Monday, February 20, 2017

Blogging For A Very Long Time...

What I do like about blogging, Living from glory to glory blog

Growing Our Blogs;

Is it the same as growing our Spirit, Souls and Body?
Well, yes it can be in a way, but spending time with the Lord
Should take first place! And being truly present while homemaking.
We can now all attest to always having a device in our arms reach..

Blogs are BIG business!
There is money to be made;
Believe me, I understand this, when I was a young wife and a homemaker;
We called these avenues Cottage businesses.
Do you make money from your blog?
I have never earned a penny!

What I love about Blogging and What I do NOT like about blogging!

What I like about Blogging

1. Connecting to those like minded.
2. Being inspired and encouraged.
3. Growing in my homemaking skills.
4. Learning ways to be creative.
5. Praying for requests we hear about
 from other blogger's.
6. Being allowed to speak into other women's lives!
7. Reading about  new idea's for decorating my home.
8. Finding all the Yummy recipes to try and inspire my cooking.
9. All the great ideas for natural health and beauty tips.
10. All the amazing photos and art we share with one another.
11. Our love and devotion to Christ!
12. Our devotion to our Husbands, and families.
13. I appreciate those who will leave me a comment (Thank You)
You Know who YOU are :)

What I do Not like about blogging.

1. Word Verification!!
(You can select registered user only, and also use Comment Moderation!)
2. Too many ads; so it takes too long for loading up!
3. Not having your name where we leave comments.
4. Those that never take or make the time to comment on your posts.
5. That is doesn't have just a LIKE button :o)

~I just wanted to mention that I do not mind an Etsy Shop! ~
I have purchased many lovely and sweet items from them!!

Are you ladies enjoying Instagram?
I find it very nice to just get a quick glance at what others are doing with no drama :o)

Thursday, February 16, 2017

I Never Promise You A Rose Garden, How To Disagree And NOT Fight...

How To Disagree And Not Fight, Living from glory to glory blog...

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

Marriage and a bed of Roses...

A Good marriage takes work!

Anything worthwhile takes work!
If you want a bed of roses to lie down in, then you must start
with some very strong manure!
Be careful of how fresh it is because it will burn your seedlings or
kill a new plant!

I realize it is not really time to plant roses, but it is time to
think about what state your marriage soil is in!

I sometimes get irritated when we think love is something that just happens.
It may just be infatuation or just plain lust of the flesh.

Real love and marriage has many trials and errors.
Do you know why God tells us to have an older woman
in our lives that has the experience of being a Godly wife?

BECAUSE we have to LEARN how to Love our husbands!

We are all going to have fights once in awhile,
And when you first get married it is a bit rough for many couples.

Fighting Fair

Conflicts will happen in every marriage----

Women are notorious for wanting to have the last word.

[Love] is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no records of wrongs.
1 Corinthians 13:5

How To Disagree and NOT Fight

Answer this Question...
Can you get angry without getting destructive?
(Your words, your attitude, your actions)?

Stick to the problem or point
Don't drag the past records of wrongs into your disagreement.

Allow your spouse to respond and make your statement
then they can respond back.
(No hands on your hips)

Don't allow your feelings to rule,
But state the facts!
(Men need facts)

Take the first move to ask for forgiveness and make an apology!

Love is not rude...

Lord, give me wisdom to be a Godly wife; and to do the hard work;
So one day we will have the soil prepared for a bed of Roses.

Remember making up is so much better!

Do You have some of your own words of wisdom for dealing
with conflict in your marriage, please share!!

Even in our marriages, we must be;
Living From Glory To Glory

Monday, February 13, 2017

A Little Cake And Heart Health...

A Bite Size Cake, Living From Glory To Glory Blog

A Little goes a long way...

I have noticed that we usually desire something small and sweet to eat after
A meal or dinner or a luncheon...

I have been making some smaller loaf size of quick breads and freezing them.
And I enjoy a smaller cake, so I believe you can take just about
Any kind of cake batter flavor, and put them a small cupcake size pan.
They cook faster and they are easier to serve.

So many after the first of the year go out to an all out war;
Against sweets and you name it!

But we all know we are going to crave something sweet...
(If you are gluten free, just use a mix that is gluten free,
Or just make up your own homemade batter.
You can buy Gluten free flour at any grocery store now days.

I have never felt good about depriving myself of sweets!

There is always going to be a new fad or a new food;
I get that, but eating all foods that are tolerated and eating variety;
In smaller portions is always a wiser way to eat!

When my blood pressure got high;
(I was told juice, celery and drink it every day)
My blood pressure problem was genetics, so all the celery in the world,
was not the answer for me!
But I do hope we can enjoy a bit of cake without harming our health!

As we all know we have to watch our sugar intake;
I kid you not everyone you talk to is either pre-diabetic or a full blown diabetic.
So we all need to cut back on our sugars and starches
and all forms of wheat and carbohydrates.

Enjoy the good things, just don't indulge and gorge oneself.

Everything in moderation...

Heart Health

May I take just another moment to remind you all that heart health is
So important to our well being...

I know you all know about saturated fats and bad oils.
Do you know that being unforgiving in your heart
will cause you?

If you think anyone of us is exempt from forgiving others;
You are being deceived...

It is not always easy, but we can do it with God's help!
True Love
Not remembering their wrongs!

Blessings, Roxy

What is happening on the home front
My computer crashed
Got a new one and it is tough learning the ways of the newer ones!
Internet was down
My car was no longer reliable!
Got a new one, well new to me...
I have learned to not worry and just trust the Lord
He makes all things new in His timing!

~May your HEARTS be filled with Love & Joy~

Monday, February 6, 2017

Violets For Today As Tomorrow Is Always A Day Away...

Violet Teacup, Living From Glory To Glory Blog

Tomorrow, Tomorrow is always a day away...

I always have this idea in my head that there is a good ending to every story!

But I have seen some sad endings...

But we all need to all be a little Pollyanna inside.

I am seriously thinking that we are in all overload.
Children and adults...
Some claim to think it is all about learning and obtaining knowledge.
Some think doing and going and being involved is what is needed!

We are in such a diverse society now a days,
But the fact of the matter is we need to take care of what is ours.
Taking on everyone else's problems and struggles can be very taxing.

But we all need hope!!

I have been so blessed to be at home and to choose and pick what I want
to be involved in. And being available to help with family.

But I can see that we need to remind ourselves that we do not have to
be involved in everything!

Today is all that I have;
For we are reminded in the Word not to boast and to say
"We are going to do this or that tomorrow"

May, I remind you that we must focus on God's goodness!

My Mother use to tell me don't bite off more than you can chew.
It sounds funny, but it does hold a lot of wisdom.

I do hope you are all doing well!
Thinking that I may need to re-access my daily list of things of importance.

I think as you get older the days run out as about as fast as my steam does!

I have heard and seen many of you ladies deep cleaning;
And de-junking
Spring cleaning...

I have had no move to do so;
Maybe you could let me know what you're doing!
I could use a bit of encouragement...

Living From Glory To Glory

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Moist Scones Made With Dried Cherries And White Chocolate Chips...

Scones For Valentines Day, Living From Glory To Glory Blog

Scones Made With Dried Cherries And White Chocolate Chips

These are my all time favorite scones!
I have made these for special tea parties and of course just to enjoy,
They bake up quick and they freeze really well also!
I like them because they are light and not real sweet.
And they are just very pretty for a baked good!

Scones are something that always tastes good for a desert or a special occasion.
But if you want a special treat for yourself, you really must try this recipe!
You will love it!

Cherry And White Chocolate Chip Scones

3 cups white unbleached flour
1/2 cup sugar
2-1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp soda
6 tablespoons cold butter
(No substitutes)
1 cup of vanilla flavored yogurt
1/4 of a cup of milk

1/2 cup dried cherries (I like to make my dried cherries into smaller size pieces)
2/3 cup white chocolate chips

In Your bowl. Combine all the dry ingredients, now cut in your COLD butter until your dough has a crumbled texture.
Add your milk and yogurt together; stir into crumbled mixture, just until moistened..
Knead in the cherries and chips.

Now you pat the dough into a circle on a floured surface and now you cut it into slices;
(You can make them large or I like mine in much smaller bite size scones)

Bake on a greased baking sheet at 375 degrees for 15-20 minutes for large size scones
But a shorter time for the bite size ones.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

See No Evil...

Living from Glory to Glory Blog

See No Evil...

Everything you see with your eyes make an impression upon your heart and mind!

All of it, whether it is good and pleasant;
Suggestive and immoral
Evil and scary

The world screams look at me!
Women taunt; look at me!
Fear draws; Watch me!

Our eyes have a pull that is like a magnet;
You can be drawn into the lust of the flesh through your eyes!
Have you heard the saying?
Eye Candy

Just because it looks lovely or pretty or delicious;
People, Stuff or Food...
We are not to be led or controlled by what we see!

We are called to have a covenant with our eyes...

We have way too much access to things very unwholesome,
Our Men ate tempted everywhere...
Women are tempted by magazines and Soap Operas!

Your life will turn into just fluff and stuff if you can not discern
Between good and evil!

Once a door is opened to something, it can be very hard to close it!
Internet access
Cable Television
Beware of what is coming over these airwaves...

I want to make a suggestion;

Stop playing with fire...
When you see evil, turn away;
Run from evil.
Stay away from the appearance of evil...

Many forms of news and newspapers now thrive on scary or evil.
Even if this stuff is real, it still will cause you to respond and react.

A steady diet of it will cause upset to our emotions and well being!

But I would also like to suggest good books and magazines;
Keep these around your coffee table or your magazine holder!
Reading something that uplifts your heart is a good thing!

Have a nice collection of good and wholesome movies!

How can I keep myself from all these things?
Be a watch women for yourself, your husband and family!

X Rated And R Rated is now the norm for many;
I remember as a child we saw nothing immoral!

But today we must take extra precautions...

Remember Job made a covenant with his eyes!
We also can do the same...

Remember, we are all called to live;
From Glory To Glory

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Modern Challenge...

Living from Glory To Glory Blog...

Keepers of the Springs
By Peter Marshall

Once upon a time, a certain town grew up at the foot of a mountain range. It was sheltered in the lee of the protecting heights, so that the wind that shuddered at the doors and flung handfuls of sleet against the window panes was a wind whose fury was spent. High up in the hills, a strange and quiet forest dweller took it upon himself to be the Keeper of the Springs. He patrolled the hills and wherever he found a spring, he cleaned its brown pool of silt and fallen leaves, of mud and mold and took away from the spring all foreign matter, so that the water which bubbled up through the sand ran down clean and cold and pure. It leaped sparkling over rocks and dropped joyously in crystal cascades until, swollen by other streams, it became a river of life to the busy town. Millwheels were whirled by its rush. Gardens were refreshed by its waters. Fountains threw it like diamonds into the air. Swans sailed on its limpid surface, and children laughed as they played on its banks in the sunshine.

But the City Council was a group of hard-headed, hard-boiled businessmen. They scanned the civic budget and found in it the salary of a Keeper of the Springs. Said the Keeper of the Purse: "Why should we pay this romance ranger? We never see him; he is not necessary to our town's work life. If we build a reservoir just above the town, we can dispense with his services and save his salary." Therefore, the City Council voted to dispense with the unnecessary cost of a Keeper of the Springs, and to build a cement reservoir.

So the Keeper of the Springs no longer visited the brown pools, but watched from the heights while they built the reservoir. When it was finished, it soon filled up with water, to be sure, but the water did not seem to be the same. It did not seem to be as clean, and a green scum soon befouled its stagnant surface. There were constant troubles with the delicate machinery of the mills, for it was often clogged with slime, and the swans found another home above the town. At last, an epidemic raged, and the clammy, yellow fingers of sickness reached into every home in every street and lane.

The City Council met again. Sorrowfully, it faced the city's plight, and frankly, it acknowledged the mistake of the dismissal of the Keeper of the Springs. They sought him out of his hermit hut high in the hills, and begged him to return to his former joyous labor. Gladly he agreed, and began once more to make his rounds. It was not long until pure water came lilting down under tunnels of ferns and mosses and to sparkle in the cleansed reservoir. Millwheels turned again as of old. Stenches disappeared. Sickness waned and convalescent children playing in the sun laughed again because the swans had come back.

Do not think me fanciful, too imaginative or too extravagant in my language when I say that I think of women, and particularly of our mothers, as Keepers of the Springs. The phrase, while poetic, is true and descriptive. We feel its warmth...its softening influence...and however forgetful we have been...however much we have taken for granted life's precious gifts, we are conscious of wistful memories that surge out of the past--the sweet, tender, poignant fragrances of love. Nothing that has been said, nothing that could be said, or that ever will be said, would be eloquent enough, expressive enough, or adequate to make articulate that peculiar emotion we feel to our mothers. So I shall make my tribute a plea for Keepers of the Springs, who will be faithful to their tasks.

There never has been a time when there was a greater need for Keepers of the Springs, or when there were more polluted springs to be cleansed. If the home fails, the country is doomed. The breakdown of homelife and influence will mark the breakdown of the nation. If the Keepers of the Springs desert their posts or are unfaithful to their responsibilities, the future outlook of this country is black, indeed. This generation needs Keepers of the Springs who will be courageous enough to cleanse the springs that have been polluted. It is not an easy task--nor is it a popular one, but it must be done for the sake of the children, and the young women of today must do it.

The emancipation of womanhood began with Christianity, and it ends with Christianity. It had its beginning one night nineteen hundred years ago when there came to a woman named Mary a vision and a message from heaven. She saw the rifted clouds of glory and the hidden battlements of heaven. She heard an angelic annunciation of the almost incredible news that she, of all the women on earth...of all the Marys in history...was to be the only one who should ever wear entwined the red rose of maternity and the white rose of virginity. It was told her--and all Keepers of the Springs know how such messages come--that she should be the mother of the Savior of the world.

It was nineteen hundred years ago "when Jesus Himself a baby deigned to be and bathed in baby tears His deity"...and on that night, when that tiny Child lay in the straw of Bethlehem, began the emancipation of womanhood.

When He grew up and began to teach the way of life, He ushered the woman into a new place in human relations. He accorded her a new dignity and crowned her with a new glory, so that wherever the Christian evangel has gone for nineteen centuries, the daughters of Mary have been respected, revered, remembered, and loved, for men have recognized that womanhood is a sacred and a noble thing, that women are of finer clay...are more in touch with the angels of God and have the noblest function that life affords. Wherever Christianity has spread, for nineteen hundred years men have bowed and adored.

It remained for the twentieth century, in the name of progress, in the name of tolerance, in the name of broad-mindedness, in the name of freedom, to pull her down from her throne and try to make her like a man.

She wanted equality. For nineteen hundred years she had not been equal--she had been superior. But now, they said, she wanted equality, and in order to obtain it, she had to step down. And so it is, that in the name of broadminded tolerance, a man's vices has now become a woman's.

Twentieth-century tolerance has won for woman the right to become intoxicated, the right to have an alcoholic breath, the right to smoke, to work like a man to act like a man--for is she not man's equal? Today they call it "progress"...but tomorrow,oh, you Keepers of the Springs, they must be made to see that it is not progress.

No nation has ever made any progress in a downward direction. No people ever became great by lowering their standards. No people ever became good by adopting a looser morality. It is not progress when the moral tone is lower than it was. It is not progress when purity is not as sweet. It is not progress when womanhood has lost its fragrance. Whatever else it is, it is not progress!

We need Keepers of the Springs who will realize that what is socially correct may not be morally right. Our country needs today women who will lead us back to an old-fashioned morality, to an old fashioned decency, to an old fashioned purity and sweetness for the sake of the next generation, if for no other reason.

This generation has seen an entirely new type of womanhood emerge from the bewildering confusion of ourtime. We have in the United States today a higher standard of living than in any other country, or at any other time in the world's history. We have more automobiles, more picture shows, more telephones, more money, more swing bands, more radios, more television sets, more nightclubs, more crime, and more divorce than any other nation in the world. Modern mothers want their children to enjoy the advantages of this new day. They want them, if possible, to have a college diploma to hang on their bedroom wall, and what many of them regard as equally important--a bid to a fraternity or a sorority. They are desperately anxious that their daughters will be popular, although the price of this popularity may not be considered until it is too late. In short, they want their children to succeed, but the usual definition of success, in keeping with the trend of our day, is largely materialistic.

The result of all this is that the modern child is brought up in a decent, cultured, comfortable, but thoroughly irreligious home. All around us, living in the very shadow of our large churches and beautiful cathedrals, children are growing up without a particle of religious training or influence. The parents of such children have usually completely given up the search for religious moorings. At first, they probably had some sort of vague idealism as to what their children should be taught. They recall something of the religious instruction received when they were children, and they feel that something like that ought to be passed on to the children today, but they can't do it, because the simple truth is that they have nothing to give. Our modern broadmindedness has taken religious education out of the day schools. Our modern way of living and our modern irreligion have taken it out of the homes.

There remains only one place where it may be obtained, and that is in the Sunday School, but it is no longer fashionable to attend Sunday School. The result is that there is very little religious education, and parents who lack it themselves are not able to give it to their children--so it is a case of "the blind leading the blind," and both children and parents will almost invariably end up in the ditch of uncertainty and irreligion.

As you think of your own mother, remembering her with love and gratitude--in wishful yearning, or lonely longing, I am quite sure that the memories that warm and soften your heart are not at all like the memories the children of today will have... For you are, no doubt, remembering the smell of fresh starch in your mother's apron or the smell of a newly ironed blouse, the smell of newly baked bread, the fragrance of the violets she had pinned on her breast. It would be such a pity if all that one could remember would be the aroma of toasted tobacco or nicotine and the odor of beer on the breath!

The challenge of the twentieth-century motherhood is as old as motherhood itself. Although the average American mother has advantages that pioneer women never knew--material advantages: education, culture, advances made by science and medicine; although the modern mother knows a great deal more about sterilization, diets, health, calories, germs, drugs, medicines and vitamins, than her mother did, there is one subject about which she does not know as much--and that is God.

The modern challenge to motherhood is the eternal challenge--that of being a godly woman. The very phrase sounds strange in our ears. We never hear it now. We hear about every other kind of women--beautiful women, smart women, sophisticated women, career woman, talented women, divorced women, but so seldom do we hear of a godly woman--or of a godly man either, for that matter.

I believe women come nearer fulfilling their God-given function in the home than anywhere else. It is a much nobler thing to be a good wife than to be Miss America. It is a greater achievement to establish a Christian home than it is to produce a second-rate novel filled with filth. It is a far, far better thing in the realm of morals to be old-fashioned than to be ultramodern. The world has enough women who know how to hold their cocktails, who have lost all their illusions and their faith. The world has enough women who know how to be smart. It needs women who are willing to be simple. The world has enough women who know how to be brilliant. It needs some who will be brave. The world has enough women who are popular. It needs more who are pure. We need woman, and men, too, who would rather be morally right that socially correct.

Let us not fool ourselves--without Christianity, without Christian education, without the principles of Christ inculcated into young life, we are simply rearing pagans. Physically, they will be perfect. Intellectually, they will be brilliant. But spiritually, they will be pagan. Let us not fool ourselves. The school is making no attempt to teach the principles of Christ. The Church alone cannot do it. They can never be taught to a child unless the mother herself knows them and practices them every day.

If you have no prayer life yourself, it is rather a useless gesture to make your child say his prayers every night. If you never enter a church it is rather futile to send your child to Sunday school. If you make a practice of telling social lies, it will be difficult to teach your child to be truthful. If you say cutting things about your neighbors and about fellow members in the church, it will be hard for your child to learn the meaning of kindness.

The twentieth-century challenge to motherhood--when it is all boiled down--is that mothers will have an experience of God...a reality which they can pass on to their children. For the newest of the sciences is beginning to realize, after a study of the teachings of Christ from the standpoint of psychology, that only as human beings discover and follow these inexorable spiritual laws will they find the happiness and contentment which we all seek.

A minister tells of going to a hospital to visit a mother whose first child had been born. She was a distinctly modern girl. Her home was about average for young married people. "When I came into the room she was propped up in bed writing. 'Come in,' she said, smiling. 'I'm in the midst of housecleaning, and I want your help.' I had never heard of a woman housecleaning while in a hospital bed. Her smile was contagious--she seemed to have found a new and jolly idea. "'I've had a wonderful chance to think here,' she began, 'and it may help me to get things straightened out in my mind if I can talk to you.' She put down her pencil and pad, and folded her hands. Then she took a long breath and started: 'Ever since I was a little girl, I hated any sort of restraint. I always wanted to be free. When I finished high school, I took a business course and got a job--not because I needed the money--but because I wanted to be on my own. Before Joe and I were married, we used to say that we would not be slaves to each other. And after we married, our apartment became headquarters for a crowd just like us. We weren't really bad--but we did just what we pleased.' She stopped for a minute and smiled ruefully. 'God didn't mean much to us--we ignored Him. None of us wanted children--or we thought we didn't. And when I knew I was going to have a baby, I was afraid.' She stopped again and looked puzzled. 'Isn't it funny, the things you used to think? She had almost forgotten I was there--she was speaking to the old girl she had been before her great adventure. Then remembering me suddenly--she went on: 'Where was I? Oh, yes, well, things are different now. I'm not free any more and I don't want to be. And the first thing I must do is to clean house.' Here she picked up the sheet of paper lying on the counterpane. 'That's my housecleaning list. You see, when I take Betty home from the hospital with me--our apartment will be her home--not just mine and Joe's. And it isn't fit for her now. Certain things will have to go--for Betty's sake. And I've got to houseclean my heart and mind. I'm not just myself--I'm Betty's mother. And that means I need God. I can't do my job without Him. Won't you pray for Betty and me and Joe, and for our new home?' And I saw in her all the mothers of today--mothers in tiny apartments and on lonely farms...Mothers in great houses and in suburban cottages, who are meeting the age-old challenge--' that of bringing up their children to the love and knowledge of God.' And I seemed to see our Savior--with His arms full of children of far-away Judea--saying to that mother and to all mothers--the old invitation so much needed in these times: 'Suffer the little children to come unto me and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of God.'"

I believe that this generation of young people has courage enough to face the challenging future. I believe that their idealism is not dead. I believe that they have the same bravery and the same devotion to the things worthwhile that their grandmothers had. I have every confidence that they are anxious to preserve the best of our heritage, and God knows if we lose it here in this country, it is forever gone. I believe that the women of today will not be unmindful of their responsibilities; that is why I have dared to speak so honestly. Keepers of the Springs, we salute you!

Our Father, remove from us the sophistication of our age and the skepticism that has come, like frost, to blight our faith and to make it weak. We pray for a return of that simple faith, that old fashioned trust in God, that made strong and great the homes of our ancestors who built this good land and who in building left us our heritage. In the strong name of Jesus, our Lord, we make this prayer, Amen.

Peter Marshall was the U.S. Senate Chaplain from 1946-48 during the presidency of Harry Truman, and died in 1949. He was born in Scotland and was known for his passionate preaching and deep conviction, as well as his picturesque speech.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Dish Towels Made From A Drop Cloth...

Making these dish towels from a drop cloth was very easy!
It also made a lot of them...
Firstly, I washed the drop cloth in my washer and dried it.
I used a drop cloth that was 100% cotton.

I used a dish towel that was a size that I preferred for my pattern!
Some towels are just too short or long and even to wide.

I cut them to size and then I ironed a hem, then I did a quick
Run on my sewing machine.

I embellished them with bits of scrap material and some I added a bit of lace ribbon.

It was so easy peasy and I made a ton of them and gave them away as gifts.
I kept a few for myself and have found them to be a superb towel!

I wished I had taken a few more pictures of all the ones I made.
But really you can use the colors that match your kitchen!
Make a few for friends and family!

They would make a nice gift for a Bridal shower,
 because these babies hold up in the kitchen!

This was the label that was one the one I purchased for this project!
I found mine at a store called Harbor Freight.

I do love a good dish towel and these are really a very nice quality;

In these long winter months you could make some for gifts or for yourself!

Have you ever tried making anything from Drop Cloths?

If you like this idea feel free to put it on your Pinterest Board
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