sUNNUYSIDE lADIES ARE HAVING A pAJAmA pARTY

White crocheted doilies and sleeping pillows all around, and a bonnet for your hair….waiting for the moment when everyone arrives. Right on time they came.

Hello Welcome to our breakfast Pajama Party. Norman and Nestor drove their ladies right up to the doorstep. Then they went over to the church to chat up a storm and patiently waited for their wives who brought them supper from our table. They did ! Their plates were loaded with goodies. What a tremendous breakfast we had. Feast for a Queen!

FIRST THOUGHTS:
Are of YOU Lord, as we open with Jo, praying that we will be blessed as well as the ones who could not make it to the meeting and those who did not want to come and should have!!!!!

Below is a worship thought that I collected from a blog from a lady who is home schooling six children. I like her spiritual thinking.........

WORSHIP WEAR

WORSHIP WEAR

A new hat for Easter, my grandmother used to say. A new spray of flowers on a hat and pristine gloves to match the crisp shine of a new dress. But if the sale of brown eggs didn’t allow for a new dress, then, at the very least, one must scrounge up for a new pillbox to don come Resurrection Sunday. It’s proper, she’d say. Symbolic of new life in the Risen Christ.

Her purse, a tapestry of roses and dark vines, lies on the upper shelf of my closet. Now and then, I take it down, unlatch the clasp of roses and run my hand along the silk lining. A regal Easter purse it once must have been, carried by gloved hands that had milked cows morning and night all week, baked daily loaves of bread, hoed the garden, mended torn pants and hearts while feeding, cleaning and mothering four children. But when those church bells rang across the valley, Grandma would be sitting in all her finery there in a wooden pew of Reverend van Bedeger’s steepled church, the one that crowned the highest hill of the village of Centerton. I can see her laying this purse on her lap, folding her gloved hands together, and listening to that Sunday sermon coming down.

I saw her purse again this morning, as I slid a church dress for our two-year-old off a closet hanger. The roses of the dress seemed plucked from the same bouquet of Grandma’s purse, shades of wine and pink. I slipped the dress over Little Girl’s tiara of blonde…but the hem fell too long, cuffs dangling too.

Little girl wrinkled her button nose and wailed, “It don’t fit me! I don’t have nothing pretty to wear!”

I reassured her contorted face with a kiss. How many times had Grandma washed up after milking house chores, her hair still wet in curlers, and too rifled through her closet for something to wear to Sunday service? Something pretty. Something right.
Returning dress to closet, I wonder: What do we wear on our way to worship the King? And not just only Sunday morning, but everyday. For do we not worship him every waking moment of our lives? What is proper attire for a worshipping Christian?

Tucking Little Girl’s arms into better fitting dress, I zip her up and a story unzips somewhere in my memory and tumbles out.

Its London, England centuries ago, with muddy, unpaved streets . A young man, Walter Raleigh, a scarlet cloak draped over his shoulders, carefully picks his way along a mucky street. His face is down, eyes focused on the strategic placement of polished boots. Until he reaches an impasse: a sludge of murky waters engulfing the entire street. Striding over it an impossibility, Raleigh considers wild flinging himself. A flash of color reflects on the water. He looks across to the other side of the puddle. And into the face of the Queen of England, her train of gentlewomen and waiting maids stringing behind. Raleigh forgets himself. For it’s not about him. He tosses his scarlet coat across the puddle. And Elizabeth, Queen of England, crosses the puddle on a carpet of red.

I straighten collar of Little Girl’s red dress. And think: We are the red carpet.
Instead of laying down palm branches in worship, or parading in finery for the coming King, it is ourselves that we must spread before the King of the Universe’s feet.

We who wear Christ lay down ourselves so that our Lord may walk into hurt, broken places. We roll ourselves out over the puddles, the muck, the slop, the dirt and the wet of the world, so the King of Kings may enter into these places. Like coats, we throw our days, our time, the essence of who we are, under His feet, living sacrifices stretched out.

We who are clothed in the beauty of Christ wear mud. We wear lives laid down.

Slipping into shoes, I see Grandma again, perfectly attired for Sunday worship service, and it wasn’t her gloves or the purse of roses. But her mud-splattered, servant heart.
For doesn’t she who puts Christ on, then lay herself down before His feet?

All roses begin in the dirt.

Lord, today show me where I can spread myself across muddy places in service to You... so that You may enter into that place... Clothe me in You... and lay me down.

Prayers and prayer requests

Our thoughts are constantly of you for blessing, health and encouragement. Everyday of the coming month you are in our prayers.

1. George’s daughter-in-law Angela and her three children, their car will stay going and home life
2. Alma’s brother Norman who had to go to Wrinch –health
3. Calvin’s Linda – health
4. Dentist for second chair in Hazelton
5. Florence- trying to get rid of a cold and cough, and Donnie (son) McLeod- has had surgery
6. Phyllis and Valerie
7. Walter and Tammy- marriage
8. Kristine and family
9. Heather and John Lippold – marriage
10. Mary – Bonnie’s friend will have continued improvement in health
11. David – Jo’s brother who has had cancer and is on chemo
12. Our church and Pastor and Becky – general

Facemasks and Little birds

They were given a face cloth and towels. Towels substituted for a placemat also!!

no! that is not peanut butter on our faces but just before this peanut butter quiz we gave ourselves a mud facial which they barely left on till it was dry!!!! It is called—Life brand: SPA clay mask. For each lady to claim their prize of a Life purifying face mask of different flavors and savory scents they had to put on the mud mask. They did with compliant giggles.

Here is a home POTION you can put together

Blenderize all ingredients

¼ c oatmeal quick cooking kind
4 strawberries
1 tsp honey
very hot water to make a toothpaste like mixture

the oatmeal exfoliates or draws acid out of strawberry so it will take away dead skin, honey forces nutrients to the skin Use banana for skin with lots of acne Papaya or avocado for very dry skin and pineapple for oily skin


Jo won the prize – seven out of the twelve, I don’t know how she would have got that many even! Must be the American in her!!!! as it was an American quiz. She was given a pretty pink bow wrapped white rose on top container of chunky peanut butter for her pancakes.

F.A.C.E Project:

We reached our goal of $35 with some left over for the next quarter. $44 was collected in all. Thank you Ladies. Betty has updated pictures and grades which we will post on the bulletin down stairs. Remember it is $65 for each quarter. We are sponsoring the four same children as before.

Girl~ in grade five

Boy ~ has just finished grade 7

Boy ~ no other information yet except his name is Uriah

Girl ~ a little one in grade three

Have you spent this day.....alone?

Do you feel as if no-one cares for you?

Has no-one called you...via the phone?

And you long for Someone.....or two?

Others are so busy, with many things,

While you sit alone....in your rocking chair...

If others could only know what lowliness brings,

And how difficult it is, sometimes to bear.

A little bird comes to sit on the window sill,

And the Feathered Friend brightens your day,

God can send a little bird, as you seek His Will,

We know....God is only a Prayer away.

Just a thought:

In Psalms 61:8
So I will sing praise to Your name forever, That I may pay my vows day by day.

So the Little Bird helped us sing!!!

BREAKFAST

Menu

Asian Noodles

Baked Apple Praline French Toast

Cornmeal Pancakes

Flax Tea Scones

Fruit

Orange Juice with banana/ginger/raspberry

Brian's Brown Bread

Tofu Eggs

Stripples

After our faces were washed from towels provided and felt baby bottom smooth!! I passed around a dab of my mother’s Moonlight Path Purely Silk Body Lotion from Bath & Body Works Luxuries. What a rich soft feeling. Yum.
We sang a song, “I Have A Friend So Precious” many of you may know it—so very dear to me, He loves me with such tender love---He knows that I am longing so weary soul to win, He bids us speak the loving word….We work together---My Lord and I.
Before the meeting I prayed that God would bless us as a group of friends meeting together…

Women’s Ministry Ladies
would like to welcome all ladies to come to the fellowship we have together as a church organization. Put aside your tasks for two hours and have some fun together. Third Sunday 4-6pm of every month.

Photos

Here we are and in the center with our prize and ready to go. Some stayed afterwards to watch a real girl movie where we all cried and laughed and thought it was a real Christian movie about a family who were separated in a concentration camp and meet face to face years afterward the emotions and reunion of family. -- “Miss Rose White”.

Twelve Minute Cab Ride

--posted by keymaker on Feb 11, 2008

"Penn Station," I told the cab driver.

The young, heavy-set man peered at me through his sunglasses and motioned me to get in."I've got to get to JFK airport by 2:30PM. You think I'll be able to get there via LIRR or should I cab it all the way?" I ask him, as I get comfortable in the back seat.

"Hmmm. You should be okay. Yeah, you'll make it. It will be much cheaper to take the train," he replied in a mild South Asian accent.
"Thanks," I told him. Given his engaging nature, we naturally started a conversation, which went from the weather and quickly veered into the struggles of a cab driver's life. "How long have you been driving cabs?" "Three years." "You like it?" "It's really hard work. Not all people are so nice. I get tired, but what can you do? You have to pay the bills." "I hear you."

Like most New York cab drivers, he accelerated constantly and braked often, zoomed through red lights, almost nicked a couple of cars and still, never broke a sweat. :)"What do you do?" he asked curiously. "I help a nonprofit organization trying to bring some goodness in the world," I responded. "Do they pay you well?" "Well, no but I get by. I don't have many material things in life, the IRS would consider me poor, but you know, I've realized that I don't need all that to keep me happy. If I die tomorrow, I want to go out knowing that I've made a few people smile."

The young cab driver, perhaps in his late thirties, looked back through the sliding glass as if extending his hand for a hand shake -- "Man, it is nice to meet you. It is really nice to meet you." Although we were strangers, both of us felt deeply connected as human beings. And by now, 7 minutes into our ride, we were on a first-name basis. He even spelled his name for me: H-a-k-e-e-m.Hakeem and I talked a bit about simple acts of generosity, the power of a pay-it-forward mindset and how that can promote trust and connection in our communities. He understood the idea, but it seemed very abstract and foreign to him, so I gave him the example of a Berkeley restaurant I knew about: "So, you walk into this restaurant and you get a meal without paying for it. Then your check says $0.00 -- someone before you has paid for your meal, and you can pay-forward for the person after you. You pay whatever you want for someone you don't know." "So who comes to this restaurant?" "It's not like a soup-kitchen for the homeless; it's a place where everyone comes in." "Wow, really? That is something."Our conversation was one of those lively, happy conversations.

We were both laughing it up and sharing stories, when he turns to me and says, "Can I keep in touch with you? I want to help. I want to be associated with this." Perhaps it broke protocol for a cab driver to ask for the business card of his customer, but Hakeem and I felt like old friends. "Sure thing, buddy." We traded email addresses as he informed me that he has a laptop at home from which he can check emails once every couple of days.

"You know what you could do, Hakeem," I suggested in a conspiring tone. "You could give free ride to people every so often, and see how they respond. Imagine the dinner conversation that they will have with their family that night." "Wow. Yeah. I will do it. Every week, I can give away a $5 cab ride." After a reflective pause, he added, "Man, I'm moved."We arrived at Penn Station. "$14.15" was the total. I gave him $15, and was looking through my wallet for more when he immediately planted a dollar bill into my hands and insisted that I don't tip him -- "No, no. Please, please." It was 15 cents from a cabbie, but in his heart, Hakeem was giving me a free ride and I was blessed to receive it.

As I was heading out, I turn to him and say, "Hakeem, you know how we talked about this pay-it-forward idea; well, here's a $20. Whenever you feel like it, you give a ride to people and tell them that someone before them has paid for their fare. See what happens." Hearing this, Hakeem was visibly moved. "Really? Are you sure?" "Absolutely." "I will give them your email address too." "No, no. This is not about you or I. Ask them to just pay it forward. And here, give them this card," I said as I handed him a couple of Smile Cards.Standing on the streets, I looked in through the back window and said, "Alright, my friend, be well." Almost speechless, he repeated one last time: "Man, I'm moved." So was I.

Hey! Ladies……if you want to do something like this…phone me up, see me after church and perhaps we can talk about arranging something with the local grocery store??????

Birthdays and Things

FAVORITE THINGS:

Do you have doilies sitting around or tucked away in a box?? Here are a couple of ideas that you can do with them.....

1. Make a hair band with the tiny ones, sewing them on to a stretchable band

2. Cover a pillow

3. Stitch the small ones to a hemline on a drapery

4. Make a handbag

5. Roll a round doily up , fold it in half and roll it up for a rose. attach a leaf

My secret sister gave me this wonderful magazine called Country Living, and I just want to share everything that is in it. A great idea to do ~~ the year 40-50’s is all the rage now…..if you have an old sweater that needs refurbishing decorate it in small round yoyo’s. Cut out 4 inch circles, hem it and gather in the middle and sew on. Isn't that pretty!!

BIRTHDAYS

Laura Reimche --- April 3

Bonnie ---April 8

Jo Proctor ---April

RECIPIES:

HEARTY BUCKWHEAT PORRIDGE


1/4-1/2 cup hulled raw buckwheat
10-15 almonds, soaked overnight
1/4 cup raisins or currants, soaked overnight
1 banana
1small mango (or other fruit, like papaya)
1/2 cup filtered water
additional filtered water for soaking

1) At night, soak 1/4 to 1/2 cup buckwheat in one cup of filtered water. Also soak almonds and raisins separately, using just enough water to cover.
2) In the morning, strain and rinse the buckwheat well. It will release a mucilaginous liquid, but keep rinsing until the water is clear. Drain and rinse the almonds. Strain the raisins through a colander, reserving the raisin water.
3) Heat up 1/2 cup filtered water on the stove only to the point where you can still put your finger in, and then turn off the flame. Pour the hot filtered water into the blender, add in the rest of the ingredients and blend to a cream. Thin out with some of the raisin soak water, if necessary.

Serves 1. (this is very good! Even I will eat it and I hate porridge!)


Cornmeal Pancakes

2 cups white flour
1 cup cornmeal
4 tablespoons sugar approx
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon soda slightly heaping
Mix dry ingredients and stir in wet ingredients just enough to mix and still lumpy
2 cups buttermilk
3 eggs
2-3 tablespoons of oil



Strawberry Jam

Any amount of frozen strawberries with appropriate amount of powdered vanilla, maybe a small amount of water.
Put in food processor and blend till fluffy
Very good on pancakes and sugarless also!!