk and ¼ c. oil.
When I cut dairy, I decided to up the oil a bit to replace the fat
that's in the milk.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-3902006572100099702014-07-23T11:26:00.000-05:002014-07-23T11:26:34.274-05:00How I Became Crunchy Without Trying<strong>crunch·y</strong><span class="cprn"> [ krúnchee ]</span><br />
<i>1. crisp and crushable: crisp and making a crunching sound when eaten or walked upon </i><br />
(Bing Dictionary)<br />
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Well, that's not it! <br />
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<i><span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">2. Sometimes,</span> </span><span class="dbox-bold"><span><span class="oneClick-link">crunchy</span> <span class="oneClick-link">granola</span></span></span><span>. </span><span class="dbox-italic"><span><span class="oneClick-link">Informal.</span> </span></span><span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">health-conscious</span> <span class="oneClick-link">and</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">environmentally</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">aware</span></span></i><br />
<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">(Dictionary.com)</span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">There it is!</span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Last week, I asked my sister if we were crunchy. (That's crunchy 2., and not crunchy 1.) She said, yeah, sorta, but you're crunchier than I am. </span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">I am?</span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Yeah, but mainly because you have to be with all your food problems.</span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">And she's right. Me, the kid who grew up on hot dogs and Velveeta cheese. I'm sorta crunchy now. I'm "health-conscious and environmentally aware." How did this happen to me?</span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">We'll start with the food problems. Before it was cool, about eight years ago, I developed a gluten intolerance. Since then I have been a strict label-reader. I know what I'm eating, because if not, I get sick. Over the past few years, I have also developed either allergies or intolerances to corn, soy, and dairy. (Yes, I know, that totally stinks.) Therefore, I spend a lot of time at the health food store, trying to find food that doesn't have corn starch or soy lecithin or sodium caseinate added to it. And I cannot eat fast food. At all. So, through no desire of my own, I have become a healthy eater.</span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">And then there's the "environmentally aware" part. I'm no tree-hugger, but I spent three years teaching environmental science in public schools, and I learned a lot about being a responsible Earth-dweller. In addition to that, I'm really cheap. I'm not sure if major corporations and their advertising firms realize this, but a big part of being "green" is NOT BUYING STUFF. And that is right up my alley. I don't have to have new things. I like buying used. I like buying quality goods that last forever. And I like fixing things that are broken so they can be used again. And when they are past repair, I like recycling or repurposing. I'm just weird that way.</span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">If you look up "crunchy" online, you might find that it has a correlation with left-leaning political persuasions. I just want to make it clear that I am not that kind of crunchy. As long as the left is pro-abortion, pro-homosexual rights, pro-social programs, and pro-government control, I'm gonna be on the right, thank you. I would expound on that, but that's another topic for another day.</span></span><br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">So there you are. Never thought I'd be crunchy, but maybe I am.</span></span>Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-18981896859050085432014-07-07T12:48:00.003-05:002014-07-07T12:52:02.806-05:00CatharsisCatharsis <span class="dbox-pg"><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available"> </span></span><br />
<span class="dbox-pg"><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">noun</span></span> <span class="pronset"><span class="pron spellpron">[k<span class="dbox-italic">uh</span>-<span class="dbox-bold">thahr</span>-sis], </span></span> <span class="dbox-pg"><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">plural</span> </span><span class="dbox-bold" data-syllable="ca·thar·ses "><span class="oneClick-link">catharses</span></span><span class="pron spellpron"> [k<span class="dbox-italic">uh</span>-<span class="dbox-bold">thahr</span>-seez]</span><span class="prontoggle"></span><span class="dbox-bold" data-syllable="ca·thar·ses "><span class="oneClick-link"></span></span><span class="pronset"></span><br />
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<span class="def-number"><span class="oneClick-link">1.</span></span><span class="oneClick-link">the</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">purging</span> <span class="oneClick-link">of</span> <span class="oneClick-link">the</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">emotions</span> <span class="oneClick-link">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link">relieving</span> <span class="oneClick-link">of</span> <span class="oneClick-link">emotional</span> <span class="oneClick-link">tensions,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">especially</span> <span class="oneClick-link">through</span> <span class="oneClick-link">certain</span> <span class="oneClick-link">kinds</span> <span class="oneClick-link">of</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">art,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">as</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">tragedy</span> <span class="oneClick-link">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">music. (Dictionary.com)</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Writing has always been my main form of catharsis. Not only does it relieve me from the weight of my emotions, but it also pulls the strings of my thoughts into a logical pattern. </span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">The rest of this post is my catharsis.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Since I've been married, I have not worked full-time. It was a decision that Chris and I made together, considering a lot of different factors, and it has worked very well for us. Knowing that we made the right decision is not hard. The hard part is evaluating and coming to terms with my emotions and expectations about working inside and outside the home.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">On the front end, I don't blame anyone else for my own feelings. They are mine, and though our culture has probably shaped them, they are still mine alone. Please don't get offended and think that I am angry at you or anyone else, because I'm not. I'm only myself, trying to figure out my own life.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Since I have stopped working full-time (I substitute teach three days a week during the school year), I have struggled with my value as a person. It seems that for the years that I was working, I derived my value from my paycheck. If my employer thought I was valuable, then surely I was valuable! But now I get no paycheck for what I do. I cook and clean and run errands and try to make a comfortable home, but no one cuts me a check at the end of the month. And somehow that makes me feel like maybe I'm not valuable anymore.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Another wall that I have hit is that I have lost my self-identity. As a working person, my identity was found in my job. To the question "Who are you?" I might answer, "I am a teacher." Now that I am no longer a teacher, I find that question harder to answer. I should be able to say, "I am a wife," but I think of all the wives who have more hats than I do, and I think that only being a wife is not enough for my whole self-identity.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Then, of course, there is the problem of the running commentary in my mind of what other people are thinking about me. I know that it's mostly the product of my own imagination, though I do get the occasional "What do you do all day?" and "I hope you can find something soon." My running commentary tells me that other people think I am lazy or self-centered, and I am shamed.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">What is the solution? I suppose I'm still figuring that out. Here's what I've got so far.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">1. I've got to stop valuing myself based on externals like a salary, tasks crossed of a to-do list, and general non-focused busyness. My value is in who I am as a person and a child of God, not in what I have or have not done. I am responsible to use my life in service to God and my family, but that is not what gives me my value.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">2. I've got to find creative ways to express myself as a wife, so that being a wife will be an acceptable identity for me. If I only focus on the monotonous part of my role, like laundry (ugh!), then being a wife will seem small in my eyes. But if I can get a bigger focus, if I can use my time to make a beautiful, welcoming, loving home, then being a wife will become a challenge to pour myself into.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">3. I've got to stop allowing myself to "talk" for other people. I can't read another person's mind. Why should I imagine that they think I am lazy? Maybe they wish they were in my shoes instead. And for those people who ask what I do all day, I've got to remember that I don't have to justify myself to anyone but God and my husband. If I paint my toenails all day, it's none of their business!</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Writing this has clarified my thoughts and helped me put my emotions where they belong. Thanks for coming along with me for the journey. Are there ways that you have combated feelings of worthlessness or lack of identity? I welcome your feedback.</span></div>
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<span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">For further reading, you might check out Matt Walsh's blog post, <a href="http://themattwalshblog.com/2013/10/09/youre-a-stay-at-home-mom-what-do-you-do-all-day/" target="_blank">"You're a stay-at-home mom? What do you DO all day?</a></span><span class="def-number"><span class="oneClick-link"></span></span>
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Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-81324138424630877182014-07-02T15:34:00.001-05:002014-07-02T15:34:37.458-05:00Life Is WeirdLife is weird.<br />
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Life is weird because as soon as I think I know what I'm doing, then my circumstances change and I get lost again.<br />
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Life is weird because what I thought would hinder me on my journey actually serves to spur me on.<br />
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Life is weird because in the midst of some pretty awful stuff I also experience very amazing stuff.<br />
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Life is weird because my preconceptions are constantly on trial.<br />
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Life is weird because even though I know God is good, I still wonder if I'm good enough for Him to be good to.<br />
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Life is weird because the closer I get to a goal, the more I question its validity.<br />
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Life is so weird, that I give up, I quit. I'm no longer going to try to hold it all together. The seams keep rending, and the patches peel.<br />
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That's right, did you hear that, Life? No more.<br />
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Life is weird because it doesn't listen to me.Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-20252302816371866312013-10-17T13:22:00.000-05:002013-10-17T13:22:32.227-05:00It's Me Again
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Yeah, I haven't updated my blog in four
months. No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. It was a
little over four months ago that I became Mrs. B (and so am no longer
actually Miss W). Things have been super busy and super crazy since
then.</div>
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After our honeymoon, Mr. B and I
settled into a one-bedroom garage apartment. Cozy, but not bad for
two. He had made an offer on a house, and had even signed a contract
to buy the house, but the bank was dragging its feet. So we made the
apartment work.</div>
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At the beginning of the summer, we
stayed pretty busy with church stuff, working in our church's VBS.
Then things started to go a bit haywire when we disagreed with some
doctrine that our pastor was teaching. We ended up leaving our
church. Now we're attending a different church that I think we will
join soon.</div>
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It didn't help that Mr. B's family all
went to our old church. We not only were estranged from our church
friends, but also family relationships were a little strained. It's
better now, but I really stressed about it for a few weeks.</div>
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Finally, our house deal went through.
We were pretty happy about that. We closed in September, and we had
applied for the loan in April! But our house was in no way move-in
ready. It requires quite a bit of work (water, roof, paint, floors),
which we're still doing. The good news is that it appraised for
$50,000 more than what we're planning to spend on it.</div>
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In the meantime, we found out that we
are expecting our first child. If everything goes well, our little
one should arrive in late May. I'm very happy to be having a baby.
It's something I've wanted for a while. But man, have I ever been
sick! I have been tired and nauseated every day for the past three
weeks.</div>
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In addition to having my food
restricted because of pregnancy and my old allergy (gluten), I've
also developed a new allergy. Yep, now I cannot eat corn. It breaks
me out and makes me super itchy. So this poor, nauseated, pregnant
woman can't eat ice cream or regular bread or even sodas. It's been
awful.</div>
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Like I've told my husband, we've been
through a lot in a short period of time! But we are learning to work
as a team, to help each other and depend on each other. He is a
terrific husband. He does everything he can to take care of me. Our
circumstances have not been perfect, but with the Lord's help,
we are doing just fine.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-36173658656782312182013-06-02T20:57:00.000-05:002013-06-02T20:57:21.656-05:00Not Saying Goodbye
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I don't know how to say goodbye</div>
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To the girl at the coffee stand,</div>
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Or the trainer at the gym,</div>
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Or my mother.</div>
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2.9 million people work, eat, and dream
with me;</div>
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I don't know them all,</div>
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But there are invisible spider threads
joining us,</div>
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And how do I disconnect these lines?</div>
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I don't know how to say goodbye.</div>
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And, it's true, I can't figure out the
right syntax,</div>
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The correct arrangement of consonants
and vowels,</div>
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Just the right tone and facial
expression</div>
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That would help me say it.</div>
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I don't know how to say goodbye.</div>
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Instead I pretend that I'm not leaving.</div>
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I never say anything final</div>
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Or even cry.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-36825688242662154972013-05-19T21:05:00.002-05:002013-05-19T21:06:19.608-05:00The Potter<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Lord, shape me</div>
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Upon Your wheel;</div>
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Move me, change me,</div>
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Take me higher up.</div>
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I will lose my self-will.</div>
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I will send my pride away.</div>
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I will meekly accept Your will.</div>
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I will choose to be humble.</div>
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I trust You to create in me</div>
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The beauty that I long for.</div>
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I trust You to skillfully craft</div>
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A vessel of honor</div>
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Fit for Your use.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-85318058098173099242013-05-06T22:21:00.000-05:002013-05-06T22:21:22.100-05:00The Stoic One
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I take it in the gut, every time</div>
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When I'm the recipient, the acceptor,</div>
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The bearer of another's burden.</div>
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It's then I falter, stretching for a
handhold,</div>
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Leaning, tilting, trying not to fall,
knowing,</div>
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She can't hold me up.</div>
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And so I take it, take the dagger to
the stomach</div>
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With not a whimper (because I can't
afford a whimper),</div>
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I keep talking through my teeth until I
find space</div>
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To limp away and lick my wounds.</div>
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It's difficult, although I'm trying not
to whine;</div>
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(See, it's not my place to whine;</div>
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I'm the stoic one).</div>
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When I'm wounded this way, I need a
soft place to fall, but</div>
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I'm the only me that I know.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-89992882464629972262013-05-05T21:33:00.001-05:002013-05-05T21:33:34.427-05:00NothingFor 40 minutes I tried to write... and for 40 minutes I got nothing useful. It happens sometimes. I imagine even Shakespeare had days like this.Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-2264479141481964002013-04-21T21:23:00.002-05:002013-04-21T21:23:35.951-05:00The Mask
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A danger, named, is robbed of</div>
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The worst kind of fear: uncertainty.</div>
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Whether a giant or small monster,</div>
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Or child looms behind the mask</div>
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I can't know.</div>
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And when I am uncertain, I can't</div>
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Step forward this way or that, only</div>
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Hole up in my footprints waiting for</div>
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A message that may never have been
mailed.</div>
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Each day the quizzes twist my brain,</div>
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Twist my thinking until nothing seems
upright.</div>
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It's only when I remember that God is
never uncertain,</div>
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Never unknowing, never unloving,</div>
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That I condense into one whole trusting
self, and</div>
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Move onward, unafraid.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-15407894732098839732013-04-14T22:11:00.003-05:002013-04-14T22:11:55.562-05:00Goodbye
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To the tiny red-veined leaves, to the
sparkling wet grasses</div>
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I say goodbye</div>
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To this intersection, to the hole in
the parking space</div>
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I say goodbye</div>
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To the cluttered faces of houses of
people I don't know</div>
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I say goodbye</div>
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As I enter the door, to the grimy doorknob </div>
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I say goodbye</div>
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And to every floor tile, the white, the
gray, even the chipped ones</div>
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I say goodbye</div>
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And to my mother, with eyes like mine,
and mouth set to acceptance</div>
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I say goodbye</div>
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And to my father, my soul's image,
through any other words</div>
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I say goodbye</div>
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And as I say goodbye, I know that the
barest molecules of me will remain behind, still clinging to this
life.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-87999879031625799842013-04-07T21:51:00.001-05:002013-04-07T21:51:48.038-05:00Honey
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I found a well of honey</div>
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Far from the common ground;</div>
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Dipping down into its depth,</div>
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I discovered a magnificent sweetness.</div>
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Surprised, I thought I must be
mistaken,</div>
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But each time I drew it up, it remained</div>
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Sugared like the taste of lovers' lips.</div>
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What good fortune to discover such a
prize!</div>
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No bitter drops tainted my nectar.</div>
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Determined to keep it for myself,</div>
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I sold all I had to buy this well.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-87731178113185551382013-03-31T21:22:00.000-05:002013-04-01T22:36:20.876-05:00Spring Shower<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The sun steps out to see the
rain-soaked earth,</div>
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Washed clean, sparkling, springy with
fresh green.</div>
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Tiny leaves like puppies poke their
noses from bare branches;</div>
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White and yellow grassflowers brave a
look at the sky, unafraid;</div>
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And every puddle shimmers with its own
sun.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-35177508121550190032013-03-10T21:40:00.000-05:002013-03-10T21:40:10.140-05:00The Healer
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Forced labor</div>
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Hands chapped</div>
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Feet swollen, crippled</div>
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You arise</div>
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Broken body</div>
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Twisted, useless limbs</div>
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Eyes scabbed and blind</div>
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You show up</div>
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</div>
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Bruised face</div>
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Arms, legs bloody</div>
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Spirit crushed</div>
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You present yourself</div>
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Murderous heart</div>
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Lustful eyes</div>
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Swathed in choking sin</div>
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You appear</div>
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<br />
</div>
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At the end of human capability, past
the edges of our facade</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The Healer lives</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-7438804822504452662013-03-03T20:59:00.000-06:002013-03-03T20:59:05.905-06:00Waiting
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As through the stars you peer,</div>
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You follow what she's doing,</div>
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And long to see her, hold her,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Your beloved.</div>
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<br />
</div>
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As through the stars we gaze,</div>
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With open face, moved to worship,</div>
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We long to see you, touch you,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Beloved One.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
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The promise has been made:</div>
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Two will join in marriage.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Heaven and Earth will meet</div>
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To celebrate.</div>
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<br />
</div>
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But till the day dawns,</div>
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We yearn in midnight hours,</div>
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Watching, waiting, longing for</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Your face.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-26500363617009144522013-02-10T21:16:00.002-06:002013-02-10T21:18:16.083-06:00Shakespeare Reconstructed<i>A million apologies to Shakespeare for today's poem. I reconstructed his sonnet 116 "Let me not to the marriage of true minds". I have no aspirations to write better poetry than Shakespeare. I used it only for inspiration.</i><br />
<br />
In Honor Of Valentine's Day<br />
<i> </i><br />
<i>
</i>
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<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Souls
marry before flesh, if love be true.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">None
can divide lovers, indeed division</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Would
be proof of love's lack,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">A
flimsy mockery, a shadow, easily torn.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Right,
honest love does not waver, because</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">It
is a fixed decision, a solemn vow,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">A
firm, unyielding product of the soul.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">It
is little to onlookers, all to those who love.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">It
steadies through disaster, sustains through grief.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5677641139655479577" name="IL_AD6"></a>
Fading
youth, and lost hopes will not swamp it,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Built
by faithful hearts, it carries on,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">And
death only can cast it asunder.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">I
swear this is true, and if it's proven false,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Then
love does not exist, no one has known it.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">
</span></span>Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-7772320657873517732013-02-03T22:17:00.000-06:002013-02-03T22:17:00.359-06:00Living in the PresentI didn't have time to write today (which makes me sad, but sometimes life is like that). I did, however, read a poem that I wanted to share. It's from the book <i>Calm My Anxious Heart</i> by Linda Dillow, p. 108-109. She says it was written by a fourteen-year-old boy, but doesn't give his name. It struck a chord with me because I often have the same problem as the author.<br />
<br />
It was spring but it was summer I wanted; the warm days and the great outdoors.<br />
It was summer but it was fall I wanted; the colorful leaves and the cool dry air.<br />
It was fall but it was winter I wanted; the beautiful snow and the joy of the holiday season.<br />
It was now winter but it was spring I wanted; the warmth and the blossoming of nature.<br />
I was a child but it was adulthood I wanted; the freedom and the respect.<br />
I was twenty but it was thirty I wanted; to be mature and sophisticated.<br />
I was middle-aged but it was twenty I wanted; the youth and the free spirit.<br />
I was retired but it was middle-age that I wanted; the presence of mind without limitations.<br />
My life was over but I never got what I wanted.<br />
<br />
I struggle with wanting to be in other circumstances besides the one I am in. I forget that I am exactly where God has placed me at every moment, for His purpose. I am reminded of the quote by Jim Elliot: "<span class="arial14">Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God."</span><br />
<br />
<span class="arial14">I so easily forget. </span>Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-43074018370459986882013-01-27T21:15:00.002-06:002013-01-27T21:15:40.848-06:00Telescope
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I am one, one whole person, alone.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I wear purple and follow the King.</div>
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All my allegiance is His, and my
service.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My love is one, one whole person, by
himself.</div>
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He is complete, and completely perfect,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
A son of God, he follows the King.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The King of all things knew all my
heart,</div>
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And read the thoughts of my beloved.</div>
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He combined our paths into one,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
From what is good, He made something
greater.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
With one lens, words become clear on a
page;</div>
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With two, the heavens open to the
humble.</div>
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Thus, separated, we saw clearly</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
But joined now, the stars are in view.</div>
Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715825859485906911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677641139655479577.post-34640570396845800762013-01-13T21:23:00.002-06:002013-01-13T21:23:42.750-06:00The Proud<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
In every proud, unbent spirit</div>
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There is a will to war.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The deafened ones admit no merit</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
In the commands of the humble.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Mocking, they deny defeat</div>
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When they are beaten,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
And as they willingly repeat</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Punishment, still they do not heed it.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
These creatures grow ever more
monstrous.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
They crush the weak in the way,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Rolling over us and through us,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Settling black eyes on all they cannot
overpower.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
And yet, at last, their reign will end,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Though they are proud as Satan.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Stronger than iron, the spirit bends,</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
In the hands of its Creator.</div>
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