No Bake – Turtles with Fresh Blueberries Repost

Not my Recipe but good photo
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Food articles touting healthy ingredients are always appealing to me.

I work in the dental field, and contrary to what a person might think, Dentists and staff consume just about as much sugary junk as the next person. The big difference is that they know how to remove the residue from their teeth and mouths so it won’t linger around for the bacteria to feast upon and then create acids which cause decay!

What always got to me though, is that the stuff they didn’t want in their mouths went into their bodies. What happens to THAT residue?

Most everything on the market is modified in some way or has harmful additives, so I try to come up with ways to have a little decadence with fewer of the drawbacks – which means a lot fewer artificial ingredients! In these Turtles I use Xylitol instead of sugar.

Xylitol is available at: http://www.vitacost.com/


I honestly can’t provide the exact proportions because I did a pretty good job of eyeballing it until the texture was right.

3/4 bag semi sweet Chocolate chips (melted in a bowl in the Microwave)

2-3 Tablespoons your favorite liquid coffee (stir in)

About 2 cups Organic granola w flax seeds and pumpkin seeds

Flax meal – just a few pinches

1/2 cup dried cranberries


Tsp Xylitol (a natural alternative to sugar)

1+ cups of fresh blueberries

Soften the chocolate chips in large glass bowl in microwave
Add Xylitol and cranberries

Begin adding granola.

Sir in, and add some coffee liquid when needed to soften the mix.
Mix everything together gently – add blueberries last

Drop by spoonfuls on cutting board or cookie sheet to set and harden – about 20 minutes.

This post has been entered in Ann Kroeker’s, Food on Fridays 
Do visit her site and gather up some delicious and nutritious recipes.

 

A Survival Plan for the Home Repost

 

At our home, we are extremely interested in being frugal, in stretching our hard-earned dollars, and last, but not least, in survival. How many people are really prepared when disaster strikes? So many people are caught off-guard, and are devastated.

California recently experienced some unexpected tornadoes! Who would have thought? Yes,calamity can hit anywhere, including one’s home.

There are things WE can do NOW to avert future challenges! Proverbs tells us that the sluggard used the lion-in-the-street story as an excuse to do nothing. We are given the example of the ant. Obviously, God expects us to “take a lesson.”

People whine that they don’t have the funds to buy expensive foods that store for 30 years, or they don’t have the time to research what to do. Yet, they manage to plan for Direct TV or acquire the latest Smartphone.

Planning is actually much simpler that it seems. If a person puts aside a few things month after month, soon he will have what he did not have previously!

Rubbermaid containers, 5-gallon pail buckets, freezer bags or a seal-a-meal, are handy helpers. It’s a learn-as-you-go type of thing!

Numerous resources on the Web are available to help, and they examine many scenarios. This is especially good for those with small to moderate finances to invest.

Apart from having to vacate premises because of a storm threat or other catastrophe, a person’s home is their dearest asset. In the future, it may be necessary for large numbers of people to be able to exist in place – in their own home – in an emergency.

What if power or water were unavailable for several days? Given that stores only stock a two to three-day inventory, what happens if catastrophic circumstances, occurring elsewhere, impede services at home? It is worth considering.

It is difficult to know exactly where to begin. So, start here. Take a few minutes and check out this site and view its many different suggestions. A Survival Plan – Develop a Plan to Survive and Thrive http://t.co/AJul91b

Be sure to bookmark this site for later reference. Save it to your favorites.

Some items for consideration may be:

· Garden: Build a raised Planter Box

· Budget: Money does matter and this will help

· Disaster: (hope not) but good to be prepared.

· Security: at home and on the road

· Physical fitness:

· A list of other informative sites you will want to visit.

Home is where the heart is, and may your home be safe and prepared.

 
This post is shared at:  “Tell Me a True Story”

 http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/

 

From the Trenches

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Many times as I am spending time in prayer, words rise up for someone.  And so it was today.   These words are for you! 

From the Trenches…

God’s Holy power delivers us
In all the things that makes life rough

 
The words we speak, can set us free
Mountains will be forced into the sea.

 
But we forget His mighty Hand
Is strong to save, and help us stand.

 
His promises shore our every step
His Loves leaves us with no regret.

His Holy Spirit rests strong on you
Your words and deeds ring loud and true!

 
A soldier mighty,  A warrior strong!
In your heart, God’s battle song.

Go forth!  Go forth, obedient son.
God has the enemy on the run.

As you speak God’s Word today,
Watch what He does, when you pray.

 
Not only on others will blessings fall,
They’ll chase you down. You’ll have a ball!

 
It’s all on God.  His timing’s right
Don’t let go – Keep up the fight!
Thought for the day:  A good fight is one that you win.   The good news is ……we win!
This post is Linked to Shanda’s On your Heart Tuesday

And at Hazel’s Tell Me a Story:  http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/

The Race is Not to the Swift

Refrain:

The race is not to the swift,
Neither the battle to the strong
And the slave who worked with broken back
Has now become a son

And the race is NOT to the swift,
Neither the battle to the strong.
For the slave who worked with broken back
Has now become a son!

The God who girds me
With His strength
Teaches my hands to war!
A bow of bronze
Can I now bend
My soul does HE restore!
Refrain:

The race is not to the swift,
Neither the battle to the strong.
And the slave who worked with broken back
Has now become a son.

And the race is NOT to the swift,
Neither the battle to the strong.
For the slave who worked with broken back
Has now become a son!

What God tells me
In the dark
In the day will I speak out
What He whispers
In my ear
From the rooftops I will shout!

Refrain:

The race is not to the swift,
Neither the battle to the strong.
And the slave who worked with broken back
Has now become a son.

And the race is NOT to the swift,
Neither the battle to the strong.
For the slave who worked with broken back
Has now become a son!
With me stand and
Worship raise
Let natural fear subside
In the praising
God reveals
How we can turn the tide

Refrain:

The race is not to the swift,
Neither the battle to the strong.
And the slave who worked with broken back
Has now become a son.

And the race is NOT to the swift,
Neither the battle to the strong.
For the slave who worked with broken back
Has now become a son!
Maybe there was No change, but there is HOPE!

God is counting on his Prayer warriors to get with it
And not lose momentum!
This ought to be fun!
We can still deny evil the right to exist and operate.
Pull down the strongholds in your part of the world.
See the hand of the Lord move!  

Nancy

This post is Linked with Michelle’sHear it on Sunday Use it on Monday

Also shared at Hazel’s: “Tell Me a True Story” http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/

A Muddied, Mushy Mess (repost)

Oh No – Mud
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Honestly, I don’t know what it is about our society, but a good majority of people just can’t seem to keep their word!

I had been waiting since early morning for the construction crew to arrive.  My husband had done minor demolition on the outside of our house, but today was the day that all the old siding and rotten wood were to be removed. – gutted, might more appropriate.  Even the windows have to come out!  No fun!

Things are askew in nearly every room. Now somewhat bare, my whole office had to be displaced.  The computer is in one room, the copier in another, files elsewhere, and so on.

No phone call!  No crew by 1pm!   Without the window coverings, the room stayed frigid.  Of all months for these needed repairs, January!  This was supposed to have been started last October and kept getting pushed back because the previous contractors chose not to keep their word.  Even the animals’ continual pacing from room to room marked my own edgy, restless feelings.

Why isn’t that phone ringing?  In the past week, every time the phone has rung, it has been bad news for my pocketbook!

The next session of my small Dental Assisting Schoolis scheduled to run in just four weeks and the only people calling either want to attend for free, need free dental work, or the worst….are withdrawing from the class!   Without enough sign-ups, I won’t be able to run the class as planned.  Worry nagged at me.

A knock at the door – finally!  Only one guy, leaving supplies for tomorrow.  I open the garage and he tells me, to move this and that.  In heeled, slip-on boots, I was sent scurrying, lifting and pushing things way too bulky and heavy for me.   Lugging a huge tote out of the garage, I stepped onto the mushy lawn.  My shoe sank in the mire.  My foot came out of the shoe and I continued moving, falling over!  Sore and soaked, I was also a muddied, mushy mess!

I was aware of frustration trying to overtake me.   I knew I had to get it in check!!   Thank God, prayer came easily and so did peace.  Putting things back into perspective is good exercise.

I headed for the bathroom to clean up.  The phone rang, so I hobbled to grab it.  A small voice asked if she could make an appointment.  Here we go again!

Mustering patience, I asked if she was calling about the school or if she was looking for a dentist.  She needed a dentist who worked on a sliding scale.  I explained about the dental assisting school, and discouragement was evident on her end.  Slimy stuff fell from my clothes. I desperately wanted to get back to what I was doing, but something grabbed at my gut, so I reached for my chair.

Hesitantly, she answered my questions. This young lady had been released from a hospital where she received care for a skin condition that could be fatal if left untreated. Multiple hospitalizations and meds had left her teeth in a weakened condition. They were broken and decayed; one was badly abscessed. 
 
She had no job, no money, and no dental insurance.  Children screeched in the background while she explained that she was not complaining but was willing to step up and do her part.  That’s why the call.

Ideas for a letter campaign to her local dentists flooded my thoughts.  She loved them!  Then there’s Craigslist.  We put together info for an ad.   We talked about Barter.  Other ideas came up.  Her voice started to tremor.  She thanked me over and over for taking time with her.

A pause, a deep breath and then she confided in me a little more about her disorder. Did she say she was only 27?  Stunned for a moment, I realize that I have lived more than twice as long as she is old.  She may not make it to twice her age!

Muddy Mess
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I studied my muddy feet as I listened; aching muscles and joints started to scream. My thoughts drifted. A few of my own teeth have compromised crowns, and expensive issues that won’t be covered by insurance.  And now?  I don’t have a new student prospect either!

Smacked by a good dose of humiliation, I snapped out of my self-preoccupation!  Of course, I couldn’t fix all her problems, but I DO know her name, and……..she was sent to ME!

The One who can get in the middle of Carly’s situation is a good friend of mine!  After all, we just talked about my attitude and problems earlier, and He gave me his full attention and assured me that He had it all under control.

I listened for a break.  She ended with, “I’ll keep trying and guess I’ll have to trust God to take care of me”.  Well….lots of people say that.  I don’t know if she really believed her owns words or not, but I took it as my que!

God was waiting for me to keep His Word! I told her to bow her head and close her eyes for just a minute.  All was quiet.  Sudden warmth engulfed me and power-filled words streamed forth as I prayed over her body and situation.  If asked to do it, I couldn’t begin to reconstruct that moment or say the same words if I tried!   The energy that swirled around my cold, little office was there – for both of us!  God has lots of coping methods for this life.

What a vivid reminder of just what a muddied-out MESS we all are without our Creator.

My life rarely goes along as I expect or even hope, but I can tap into a steady stream of strength and rest – anytime! 

Carly’s tear-filled voice was stronger as we parted our phone encounter. I promised to look into possible free-clinics and to keep her in my prayers.  Nothing had changed with my own circumstances, but my outlook did.   God promised to never leave me or forsake me.  By the way, I can do no less.  I will keep my word to Carly.

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