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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Don't Lick the Bowl

It couldn’t be the new guy I’m seeing that lured me into the kitchen, now could it? After all...I forewarned him that this girl does not cook. Boiling water and scrambling an egg...is about the extent of my cooking abilities. I’ve joked for years...I’d better marry a man who cooks or likes to eat out...because if he’s depending on me...he’ll go hungry.

But tonight I made my way into the kitchen...and dared to try my hand at impressing Chris with my limited cooking skills. With recipe book in hand...I pulled out a sure thing to impress a chocolate lover. The Pièce de résistance...a chocolate Kahlúa Bunt Cake.

This cake is so choke full of rich and fating ingredients...that it’s positively sinful. Being that the cake has a cup of Kahlúa I had to remind myself...don’t lick the bowl.

I’m hoping if my cooking doesn’t kill Chris...perhaps I’ll have another date. If it does...well hey...I forewarned him...I don’t cook. Well...on occasion...it’s been known to happen...but don’t get used to it! Good golly I hope he doesn’t expect this often!

Don’t Lick the Bowl... Kahlúa Cake

1 Box of Devil’s Food Cake
4 Eggs
¾ Cup of Oil
1 Cup of Sour Cream
1 Cup of Kahlúa

Mix the above ingredients...and add 6 ounces of mini chocolate chips. Pour in to bunt cake pan and bake at 350 degree for 45 minutes.

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My Colors Will Be Clear

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight seeing, smooth knees, color-less dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, "chinchy" giving and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need position, promotions, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my destination is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few. My Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of the One that gave me life, drew the line in blood for me in the hour of my destiny.

I am one of Christ's remnant people. I belong to Him and none other. All I do to bring this life to another is done because of that blood covenant poured out for me.

I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. I must share will all that one more might hear and be drawn from the flaming darkness that longs to consume. Reach for another, touch but one more!

Until that moment...He will have no problem in recognizing me- my colors will be clear!!!

Not only are the words inspiring but so is the man behind them. The above letter was written by a Pastor in Africa who was undergoing severe persecution. On the eve of his execution he sat down and wrote the above note.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Don't Lick the Bowl

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