Respect is So Important…..

I have no chance of carrying on a conversation with someone who doesn’t like, much less respect me. It is a word that means just that. Respect is paying attention for a moment to someone, and treating them with dignity they deserve. It is allowing blunders, and fumbled words, but showing care, love, and concern for someone who may not be as talented, or well off as you are. It is giving attention to all people even those who are in dire situations.

A person cannot help what state he was born in. My parents were making very little when I was born. Both were teachers at a Bible college, and they don’t pay much more than room and board. Another mouth to feed was probably a surprise. My father named all of us, and I was named for my mother, Ruby, and for a missionary. So I thought by the time I was in first grade that I would become a missionary like the person I was named for.

Respect is looking a person in the eyes and talking with them without fear of being put down, made fun of, or slandered later. Respect is giving someone confidence when they have been in an environment that has given them little respect. Many women live in this kind of home. They grew up in a home where they were ignored, or allowed to have their way. Many pretty girls have to learn that life is not easy after they marry and leave home.

Life is not easy, and people will not always respect you just because you demand respect from them at the time. They may hate you for doing that, and someday they may sass you in front of an audience. You can bully someone until someone comes to their rescue. Bullies are really cowards. They find an empty room to say their words. They love to hurt people, and yell loudly. They are far from knowing Christ.

God can make you into someone who has confidence in the Lord. I will trust in God, and not be afraid. Trust comes first, then the fear leaves. I know.

I know. I am still praying about some people who bother me. I will wind up talking to them, because I know that God doesn’t like pride, and arrogance either. Respect comes from a heart that is repenting, and loving. Hate the sin, but love the person. That is what I have been taught, but what I see is judge the person, and hate the sin, and shout, yell, get angry, or what ever you have to do to make a person respect you. It doesn’t work. The victim will step back and quit communicating. That is what a bully wants.

Sin is sin. Pride and arrogance are sins. One sin is sin, and another is not more sinful than the other. No sin can get into heaven. Are you sure an arrogant, angry person is going to heaven. I’m not. God says by their fruit you will know them. If they are arrogant, and proud, they won’t go to heaven, because pride is the opposite of humility. The person with pride will fall.

Whipping Cream……More on this Subject.

I noticed that the stats went up when I talked about how to make home-made whipping cream. The reason I learned to make it was because I was there at the right time. My mother-in-law knew how to cook. She learned from her Mom and others around her. Cooking was a specialty when she grew up. People took things from the farm and produced wonderful dishes. They had cows for fresh milk, and they made their own butter, cheese, and raised hens for eggs.

That life style has long gone for people like me who have lived in the city a good part of my life. I was exposed to making things. My mother made things from scratch, but I never appreciated her hard work. The food was different, and I didn’t like home-made bread, or jelly. I loved fruit before it was canned. She went to trouble for the family, but I didn’t like what she made. Not till way later did I realize that she was really a career woman who was retired because of 3 children who came along in her marriage to my Dad. My mother could have run standard oil, so home was organized, and standardized. We got up daily at the same time, and there was little heat when we got up to touch the floor.

We had a schedule for everything. Talk about organized! There were times for imagination, and I remember role playing as a teacher for my classroom. It was no guess when I said that I would be a teacher that it was God’s will. I was teaching everything around me. My dolls, the children I played with, and eventually I was one of the youngest teachers in teaching the Bible to children.

Cooking in those days was by the recipe book. Mother did allow for me to take the kitchen and do my thing. I mixed oil and water together, and discovered that they don’t dissolve into one thing. You can shake the mixture and they may for a moment, but then they separate.

Whipping Cream played an big part in my life. When had it on pancakes, we played with it for our faces. Mother let us be as imaginative as we wanted to be. We had all day to play, run, join others in games, and live like kids who were happier outside than inside. We climbed trees, rode horses, played kickball, and softball, and sledded in the Winter. We walked with Dad, and Mom stayed home to rest, and cook. We took piano lessons, and it taught us structure, and about things that will never change. Adding runs was a no-no, and we had to play right by the note. I sight read every time I came for a lesson. If I didn’t get it right, then we sat there and figured it out.

My teacher was known for being tough, but she loved me. She taught me what I know about music. When we changed teachers, the learning stopped, even though this was a very talented person. I never had another teacher like her. She was kind, gentle, and firm. She was never rude, mean, and bossy. We learned to like each other and I laughed, and progressed because I was secure. She was human.

Views are Up to 45! I Have More to Say…………..

Thanksgiving has been wonderful. The turkey turned out nicely. It was tender! The gravy was fine, and all the food turned out. We ate until we could not eat any longer. Turkey has a way of making you feel full. We didn’t eat dessert yet.

I didn’t nap. I have still been cleaning. I found some things to rinse off, and scrub. They were trays that we have collected over the years. I washed them up. They come in handy at times. Then I started organizing the spices. I found two things to put them on. One is a wooden turn table. It turns and I can pick out the spices I need. I do need to have a way of organizing them by type. I am working on it.

I scrubbed some more where the spices have been . At least organizing them made them come out of the shoe boxes and onto a platform where I can get to them more easily. I was thinking about organizing them into sets of spices. How do you organized your spices.

I have been married a long time, but my spices are in a container now, instead of in a cabinet. They have become plentiful. They are running over the kitchen. So I took them out, and put them on a turn table, and on another platform. They look better, and the corner does too.

I found a passage again. It is the same one I have had for a while. So I studied it some more.
Look at Jeremiah 16:19-21

This is not much to read, but it is so encouraging. This is one reason to read the Word. I try not to be lax about reading my Bible. God shows me things to know, to write down, and to go over, like I am studying for a test.
This is one of the recent passages.

Who is Jeremiah addressing in the passage? It looks like the LORD (God) is his strength, and His refuge in the time of distress. Are you in distress? God is your refuge if you will kneel and give yourself to Him. He can be the one you call on, and come to daily for help. He is my refuge. I gave my heart away to Him. I am His child from head to toe, inside and out, and all around. Some people might doubt this. But I know whom I have put my trust in, and whom I believe. Jeremiah has a close walk with God, that is obvious.

You might say, “I guess so. He wrote something that is in the Bible.”
I’m not ignoring that, but I am pointing out a fact. Jeremiah had a close walk with God, and so can you.
He calls Him LORD. This is God the Father.

O LORD……..God the Father
He is submitted to God head to toe, inside and out and all around.

My strength…..He recognizes spiritual strength comes from walking closely with God. God is His LORD. He bows to Him on the inside as well as on His knees.

How long has it been since you bowed to God Almighty? I try to bow to Him daily, and I pick a time to have my reading when the household is busy, or not coming in and out of the den where I study. The television is in there, and it is often turned on, even though I have begun studying, or been studying. I find an early time to get there, and no…..I don’t turn on the television to have a time with God. My knees bow to Him frequently, and I hope daily. I don’t remember. That is not the point. God is My Father, and He takes care of me, and talks to me after someone has spoken harshly, or been mean to me. He comforts me, and always has.
Life in a preacher’s home is like when you grew up, only the Bible is injected. Church is a must, and we are suppose to be Christians. At times we act like we don’t even know Him, and other times we are humble instead of full of pride.

When you go through the rough places….it is God who brings us out shining on the other side. Either we go Home to Glory, or we live longer. God wants us to be STEADFAST, UNMOVEABLE, ALWAYS ABOUNDING IN THE WORK OF THE LORD..FOR WE KNOW OUR LABOR IS NOT IN VAIN IN THE LORD.”

I BELIEVE THAT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE VERSES. PLANT THE WORD INSIDE YOU AND IT WILL COME UP WITH THE WEEDS. THE WORD WILL GROW AND SURVIVE, AND THE WEEDS WILL QUIT WHEN YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT THEM.

DON’T ALLOW THE STRONGHOLDS TO COME UP INSIDE YOU.BREAK THE STRONGHOLDS, BY SAYING, “I COME AGAINST THIS STRONGHOLD IN MY LIFE IN JESUS NAME. I TELL IT TO GO, AND IT IS BROKEN. YOU HAVE TO STAND UP TO IT.

ANGER IS A STRONGHOLD IN MANY OF US. IT RISES UP AND HURTS THOSE AROUND YOU. OFTEN SELF IS OUT OF CONTROL AND ON A ROLE TO KNOCK ALL OF US DOWN. STOP TRYING TO CORRECT EVERYONE ELSE. YOU HAVE PLENTY TO WORK ON WITHOUT TRYING TO FIX SOMEONE ELSE.

GOD HAS SOMETHING MORE FOR YOU. BREAK THE STRONGHOLDS SO HE CAN TALK TO YOU.

GOD IS INTERESTED STILL IN THE NATIONS…….ESPECIALLY ISREAL.

IN THIS PASSAGE GOD IS SAYING THAT HE WILL MAKE THEM KNOW HIS GREAT NAME.

HIS NAME IS GREAT, AND GREATLY TO BE PRAISED. HE MADE THEM KNOW HIS POWER.

WHEN CHIRST AROSE FROM THE DEAD THAT WAS THE POWER OF GOD THAT DID THIS. HE IS GOD’S SON AND HE HAS THE POWER TO RESSURECT YOU FROM YOUR COMPLACENCY TO KNOW HIM. YOU ARE DEAD IN YOUR TRESSPASSES AND SINS, BUT GOD WANTS TO MAKE YOU COME ALIVE SPIRITUALLY THROUGH JESUS CHRIST. BELIEVE AND BE SAVED. TRUST IN CHRIST AS YOUR OWN SAVIOR. HE LOVES YOU!

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God is good. The stats are up. Wow! I am glad to be writing. It encourages me to see how many are coming by Rubies Corner’s Blog. I hope you have had a Wonderful Thanksgiving. I must get supper now, because Ed will be coming home any minute. He may be hungry again.

Spiritual Warfare 2 More on This Subject

I am talking to those who have accepted Christ as their own personal Savior. I would like to write more about this topic, Spiritual Warfare. So I have put a “2” but I might have written several more times about this. I have grown, and I want to talk more.

I became a born again Christian when I was 8 years old, but I received assurance of my salvation when I was 12. I dealt with me, until I knew if I died, I would go to heaven. You need to make sure also. There are Christian Book stores where you can read about how to become a born again Christian. Or you can listen to what I say, and apply.

Many people make the commitment, and then they live like hell. I don’t believe in doing this. Yes, once saved, you are saved, but what are you doing going back to the pig-pen? When Christ forgive you, and you commit your
life to Him, He expects you to live for Christ because it made a difference. You are a new creature. OLD things are passed away, and everything is new. Get out of the dirt, and start reading your Bible, and find a church to go to and to get involved in every time the doors are open.

You can’t be out there on your own. Receive Christ as your own Personal Savior, and Lord. Then find a church that You and Christ can go to. He lives inside you by the power of the Holy Spirit. God talks. He will tell you, if you ask.

Luke 15 is wonderful. Read it and see what God’s reaction is to those who come to Him, repent, and receive Christ. All heaven is stirred.

Did you see this one?

Did you see this one?

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The daisies were freshly cut, and I kept them in a vase in the refrigerator until I finished painting them. I put them in my left hand, and painted them with my right hand. I have an easel, so I could set them down for a moment.

I love to paint in the sunshine, but on a Winter day, I might paint at home at the table….for hours. Then I have to find something to eat for supper. I rush around and have the meal ready by the time Ed comes home. We have had talks about doing art instead of cooking. I love to paint, and yes, I get into it and get carried away.

MORE ABOUT PIES…………….

There is nothing better than good pie dough. I use Pillsbury rollout pie dough because it tastes like I want a pie crust to taste…..flaky, simple, and it has taste.

I have made my own pie crusts before. My mother-in-law did, and I copied her method, which was stirrup the flour, water, and shorting without a recipe. I had to count what she did and go home and try. I must have tried 20 times until I found Pillsbury. It makes a roll out dough that Mom started using. I figured if it was good enough for her, then I could quit making my own dough also. Maybe Ed was relieved.

He has overdosed on pie before. I made one, his mom made two, and by the next day he was sick. We didn’t realize how much dough he had eaten in two days. Both of us were pushing our pies. I was new at it, but better, and of course he wasn’t going to refuse a pie. I laugh now, but he was in misery!

I have known people to make a pie and not add enough sugar. It was sour. I kept a straight face but I should have told the young man that it was good except a pie is sweet because it is a pie. It’s not a pie if it isn’t sweet.

I learned from a good cook. I was willing to take a chance and make pies from scratch. There were plenty that I threw out, and finally I learned to make a pie. You take pie shell from the Pillsbury box, unroll them, and add the filling. Pray over them, and add one cup of sugar for most pies. A cup of sugar goes a long way, and any more is way too much. I make apple pies, pumpkin pies, and custard pies. I can make most any kind of pie, because I have kept at it, and learned from my mistakes. When I found that Mom thought the store bought dough was fine, I signed with relief. I could make pies now.

I am thankful for my mother-in-law, and sister in law. They have taught me many things about cooking. I am thankful for my sister, and parents. I am trying to stay thankful for my little sister. She did want me to become the best, but she tried me so I would. She is gone to Glory. I am thankful for the art materials she gave me, and her humor. She and I would laugh and laugh over what I would illustrate.

“What is that, Ruby?”
“It’s a water faucet.” Then I burst out laughing and so did she. She never showed me how to draw something, but she encouraged me to study, and to try. She gave me pencils that would be used for fine water-color, and she was a water-color artist herself.

She knew I had no training, but at times I was exasperated with her laughter. She would encourage, and draw it freehand quickly. I could draw that, and I learned. I believe she encouraged many to use the pen, pencil, or the paint brush. She was extremely talented, but she did give me some wonderful pointers, and most of the time she was patient. She knew not to put me down, because I was trying so hard.

“If a good artist had spent the time I did, they would be famous!” she told me.