Here's a dozen of my favorite things never to apologize for:
1) Never apologize for acting on your instincts.
2) Never apologize for being passionate.
3) Never apologize for being smart.
4) Never apologize for demanding respect.
5) Never apologize for saying no.
6) Never apologize for not embracing someone else's agenda.
7) Never apologize for disagreeing.
8) Never apologize for your faith.
9) Never apologize for your own sense of creativity.
10) Never apologize for ordering dessert.
11) Never apologize for being funny.
12) Never apologize for living your truth.
Every one of us casts a shadow.
There hangs about us, a sort of a strange, indefinable something, which we call personal influence--that has its effect on every other life on which it falls. It goes with us wherever we go. It is not something we can have when we want to have it--and then lay aside when we will, as we lay aside a garment. It is something that always pours out from our lives . . . as light from a lamp, as heat from flame, as perfume from a flower.
The ministry of personal influence is something very wonderful. Without being conscious of it, we are always impressing others by this strange power that exudes from us. Others watch us--and their thinking and actions are modified by our influence."
"Be very careful, then, how you live--not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity." Ephesians 5:15-16
~J. R. Miller, "The Shadows We Cast"
terça-feira, 24 de agosto de 2010
250g (450ml) cake flour,
12,5ml baking powder
250ml cooking oil
315g (375ml) caster sugar
150g (250ml) peeled, coarsely grated uncooked beetroot
150g (250ml) peeled, coarsely grated uncooked carrots
100g (250ml) chopped peacan or walnuts
icing sugar (optional)
Preheat the oven to 180ºC. Grease a 2.5 litre kugelhupf mould or deep tube pan.
-Sift flour, baking powder, cinnamon and salt together,
-Beat the cooking oil and caster sugar until mixed,
-Seperate the eggs. Add the beetroot, carrots, nuts and egg yolks to the oil mixture and beat until mixed.
-Add sifted ingredients and mix,
-Whisk egg whites till stiff but not dry, fold lightly into batter, spoon batter into pan.
-Bake for about one hour
- Sift icing sugar over
segunda-feira, 23 de agosto de 2010
sábado, 21 de agosto de 2010
sexta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2010
As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls.
Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.
But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.
My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.
Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me and nodded for me to rise.
My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness and wealth, and false accusations that took from me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life.. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.
And now, I had to face the truth.. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.
I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.
An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.
Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, 'Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.
Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.'
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through!
God determines who walks into your life...it's up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay and who you refuse to let go.'
Começa-se por modelar uma peça de barro poroso, cozendo-a a uma temperatura não muito elevada. Depois, aplica-se o vidrado na peça, e leva-se esta de novo ao forno, a uma temperatura de 800 a 1000 graus.
Atingida esta temperatura, as peças são retiradas ainda incandescentes do forno e colocadas numa atmosfera redutora - isto é, num ambiente com pouco oxigénio. Na prática, isto equivale a mergulhá-las numa substância orgânica como a serradura. É nesta altura que por vezes surge alguma chama; é necessário tapar rapidamente o recipiente da serradura, e deixa-se a peça ficar durante alguns minutos. O fumo que vai escapando neste processo é um lençol espesso, quase viscoso, amarelado e muito tóxico.
Na terceira fase do processo, a peça é retirada da serradura e rapidamente mergulhada em água.
Quando a peça já está suficientemente arrefecida para podermos pegar-lhe, é retirada da água e esfregada de maneira a retirar a serradura carbonizada que ficou agarrada.
Todas estas acções permitem criar efeitos singulares: craquelês, brilhos e texturas especiais, e que - aí reside a magia - apenas em parte são controláveis. Não é possível fazer duas peças de raku iguais, já que não se consegue ter sempre exactamente as mesmas circunstâncias. A porosidade do barro, a quantidade de vidrado e a forma como este se aplica, a temperatura do forno, a madeira de que é feita a serradura, a temperatura da peça, o contacto maior ou menor da superfície da peça com a serradura, o tempo de imersão em água - um instante a mais ou a menos, e abrem-se mais uma rachas, o verde fica mais azul, o brilho fica mais ou menos intenso. As zonas da peça onde não foi colocado vidrado ficam totalmente pretas, o que permite criar contrastes muito interessantes com o vidrado branco, sobretudo quando há craquelê
quarta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2010
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.