Monday, November 29, 2010


We're sitting here trying to take a break.  I am in Jackson, Mississippi with my sister trying to get some packing done.  She and her husband are moving to Indiana sometime after the first of the year.  She has a lot of "stuff" to go through so I drove down for a few days to help her. 

You know that "stuff" that we all dread going through?  I think we spend our life going through "stuff" we have collected over the years.  I got some of my "stuff" gone through the pass few weeks.  Guess what?  I am bringing some of her "stuff" home with me.  Now that's the pitts!   I am going to be in the pitts of misery when my husband sees this "stuff."  But it is not all for me.  So maybe it won't be too bad.  Anyway, I won't worry about that today.

We pull out, and giggle and laugh and pack and look.  We really do have throw away boxes.  Probably take them to Goodwill when we get through.

She's having Bible Study tonight so I need to help her hide stuff and prepare for the ladies.  I  just wanted you to know that I am still around.  I will be here a few days, but I have my computer with me.  I can keep up with you girls.  I try to post again in a couple days.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


 Made from Grandma's pieced blocks.
This is one of the blocks that I talk about below.. I had to
put the ribbon to cover up stitches that did not do anything
for the pillow. The button is probably 40 years old.

 This is the three pillows together. For some reason the one with the check would not down load , but you can see it here.  I put navy blue velvet ribbon and the button to make it more feminine,

 This is the one I did that is more for a man. I did not add trim except for an old button.
My Grandma was a quilter.  Not a fancy quilter.  She did her own stuff.  I have seen her take an old blanket and use it for the filling.  I have seen her take old quilts and just put a new quilt top on.  I think maybe all this went back to the years of necessity.  Nothing was available so they used what was on hand.

In my teen years Grandma lived with us.  She  had her own little room that she could close off if she wanted to.  On the floor was a big box of scraps that different people gave her.  She lay in the bed and pieced together quilt tops.  Most of the time crazy quilts.  Just adding a piece until it was big enough for  a quilt then start another one.   Somewhere along the way she saw a pattern and just tried to make it.  I didn't realize this recently.

Last year, when Mom passed away, we had to go through the attic.  We found some blocks that Grandma had pieced together way back in the later 50's.I knew they were hers because she always used #8 quilting thread and sewed them a certain way.  You would never pulled her thread apart.  Even after all those years the thread is still good.

Each one of us got 3 blocks.  I looked at them and thought they were so ugly.  I put them away and thought one day I would get them out and do something with them.  I found them last week.  This week I decided to try my hand at something most people would throw away.

I did the one for a man first.  Then I was hooked~  I just had to finish the other two.  If you could have seen how ugly the squares were ~  Well, I am proud that I took something ugly and made something, in my opinion, very pretty.

That's the way our Lord is.  He will take our lives ~ ugly,warped, scarred, tangled, nothing much to look at, probably ready for the garbage ~ and will make something beautiful out of nothing if we let Him.  I may not be much to look at physically but the Lord has worked on my life and hopefully others see the beauty of Jesus seen in me.  I do desire my life to reflect Him.

I wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving.  As you gather with friends and family ~  stop and count some of your blessings.  They are many!


Monday, November 22, 2010


 I am always amazed at how the Lord comes and pours out His blessings on our services at church.  The Holy Spirit was there in such an unusual way again last night.   From the very first song until the last Amen ~ praises were heard, altar full several times, tears flowing, much rejoicing ~~.  There is just no way to describe the works of  The  Blessed Holy Spirit.  I could go on, but you that have services like that know exactly what I am talking about.  The Lord never moves in the same way ~ but yet, He comes and honors us with His Presence. 

A young couple sang a song yesterday morning that really got us all thinking.  "He's Pouring out Blessings."
I jotted down a few of the words.  Some of you may have heard it.  I never had.

I'd like to testify just for a minute
Just to tell you how blessed I have been,
But it may take a moment to gain my composer,
"Cause I feel the touch of His Hand.
He's pouring out blessing's again.

He's pouring out blessings
And I don't deserve them~
Over and aver again.
Just to think that He loved
This retched old sinner,
That He died on the cross for my sin.
He's pouring out blessings again.

I wish I knew the other verses that blessed our hearts so much.  His blessings are over and over again. Each and every day that we wake ~ to think the Lord gives us another day to serve Him ~ is a blessing.  Just to think we can open the Word and read and pray is a blessing, indeed.  I am so glad for His blessings and I guess Monday is always my day to tell you about Sunday.  Guess I need to give it a name.  

Friday, November 19, 2010


  I thought for the day that I would add a poem I wrote almost 15 years ago. (I had this on my blog when I first started but I did not have any followers.) I was going through a very difficult time then. I find comfort in reading God's Word. It has been my consolation since I was a child. I have penned writings and poems on paper for years thinking they were just for me. I've read over them many times and found encouragement. I always keep my concordance near by and a dictionary. Sometimes I am amazed at what a word really means.The Scripture for that particular day was:  
Philippians 3:10 "That I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being made conformable unto His death." 
  To be made conformable is to be made in His image. Right then  this poem
 popped into my head and I put it down on paper.  So I am posting it again.
Lord, you are the Potter I am the clay,
Put me on the Potter's wheel and mold me I pray.
Molding is a life time of forming day by day. 
Sometimes it means heartaches For that little lump of clay. 
Sometimes it means sorrow, Sometimes a lot of pain.
Sometimes the skies are bright Sometimes there is rain.
Lord, help me to remember You are at the wheel,
Trying to confrom me to your blessed will.

Remind me often, Lord that You suffered heartaches too
So much - I can't imagine just what you went through.
So mold me and help me not to murmur nor complain 
To adversities that come that bring a lot of pain. 
Mold me, Lord,and shape me in Thine own sweet way 
So I can be of service and used of you each day.

 I find at this time in my life that the Lord  is still molding me.  One day I will be in His image completely and oh~ what a day that will be.  No more heartaches, no more pain, no more sorrow.  Until then I try to remember that what He does is His business.  At times I have no idea what He is doing but I know that it will be for my good.  If He can get the glory ~ that is all I want.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Strength for Today

Today is a brand new day that the Lord has given us to serve Him.  Each and every day we need to realize that we cannot go in our own strength.  Our strength is small when the enemy strikes.  We can be assured that he is in the business and he will strike in our weak  areas. That is why it is so important to began the day with the Lord

I love to read the Psalms.  Seems you can find about what you need for the day.  Psalm 73: 26 "My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever."
For the Psalmist it seemed that both his heart and his flesh had failed him.  He had seen the prosperity of the wicked  while it seemed that he had been chastened every day.  Isn't that what the devil would like for the saints of God to believe?  

How many times has Satan whispered,"If you wouldn't give to that church you could have more.?"  More of what?  Heartaches, sorrows, regrets down the road.  We aren't giving to that church, we are giving to the Lord.  First of all we don't even start giving until we put 10% of our finances in.  That belongs to God.
Anything above that is giving.  It's a privilege to give to Faith Promise for Missions and whatever other needs may present themselves.  God blesses when we give with a cheerful heart. 

God blesses when we gather to worship Him.  Most churches have no mid week service anymore.  How many times does the tempter whisper in your ear, "It won't hurt to miss one service?"  I feel I need that service in the middle of the week.  The Lord gives strength for the rest of the week.  Do we still have problems?  Yes, but we can go in the strength of the Lord.

Do you know when the Psalmist found answers to some of the things that the enemy was trying to get him into?  In the Sanctuary!   In the same Psalm verse 16-17 "When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me; Until I went into the sanctuary of God."   When everything and everyone  had failed him and it seem that injustice was prevailing, he found God to be his unfailing Helper. 

But God is the strength of my heart.  I'm glad we have a God that can cheer and strengthen us.  I want no other.


Give me Thy strength for my day, Lord,
That wheresoe'er I go,
There shall no danger daunt me,
And I shall fear no foe;
So shall no task o"ercome me,
So shall no trial fret,
So shall I walk unwearied
The path my feet are set;
So shall I find no burden
Greater than I can bear,
So shall I have a courage
Equal to all my care;
So shall no grief o"erwhelm me,
So shall no wave o"erflow;
Give me Thy strength for my day, Lord,
Cover my weakness so.
-Annie Johnson Flint

Monday, November 15, 2010

Friends! the Flesh

What Such Lovable blog friends I have.  I want to say I love you, but hey!  You let me blog about this pillow
and I said it was the LSU Tigers Emblem. (Baton Rouge)   The emblem is not correct and you let me go on and did not try and correct me.  Shame! lol.  The emblem is The Saints in New Orleans.
Are any of you fans of the Saints?  I am not exactly a fan since I know nothing about football.  But if you are a fan you must have gotten a good laugh.   Not only at the attempt to make a fluer de les but then to call it the LSU Emblem.   If you noticed and got a laugh ~ let me know so I can laugh with you.  Next time you see a mistake just feel free to let me know.  You lovable, adorable, thoughtful and caring blog friend!  After all we are all human which leads me to this devotion.

No Effort in the Flesh

About the Master's Business Ministry

"Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."Matthew 26:41
Have you ever wondered why it seems to be so hard to "walk in the spirit", but so easy to "walk in the flesh"? The answer to this is no great mystery- actually, it's very simple. Walking in or living in or minding the things of the flesh takes absolutely no effort at all on our part. Giving into the flesh means that you go along with what it wants to do. There is no struggle, no battle, no discomfort. You are being led around like a puppy on a lease that is not putting up a fight. If my flesh wants to stay in bed late, how much effort does it take to turn back over? If it wants to lay on the couch for hours at a time and watch television, does that take any work on my part? If it wants to eat until it "pops", the only effort involved is to continue to pick up your fork and put it to your mouth. Yielding to the flesh is effortless and mindless- it's takes no "brains" to go along with it's desires. It requires no discipline so therefore it's easier to "walk in the flesh".
It's only when you decide to "give into the spirit" that the battle begins. Why? Because your flesh won't be getting it's way any longer. It has to make some changes. It's having to do some denying, it's losing control. It takes effort to deny your flesh. It takes a determination of will and mind. It involves having to do something, having to fight, to wage war, to engage in combat, having to get uncomfortable, having to give up something- this is "work".
Walking in the flesh may be easier because it takes no effort to do so, but the consequences in the long run are great. Making the effort to deny your flesh in order to walk in the spirit, is worth it and will bring a great reward with it. So, walk in the spirit and stop giving into the flesh.
Have a blessed day. It takes no effort to walk in the flesh, but the effort it takes to walk in the spirit is worth it

Friday, November 12, 2010

52nd Wedding Anniversary

I know I won't have time tomorrow to post about our 52nd Wedding anniversary.  I can hardly believe that many years have come and gone.  But we thank the Lord that He has given us so many years together. 
Someone ask us the other day, "How did you do it?"  That question sort of muddled my mind.  We just thought when you get married ~ you stayed married.  Divorce was never an option.  Separation was never an option.
When you get married you are one.  We have reached 52 years because we thought that was what we were supposed to do, the Lord willing.  He was willing and we thank Him.

I don't suppose we are going to do anything big.  I want to go and see our great grandchildren about an hour and half from here.  And stop at a couple stores, of course.  Then we will come back this way and stop and eat at my husband's favorite spot.  Catfish Charlie's!  They have more than just seafood, but are famous for their seafood specialty's. 

Sunday will really be our Anniversary, but Sunday's are always extra busy.  So we will take the Saturday to just be together and do what we want and enjoy.  Today I have to get several things done that I usually do on
Saturday.  We are just looking forward to 6o years together, Lord willing.  But for now, we will just enjoy
52.  No, we are not old!  Just slowing down and enjoying life!

Have a blessed week end!

                                                    Always,  Aliene

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Cripple

 We read this scripture in our devotions this morning and I came across this writing by Samuel Chadwick.
The Cripple and The Church.  If you really stop and think about it , there is a truth in it that we can apply to our everyday life as we walk with the Lord.
Acts 4:22 "The man was more than forty  years, on whom this miracle was wrought."  This man had been a cripple from birth.  He appealed unto the disciples for help.  This was not long after Pentecost.  The disciples stopped and looked down.  Something  about the man inspired Peter.  He said unto the cripple  that he had neither silver or gold but what he had he would share.  He said "In the Name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk!"  Peter took his hand and lifted him up and for the first time in his life he walked.  He did not just walk.  He leaped, and shouted and  praise God. 

This  man believed, obeyed,and stood upon his feet
The first thing to be done is to take your stand in the Name of Christ.
Don't argue about your ankle-bones; get on your feet and stand.
Put them down as if you mean business, turn full face towards God and walk.

He will give you the strength; it will come in the act of obedience.
Give praise to God from the start.
If you want to shout, shout; no man has better reason.

Having found your feet, stand by the people that helped you get to your feet.
This man might have gone home, and left Peter and John to get out of their trouble
as best they could, but he went with them and stood by them.

You need not say much,
your feet will say more than  your tongue.
From being a beggar, become a giver.

Carry the same sympathy, the same gospel,
the same handshake that saved you ~ to others,
who are where you were.
The healed cripple must walk straight ,
And remember that he is saved to serve.
 We are not saved to sin , but to serve.  Are we serving like our life depends on it?
May the Lord help every one of  us to reach out and take some one by the hand.

Monday, November 8, 2010


 We had a wonderful day at church yesterday.  Had our regular Sunday School, Morning Service, Children's Church.  Then we ladies all brought food and ate and had sweet fellowship together.  The children were feed a little earlier and then went outside for fun and games until time for the 2: PM Service.  The Lord  came and blessed and I think at least six were saved in the morning and afternoon service.  Several in the children's church.  God was there to hear our prayer and bless us and encourage us.  Below are a few pictures that we snapped.

 This lady is really old fashion.  Notice what she is carrying!  A gift bag with a diaper on it.  I think she will be giving this to one of the ladies that is expecting a baby soon.  Look at the diaper on the outside of the bag!
 This was a big trailer filled with  hay. The children had a good ride around the  the acres of the church. 
 This is one of the young men that was willing to be flooded with a bucket  of water.  If a target was hit with a baseball the hole in the bucket would open up and spray him real good.  I hope he doesn't get sick.  The weather was a little chilly.
There were many more booths that were good clean fun for the children.  The bus children were then brought home and we had our afternoon service.  The Lord again blessed us with good singing and preaching.  More souls were saved. 
We must have had about 500 or more in attendance.  Our buses have had a goal of  reaching 200 boys and girls.  They reached and surpassed their goal yesterday.  This was done by getting out and knocking on doors and telling people about the Lord.  Some of the parents are beginning to come and  getting saved. 
Is it worth all the work?  All the effort put forth to go out and bring them in?  Yes!  A thousand times yes!
Just seeing one soul saved is worth it all. 

Sometimes we use the excuse that we can't go.  That is true as you get older or your health is bad.  But the Bus Captain told us that without prayer their efforts are in vain.  So we can pray for those that go.  Our goal is souls, not just to say we had over 200 on the buses. 
Working together is the key.  I think that is why is blessing our church and our people.  People had a mind to work. 
We'll work "til Jesus comes,
We'll work 'til Jesus comes,
We'll work "til Jesus comes
And then be gathered home.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Apron is Finished!

This is the butterfly that I cross stitched on the apron that I finally finished.  It is sideways, but you can get the idea.   I decided I do not like to copy.  I would rather have a pattern.  This apron is cut in one piece except this part with the butterfly.  This is the part that makes the three pockets.  I just unfolded the original apron and cut mine out from it.  There is no seam at the shoulder.
This is the finished Apron. Three pockets with the butterfly right in the middle of the center pocket.  There are two rows of a black fancy stitch that you can't see right under the butterfly. A dart with the sash sewed inside from the front and back  makes the bow.  It will do for any size.   Mom had a butterfly on each pocket, but one butterfly was enough for me.
 See how the sashes are sewed in?  I did my own  rendition of that.  When I started this apron I thought it would be an hour project.  It might be for some of you but  there is a lot of   finish work.  My husband said I was too picky.  "Just put it together. No one will notice the things that bother you."   Maybe so, but when I don't like the way something looks ~ I will takes seams out and re-do until I am satisfied.  I really am not too satisfied with this but I think I have spent enough time on it.  With hand work and all I probably put about 3 1/2 to 4 hours into it.  The butterfly took me an hour.  That is why I did not add the other two.  Need to get some housework done now so I can start something else to work on.  But it surely will have a pattern. lol

Monday, November 1, 2010

Give Thanks

I was having a time trying to get a picture on here.  This is not the one I was looking for but what  came up. So maybe I need to look at a few things I am thankful for.
1. I am a Child of God.
2. A good church to go to.
3. A faithful pastor.
4. A wonderful husband (don't tell him)
5. The Bible, my road map.
6. Good friends, online and off.
7. A good Home to live in.
8. Many, many more things.

 Which brings me to what I was going to blog about! A good home that I need to keep clean. I thought I had better get some of the dust bunnies cleaned up today.  Not my favorite job, but needful, nevertheless. (I am thankful for even the dust bunnies.)  Which means I have a place for them to visit. Which room in your home seems to be the one that gets messed up the worse and most?  It seems to be our bedroom.  I don't know why but I guess it is a place that is most private and hardly anyone sees but us.
The living room stays pretty much straightened up.  Except for the dust bunnies and vacuuming.   (Man, I have to spell check vacuuming every time I write it down. I always want to put two C's .)  What word do you have to spell check the most?  Would be interesting to know. 
I try to keep my kitchen cleaned as I go.  I stopped using the dishwasher.  So now my dishes get washed and put up at the same time. 
My dining room?   Well, that is debatable.  Shouldn't be too hard except I brought my sewing machine to the table while I am quilting and sewing for Christmas.  If you sew you know what a mess you can make!  So I am trying to get some of the mess cleaned up today.  Then I will start again. 
I have an apron started.  I found one that I think  my Mom made.  It is in one piece.  Has an extra piece on the front for three pockets.  Made of gingham check.  On the gingham check was embroidered butterflies.
I am trying to copy them.  I have one wing done.  The body is done on the machine with a broad  stitch. 
I will post it when I get it done. 

Guess I need to get up from here and get some more dust bunnies.  Or I will never get t the butterfly.