Wednesday, June 20, 2012

New Blog Member--More News On The Book--Wall Of Wonder Part 4

June 20. 2012

First, I wanna say hi to my new blog member, Chris. She and I are old friends from several years back. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had joined my blog. Hey girlfriend!

My playlist over on the right has been changed by the original web site it came from—now you can only hear it on the new site. I have been there, but can’t figure out what to do to get my music back—I miss bein’ able to hear my tunes.

Got a new batch of illustrations for the book—they are great. I also spoke with Eleanor about the bindin’ process when we get it all printed up—she has a machine that can either use a bindin’ like on a cookbook, and another one that can staple the pages together. Gonna have to see how thick the book will be.

I know that my first book will be hand done, and yet I think that will increase its appeal to potential readers. I am joinin’ the ranks of authors who are takin’ it upon themselves to get their work before the public. I feel that personal computers and the internet has opened up a new realm for any author who loves to write yet is unsure of their ability to attract a publisher. Let’s face it—other than vanity presses, where you pay exorbitant fees to get your book published—there haven’t been many options open to first time authors. I approached a local author to ask him about printin’ my book, and was told that it would cost $1,000 just to have it proofread! I proofread everything I write several times. While I do have errors from time to time, I feel that I statistically have fewer than many vanity press books. I also have two friends who proofread my stuff for free—one who does it for a livin’—so I don’t need that particular service.

If I simply print out and bind my own work, then I can control the costs much better. I can print out a specific number at a time, insurin’ that I don’t end up like John Grisham when he had his first book, A TIME TO KILL, vanity published. He ended up givin’ a LOT of copies away! I was readin’ somewhere that he recently learned that those first copies are now worth a great deal of money. He said that he wished he had kept them—and he referred to his just dumpin’ the books as his $6 million dollar mistake.

I prefer to think that I am followin’ in the footsteps of my favorite homestead author, Carla Emery. She was the one who truly got me hooked into simple country livin’ so many years ago. I found the book, THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF COUNTRY LIVING at a local library. I thought it was a simple recipe book, but when I opened it up—there was a wonderful world of homesteadin’, craftin’, bakin’, cannin’, etc—along with a plethora of Carla’s own stories about her life and her philosophies about how she lived it.
Carla Has since passed on, but you can still get THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF COUNTRY LIVING from stores and websites like Amazon. I forget which printin’ it is in by now, but I know that it has been updated and now includes websites for references. I suggest that you buy the newer editions for information, but if you come across an early edition—snag it up. Those editions are filled with drawin’s and photos from her life, and again you will read such fun tales about the author herself. I think my favorite was the one about her father, who for a time was a chauffeur for Actress Dorothy Lamour. Think if the new edition as basic homesteadin’ mental nourishment and the early editions as a type of literary comfort food.

Okay—here we are back in front of the Wall Of Wonders. The next item we will look at in terms of Thriftology—The Food Processor.

My food processor is a valuable tool in my campaign against food waste. I use it to chop veggies into tiny pieces for my homemade ‘what’s IN these, honey?’ eggrolls, and fresh salsa is a summer time staple around our house. You can also pulverize veggies into small enough bits that you can sneak them into meatloaves and casseroles, and once they cook down, if you have fussy eaters (thank you Lord, we don’t have any in my family), they can’t tell they are gettin’ the good stuff in their meals. A food processor can also be used to make pie crusts that are not tough from over handlin’.

I sometimes use it to slice veggies for dehydratin’ or makin’ potato chips. If I have to make a really big salad for an event, I use the processor to shred lettuce for the base, then I slice and dice various veggies to toss in with the lettuce. If I can find the right adaptor, I can make butter from cream. While not that practical for every day—it is a very nice treat for special dinners to be able to tell folks you ‘churned’ the butter on the table!

I got my processor from a gentleman whose storage shed I was helpin’ him clean out after his wife passed away. He handed it to me, sayin’ he knew that he was never gonna make all the foods she used to, and that he knew I would appreciate it. And he was right. I use it at least once a week, and I think of him and his wife each time I do. I feel that a cookin’ legacy got passed on along with the processor.

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2012 by Evelyn Edgett

Monday, June 18, 2012

Strange Sounds In The Night--Wall Of Wonder Part 3

June 18, 2012

I haven’t been able to post since last Wednesday. On our walk home, I got to feelin’ a mite poorly. Just thought it was simple fatigue at first. Then after we got home, Obie kicked off his shoes, turned on his music, and decided to take a snooze under the air conditionin’. I thought that was a brilliant idea, so I lay across my bed with the fan blowin’ on me to help me dry off, since I was a wee bit sweaty.

I awoke about an hour later, achin’ and flippin’ from chills to fever.

Oh great—I got that flu that’s been makin’ the rounds in our county.

I managed to get the evenin’ feedin’ and waterin’ done, and then after a quick supper of fruit, I took some medicine and soaked in a hot tub. After I dragged myself out and got into my jammies—I passed smooth out until Brian got home.

The next day I was still feverish and just useless. I slept through most of the mornin’, and thank heaven for leftovers for lunch. Brian left for work, and I passed out again. Obie let me sleep till feedin’ time, and I somehow got the chores done without fallin’ flat on my face in the corral. Even Fancypants, my mare, knew I wasn’t 100%, ‘cuz she stayed right beside me, sorta holdin’ me up with her side.

So, I get back in the house, throw somethin’ simple together for supper, and then we settle in to watch a DVD. I began to notice that my fever had gone about an hour into the film, and while I was still weak—I felt a LOT better.

Then the REAL fun began…

Around 7:30, I started belchin’. These weren’t little “Oops, excuse me!” belches. Oh no…

…these were Marine Gunnery Sargent on a four day pass, drinkin’ all the beer he can swig down while eatin’ more barbeque than Matthew McConaughey can handle on the 4th of July, and screamin’ at the tv screen over some sports game while breakin’ up with his high school sweetheart over the phone from Okinawa indigestion kind of belches…

…oh yeah—THOSE kind of belches.

I couldn’t stop, and then they began to smell of sulphur. Rotten egg stench spewed outta my mouth with every “BRRRAAAAAACKKK!”

But wait—there’s more!

An hour after that—my digestive tract decided to have even more fun, and I began to make noises like a tuba with a hernia. I began to miss the belchin’.

Even my dogs wanted out of the house.

I tried everything I could think of—to no avail. Finally I hit on a pot of fresh ginger tea, and that began to make a dent in the problem.

By the time my beloved came home—he was askin’ if the dogs had had an accident in the house. I was so embarrassed. I told him I had considered lightin’ a scented candle—but I was afraid the place would explode! I’m just thankful we don’t have wallpaper—it would have peeled off…

Happy to report—all the *ahem* noises had stopped, and I am much better, if still a bit weak. The house is aired out—and I no longer feel like a dragon with halitosis when I breathe.

Why did I tell ya’ll this? Simple—‘cuz I never want ya’ll to forget that I’m a real person with real problems. I don’t dwell on them too often anymore, since I finally realized that there is always a bigger picture than the little snapshot I may be seein’ at the present time. And besides—it you couldn’t see the humor in that little scenario and laugh along with me at myself—you need to learn one of my mom’s old proverbs—

“Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves—for they will always be amused.”

Okay—back to the Wall Of Wonders.

One of my latest acquisitions is my GE juicer, which I use to make delicious fresh juices from fruits and vegetables. I often find produce on special at our little market, and of course our trips to the Dallas Farmer’s Market always nets me a bounty of fresh goodies. If you aren’t big on drinkin’ juices—you can use fruit juices in smoothies and other frozen desserts, and veggie juices make wonderful stock and soup ingredients. The leftover pulp from juicin’ can be used in bakin’ bread and cookies, fillers for meatloaves and meatballs, some jams, and my favorite—dehydrator crackers. You can even add it to your compost pile (you DO have one, doncha?) to help build up soil for growin’ even more delicious fruit and veg.

I love to make juice from carrots, beets, apples, celery, cukes, fresh ginger, spinach—you name it—I’ve probably tried it. I tried juicin’ a potato once many years ago….


‘Nuff said.

If you have seen the DVD FAT, SICK AND NEARLY DEAD—you know how important juicin’ can be to maintainin’ and even restorin’ good health. There are many good books and online sources for juice recipes, and pulp use ideas. There are a lot of juice blends you can make to help specific health issues, such as inflammation, asthma, weight loss, gettin’ you through a cold, etc.

I just want to share my favorite juice blend with ya’ll. I make it from the followin’ veggies, but the amounts of each vary each time I make it, due the the availability of each one, or what I’m in the mood for.

Carrots, beets, peeled ginger root, apples, peeled lemons or limes, cucumbers.

Just mix them in whatever amount you like—I love a lot of beet and carrot in mine, and enjoy. I make up a big enough batch that I can keep some in the fridge for sippin’ on throughout the day.

Once you have tasted fresh juice made at home, and then enjoyed the many ways of usin’ the leftover pulp—you won’t go back to bottled juices again. And once you feel the difference your body—you will see that a juicer is a great machine to help you save money by improving your family’s health.

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2012 by Evelyn Edgett

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Summer Is Finally Here--The Redneck Has A Cow--Wall Of Wonders Part 2

June 13, 2012

Summer has officially hit, people! Monday after I posted at the library and got some new books for the next couple of days, Obie and I started the mile and a half walk home. We had just gotten to the edge of town when lady pulled up in a small car and asked if we were walkin’ far. When she heard how far we were goin’, she informed us that it was over 100 degrees, and that we were to GET OUR BUTTS IN THE CAR!

Yeesh—now I’m gettin’ bossed by complete strangers….

I accepted the ride, however, because I had been thinkin’ that I needed to get home and check everyone’s water troughs and bowls. I knew I had left plenty of water for everyone, but I always check several times a day in hot weather. I gotta admit—I like havin’ runnin’ water and a hose to keep fillin’ up water troughs with. It beats haulin’ water buckets from rain barrels any day!

Brian gets home from work at 1:30 a.m. Most of the time he is quiet when he gets in. We talk for a time about our day, I may read aloud from whatever novel we are currently enjoyin’—just a nice relaxed end to a long day before we go to sleep.

This mornin’ however—it was not quiet at ALL. He came in the house, yellin’ and fussin’. I asked his what on earth was causin’ all this hullaballoo.

It seems that my beloved Redneck was havin’ a cow because…

…he had just HIT a cow.

Yup—he was about 300 yards from home when a Black Angus cow came shootin’ out from a driveway right in front of the truck. He said that if hed simply hit the brakes and not swerved, he would have hit the bovine straight on. As it was, he only struck the head area of the cow. It broke the lens off of the headlight, and wonkyed the fender and hood a bit.

He came around and parked at our house, and after getting’ a flashlight—he went to look for the cow. He walked up and down the road, but all he could find was some glass from the headlight lens and a part of the assembly. But no cow. We dunno if it just went back through wherever it had come out of, or what.

We made arrangements for the truck to be fixed, and I am thankful that the damage wasn’t as severe as it could have been. While we were havin’ lunch, I got a bad case of the giggles. Brian asked me what was so funny, and I replied,

“I know that God sends angels to watch over us and protect us. I just suddenly got the picture in my mind of your guardian angel, after yankin’ that cow outta the way. He had sore arms, his wings were tattered and covered in cow manure, and he was talkin’ to Jesus, shakin’ his head and sayin, “Lord—I know you gave me this guy to look after—but that guy is ROUGH on an angel!”

Irreverent, yeah—but funny…

Monday I introduced you to my WALL OF WONDERS. Here is the next installment in my postin’ about small appliances that make savin’ money and time easier…

The next item you will find on my WOW is a RONCO SHOWTIME Rotisserie. I got this a few months ago at a thrift store that was shuttin’ down due to the owner gettin’ a better business opportunity. She wanted to get rid of everything she could, so she made me a heck of a deal. I got this goodie, brand new, never been used, all the pieces, for……


Yup, you read that right--$5.00.

I had wanted to try one for years, but I just couldn’t bring myself to pay the money for one. I mean, they LOOKED like a good investment, but our budget was always too tight to buy one. But when ‘Mama D’ offered this one to me for such a low price, I snagged it fast before she regained her senses!

I’m tellin’ you folks—I love this thing almost as much as I love my crockpots. I can cook meats of any type in this thing, stuffed peppers or fish—even corn on the cob, and it doesn’t take a lot of electricity to do it. I have grilled chicken, a couple of small pork tenderloins, steaks, hot links, fish fillets, along with both smoked and boudin sausage. With only one exception—a chunk of brisket that I messed up by not realizin’ how much time it would take—everything has turned out beautifully browned and delicious.

By usin’ this grillin’ method, I have been able to improve our family’s diet even more, by servin’ lean meats, poultry and fish. There is less fat in the meat, since as it turns, the fat drips off into a pan below. I have been amazed at how much fat accumulates in the drip pan. If I want, I can use some of the drippin’s for gravy, but most of the time I simply add the fat and juices to my dog’s food.

There is a small steam tray on the top you can cook veggies in or reheat rice or other side dishes. I don’t heat up my kitchen like I would if I used my regular oven, and it cleans up really easy. If I get a shot at another one for a good price--I will get a second one to use for corn on the cob or baked potatoes while the meat is grillin’. I’m lookin’ online for recipes that will use this rotisserie in different ways—will keep ya posed on results.

Last night for supper, I shucked two fresh ears of corn, and placed them on either side of the grill basket. I then put two chicken thighs in the center of the basket and seasoned them with MONTREAL STEAK SEASONING. I set the grill timer for 45 minutes, then walked away to do other things. I also placed leftover mashed potatoes in the steam tray with a bit of water in the bottom, so that by the time the meat and corn were done—the potatoes were warmed through. When the timer dinged—we had a nice hot meal that would be perfectly set off by a fresh salad.

If you like grillin’, but don’t always have the time, or if you want to cut more fat out of your family’s diet—this little unit is great. It’s one of the few SEEN ON TV gadgets that really does what it says it will. I recommend it as a good thriftology kitchen tool.

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2012 by Evelyn Edgett

Monday, June 11, 2012

First Book Illustrations Are In--Introduction To My WALL OF WONDERS

June 11, 2012

Yesterday at church I got to see the first illustrations for the book, LESSONS AND BLESSIN'S--they are great! I am so excited how all this is comin' together. God knew exactly when we would need to come back to Texas, and when we would start attendin' our little cowboy church so we would meet up with the folks who would get me in touch with all the right folks so my dream of havin' a book published would come to pass. And not just any book--one that may actually help lead other folks to Jesus. It don't get no better than this!

Okay, today, I want to share with ya’ll one of the secrets of my success concernin’ Thriftology…


{{shiver}} oooo….sounds so excitin’, doesn’t it?

Well, it should. My ‘WOW’ is something that I have put together over the years, through careful study and thoughtful accumulation. In short, it consists of all the gadgets that help me to save money as I feed my family.

When you first walk into my little ‘cowboy cottage’, if you look to the left of the door you will see the WOW. It is a large utility shelf that I found at the curb one day when comin’ home from town. I asked the lady of the house if she was getting’ rid of it, and she told me to help myself.

So, I took it completely apart, and put the tube shelf supports into Obie’s backpack, since mine was full of groceries. Then he and I each carried at least two of the shelves as we walked bck to our house.

Once home, we cleaned off some grease and dirt that had accumulated on the shelves from bein’ stored in a garage, and once assembled, I began to put my small appliances on it. Turns out that just about every one fit on the shelf, except for a few that are just too big.

As I was lookin’ at my WOW one night, I thought that perhaps a series of posts about the different gadgets and why they made the cut, while others didn’t would be useful. Maybe by sharin’ my experiences will help ya’ll to decide if something could help you in your efforts to save money and put good meals on the table for your own family.

First, of course—every cheapskate, tightwad or thriftologist’s dream machine—the crockpot. I have two of them, both free. One was from a thrift store that had put the pot into a ‘free’ box simply because it had no lid. As it turned out—I had a box of different types of pot lids, and sure enough, I found one that fit the crock exactly. If I hadn’t had a lid at the time, I would have used foil to cover it while cookin’ until I DID find the right sized lid. So don’t turn your nose up at a crockpot without a lid at a yard sale—especially if it’s only goin’ for a buck or in a ‘free’ box. With a bit of ingenuity, you can use them quite efficiently.

The other crockpot was left here when the other occupants moved out, and the owner told me I could have it if I wished. If I wished….I’d have TWENTY of the things if I could!

I use them to cook soups, stews, etc, the usual bill of fare for frugal cookery, and I also make my fenugreek tea concentrate in them. I simply put two tablespoons of fenugreek seeds into the pot, fill it the rest of the way with water, and after settin’ it on medium heat, I let it brew four about 4 hours. Then I turn it off and let it steep overnight. In the mornin’ I strain the seeds out and funnel the liquid into a gallon jug, then fill any remainin’ space with water, to make a full gallon. This is your concentrate. You can drink it like this, but it’s a bit strong for most folk’s tastes. It is also very, well, I guess slimy is the best word I can use. However, if you have a cough—a few sips of the concentrate helps to soothe irritated tissues.

To make a refreshin’ drink that is really good for you—you take two cups of the concentrate and put them into a half gallon jug, then fill it the rest of the way with water. If you keep this mixture cold—it will be very nice to drink on a hot day. I always have a glass with me as I go about my chores. I have read that it helps with many different things, such as diabetes, chronic coughin’, and one lady at my church who drinks it reported that her blood pressure started goin’ down and she had to have her doctor adjust her medication. I dunno about any of that, but I know it’s very refreshin’ and is easier to drink a lot of instead of plain water.

As far as cookin’ soups, main dishes, etc—it’s great. Angela Coffman, over at, has a wonderful crockpot cookbook that she offers as an E-book. I have it, and I love it. I like to make small briskets in them, and if you EVER get a chance to get some plain ol’ pig’s feet from your grocery store, you can pop those into the pot, cover with water, let cook all night on medium, and the next day sort out all the small bones and any gristle. Put those aside for your dogs—they LOVE them. Next, pull out all the meat and place it on a platter, then put it in the fridge to chill. The natural gelatins in the pig’s feet solidifies around the meat and when it is sliced, you get a delicious cold dish for lunch. And let’s not forget that broth left in the crock! You can cook rice, noodles or potatoes in it, use it in gravies and sauces, or, if you have a lot of it—add it to your dog’s dry food—they will ADORE you for it. When I yell “PIG JUICE!”—I get mobbed. I tell them I squeezed a fresh pig just for them.

You can use a crockpot for makin’ home made yogurt. There all kinds of easy recipes online—over at, Trent has a good photo tutorial on how to make it.

Of course, dried beans are a natural for crockpots, with the slow even heat makin’ your job easier.

Here is a family favorite of ours that is so easy to make and very tasty, too.

Southwestern Chalipas
1 (4 pound) pork roast
1 pound dried pinto beans
1 (4 ounce) can chopped green chile peppers
2 tablespoons chili powder
2 teaspoons cumin seed
1 teaspoon dried oregano
salt and pepper to taste
1 quart water
1 (16 ounce) package corn chips

1. In a slow cooker, combine pork roast, pinto beans, chile peppers, chili powder, cumin seed, oregano, salt, pepper, and water. Cover, and simmer on Low for 4 hours.
2. Shred meat, removing any bones and fat. Cover, and continue cooking for 2 to 4 more hours. Add more water if necessary.
3. Place corn chips on serving plates. Spoon pork mixture over chips, and serve with desired toppings.

Crockpots aren’t just for evenin’ meals. You can make several types of breakfast foods in them—just put the ingredients in at night, and you can wake up to a healthy, delicious breakfast without a lot of work.

Havin’ a holiday party? Use your unit to keep spiced apple cider warm, or cheese dips nice and melty for pourin’.

If you run across those tiny units that are used for potpourri, you can clean them really good and use them to keep small batches of salsa and other dips warm.

If you are into craftin’ with hot glue—drop your leftover glue sticks into a small unit, and keep it on low. You can them simply dip the stems of artificial flowers or other craft components into the melted glue and attach them to whatever you want.

A crockpot is one of those machines that every serious thriftologist needs in their kitchen. It can save you time and money, since you can start a meal early in the mornin’ before you leave for work or a day of errands,, and by the time you get home—you have food ready for dinner, and by just addin’ a bread (from your trusty bread machine—more on those later), and a salad, you can keep from havin’ to order out for pizza, or make a last minute dash to the drive through window.

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2012 by Evelyn Edgett

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Happy National Hair Dresser's Day--In Praise Of Small Texas Towns

June 7, 2012

I just learned that today is National Hair Dresser's Day. I am amendin' my post to say thank you to all the men and women who cut and style hair. I especially want to thank Jana and Erin at The Beauty Center--YOU LADIES ROCK!

Now back to our regularly scheduled post....


Yesterday was a ‘RAINAPALOOZA’!

The Redneck dropped Obie and I off at the library so I could post my blog and do a few other things online. (Father, PLEASE let me get internet at the house SOMEDAY!)

He looked at the sky off to the west and said, “You SURE you wanna go in today? It looks like it’s gonna come down hard.”

I told him, “Baby—this post is important enough, I will risk a little water. Besides, as mama once told me—sugar melts and poop floats…so I’m perfectly safe!”

Yeah—I know. She also once told me that if I was outside at night and someone grabbed me—get them under a street light and they would let me go…

…and I sometimes STILL wonder why I am so weird….

As I was sayin’…I was workin’ on the computer, and suddenly I heard thunder rattle the library windows. I looked out the window and it was comin’ down so hard you couldn’t see the gas station across the street. Water was flowin’ down the street so deep the curb was actually covered.

I’m thinkin’ about how we can work our walkin’ home route, when I get informed by the librarians that we are to wait until closin’, and THEY WILL TAKE US HOME.

Yeesh. You don’t argue with Miz. D. I TRY sometimes—but it don’t work. That lady knows her mind, and she stands for no rebellion—no matter if I am 55 years old.

So, Obie and I spend the next half hour or so pickin’ out some new books, and then one of the ladies takes us home. It’s mostly in a small town you come across folks like that, ya know?
Like this mornin’, when I had to come into town for some groceries we were needin’. It wasn’t gonna be a major shoppin’ trip, and since Obie and I would be comin’ into town later, I decided to let him stay home with Brian.

I got the things we needed, and one of the sackers, a young man named Jojo, took them out to the truck n began loadin’ them into the front seat. Jojo is a very quiet and shy young man--he hardly ever speaks except to ask how you’re doin’. We say hello when we see each other on the street, but there are no big discussions.

Suddenly, he stops puttin’ bags in the truck, and his head begins to swivel about like a bobble head doll. He has an almost panicked look on his face.

“What’s wrong, Jojo?,” I asked.

“Where is he?”

“Your son—where is he? Did he stay in the store?”

“Wha—oh!” I figured out that he hadn’t realized that Obie wasn’t with me today, and he was worried that we had accidentally left him behind.

I assured him that Obie was safe at home, and he relaxed. He just always saw my son with me, and he wanted to be sure that Obie was safe.

I know that if I am in our local grocery store, I don’t have to worry about Obie if he gets separated from me. It doesn’t happen very often, but sometimes we do get separated in the store. I know the folks that work there keep an eye out on all the children who come in, but they really take notice of Obie and where he is. I know he would never be allowed to go outside by himself or with someone other than myself, my husband, or Obie’s father.

When we are walkin’ home down the country roads, there is a gentleman who drives a little golf cart back and forth, and when he sees us he always stops to give Obie and I a lift to the stop sign where he turns off to go home.

These are just a few of the examples of how folks here show their care and love for not only our family, but others in the community. I love small towns. I miss the towns in Oklahoma and our friends there. What has made it easier for us to move away from there has been the folks here who stepped back into their roles as friends and neighbors as soon as they found we were back.

If you are a small town citizen—think about how you can care for other folks. If you have an elderly neighbor—check on them from time to time. Ask if you can pick something up from the store when you are goin’. Offer a ride to church for a family that may not have the gas money to go otherwise. I’m not sayin’ adopt folks—but be aware that there are needs in your community that you can meet with simple actions.

Even something as simple as donatin’ aluminum cans to a fireworks fund for the 4th of July can be a big thing.

Take a batch of homemade goodies to the local firehouse for the volunteer fire fighters. Donate time to the local food pantry. Check for clothin’ drives with the area churches. Better yet—start one of your own, collectin’ good coats, sweaters, and other winter clothing throughout the year, and then when cold weather hits—have a giveaway in the parkin’ lot of the grocery store.

You don’t have to donate a new wing to a hospital (although if you have that opportunity, I say take it) but you CAN, by simple, carin’ actions that are meant from the heart, build up your community in ways that will not drain you financially, emotionally or physically.

Let’s look at it realistically, folks. If you don’t pitch in your part, and I don’t pitch in my part…

…pretty soon we won’t have a part to pitch in.

Well, I got chores. Later ya’ll.
© 2012 by Evelyn Edgett

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

An Urgent Plea For Prayer

June 6, 2012

Today I have a serious prayer request—in fact, I consider this a clarion call to any and all Christians around the world who may be reading this blog today.

A few weeks ago, I asked for prayer for a family that was going through some serious stuff, and yet I never said what the issues were. Today, I will explain as much as I possibly can without jeopardizing the situation.

There is a family with five children, three of who are now adults and living away from home. There are still two minor boys in the home. The father has sexually molested all five of his children during their lifetimes. He has admitted to this, on tape, and one of the grown children is pressing charges against him, trying to bring him to some form of justice. The mother has divorced the father, and is trying to protect her younger sons as best she can, by keeping them away from him when he has a scheduled visitation. There is an criminal investigation in progress, but the father has not been charged as yet.

There was a hearing this week as to the visitations and a judge has refused to take into account any of the evidence submitted about the situation. He simply declared that since there is to be a permanent custody hearing in 15 days—he just upheld the original visitation set up in the divorce.

This means that the father will have access to his sons one day during the week, and he will have them for the entire weekend every other weekend. It is only for 15 days, until the permanent custody hearing, and then there will hopefully be a solution to this situation that will protect the boys.

Today the father will have his first visitation with his sons after school. I am asking—no, I am BEGGING for prayer for these two boys, their mother and the other children as they go through this situation.

I am also asking for prayer for the father. I ask that God will intervene in his life, and deliver him from this abomination of behavior. I have been told by professional counselors that people such as this man can NEVER be healed of this evil.

And yet…

Luke 1:37 says, “For with God nothing is impossible.”
Luke 18:27, “But He said, “The things which are impossible with men are possible with God.”
Matthew 19:26, “But Jesus looked at them and said to them, “With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

People, I serve a God of miracles. I know that He can change this situation into something good. He can heal this entire family, He can free these children from their past—in fact, I have seen this already happening in several instances. I understand that the father has free will and can ignore what he knows is right so he can continue this evil. I know there is a bigger picture to be seen, and that I don’t have to know what the future holds for this family, because God knows.

Right now, I am simply doing the only thing I can. This is ultimately a spiritual war—as it says in Ephesians 6:12, “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against powers and principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”

So, as in any war—I am rallying the troops, calling to duty all prayer warriors, asking that they will do battle on behalf of two young men who have no choice in this matter.

This IS my chore today. Thank you all in advance for your prayers.
© 2012 by Evelyn Edgett

Monday, June 4, 2012

Over 5,000 Hits!--Debbie MaComber Book Reivew--And Bring On The Scary

June 4, 2011

Wow, I have had over 5,000 hits on my blog since it’s beginnin’!

When I check my stats—I am always amazed at not only how many hits I get—but where they are from. I have had visitors to my blog from the United States, South Korea, Japan, Russia, Germany, England, and Latvia. It floors me to think that I have anything to say that folks from these countries would be interested in. When I found that folks from Bangladesh had been here—I was really flabbergasted.

Well, anyways, I am bein’ made aware that there is an entire world community out there who reads my digital scribblin’s, and that I need to always be mindful of what I write, in order that I may not embarrass the cause of Christ. I ask that my readers pray for me that I stay outta the way, and let Him work through whatever posts He leads me to write. I ask that I never whine or moan, even when I am writin’ about a legitimate complaint. Please, Father, don’t let me run down other people. Instead, let me always strive to lift up people and encourage them in this life. Keep bitterness far away from my words. I ask that whatever I write be scripturally correct—even when I take my own personal ‘unique’ approach to the Gospel.

Just let me be REAL, Lord.

Okay—that was deep.

I have found another wonderful book to share with ya'll. If you have ever read any of Debbie Macomber’s novels—you know how beautifully she writes fiction. My favorite ones are the stories that revolve around a yarn shop on Blossom Street. I don’t knit, but the way she writes almost makes me want to learn how.

In ONE PERFECT WORD: One Word Can Make All The Difference, Debbie tells of how she has, for about the last twenty years, taken a single word, such as Hunger, Trust, Brokeness, Surrender, and others, and studied it for a year. I mean she really gets into each individual word, learning its every nuance and meaning.
Using passages from her personal prayer journals, anecdotes from her own and other’s lives, Debbie shows how we can each change our own lives through embracing a single concept for a time, and truly coming to understand how God uses that concept to teach us and help us in our growth.

I really recommend ONE PERFECT WORD, and also anything else you can get your hands on by Debbie Macomber. You will be blessed.

When I was readin’ the book, I thought, “Wow—I want to do this, Lord!” I want to dig deeper into these words and ideas that You have for me. When December gets here—I’ll be all ready to get my word to study for 2013!”

That is what I thought….


God let me know real quick that HE had other plans for me—like that was a surprise!

I recently received a DVD from a friend—HIND’S FEET ON HIGH PLACES, and as I was watchin’ it—I got the word from God that I was supposed to begin studyin’ NOW, and not the end of the year.

I had to ask Him THREE TIMES before I was certain that this was from HIM, and not anywhere else.

Any guesses as to which word He chose for me?




Come ON, Lord—FEAR?

Why not Joy, Wisdom, Love, Blessing, FASTING?


It has taken me some time, but I came to this conclusion. There are TWO kinds of fear.

There is anxiety, as in fearin’ God’s gonna ‘getcha’. That kind of fear is brought on by either sin in your life that is unconfessed, or by ignorance of Who God really IS.

Then there is the fear mentioned in Proverbs 1:7,

“The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction.”

This is a reverential awe—a deep respect that flows up out of your soul and shakes you to your core as you realize that the Creator of the universe, the One Who was, is and always will be…

…loves you.

Yup—He does.

I know, I know—it freaked me out the first time I really GOT it, too.

The other day at the library, Miz Doris asked me, “How are you?”, and I replied with my usual answer,

“If I get any more blessed—it’s gonna get scary.”

She gave me ‘the look’, and said,

“I don’t think that being blessed should be considered scary.”

“Miz D—I ain’t sayin’ that bein’ BLESSED is scary. I’m sayin’ that to witness the
power of God as He releases it into my life is so awe inspirin’—I would be a fool NOT to fear Him.”

This is gonna get interestin’….bring on the scary.

Well, I got chores. Later ya’ll.
© 2012 by Evelyn Edgett