These are the questions about cocoa powder that haunt me...

Why doesn't cocoa powder come in a child-proof container?

In other words...Why can't I be more careful??

What law of physics causes cocoa powder to multiply as you clean it up?

Just how far do cocoa particles travel?

Will cocoa powder come out of a yellow t-shirt?

These are the questions that haunt me!

Patchwork Hearts

I recently made this pillow to give a friend for her birthday. Her daughter wanted to know how I did it. This tutorial for making the heart is for Amber.

Cut a heart out of tagboard slightly larger than you want the final size to be.

Cut out various strips of fabric.

Start sewing those strips together.


Iron the seams open.





Trim off excess.

Repeat the process.









Keep sewing on strips until your patchwork piece is large enough for your heart.





Turn your fabric to the seam side and trace your heart onto the back using an ink pen.




Cut out.


Turn back to seam side and baste down about 1/4 inch seam.


Turn over and iron flat.



Draw in the white area what you want to embroidery. (You can write it in black on a piece of paper and trace it.)


I cut my fabric to the desired size before sewing my heart on. If you do this, center your heart on the fabric and pin it. You also just pin it to some fabric and cut it out later.


Place in a hoop and sew on with a button-hole stitch.





Then use a stem stitch to embroidery your word.

I added a flower to mine.
Here are some other ones I've made.










When I've turned the one with "Friends" into a pillow I'll post it too.

End of the Spear

End of the Spear
By Steve Saint

If your life has been touched in any way by the true story of five missionaries martyred in Ecuador in 1956 trying to reach a brutal tribe with the Gospel,
if you’ve ever doubted whether love is truly stronger than hate,
if you’ve never seen the transforming power of Christ,
if you want your faith strengthened and challenged, or
if you doubt whether God is able to bring good out of evil, then this is a must read.

End of the Spear was written by the son of martyred missionary Nate Saint. Here Steve tells how completely intertwined his life became with the very ones who murdered his father and the other missionaries. His is a story of heart ache, adventure, forgiveness, and love. “Truth is stranger than fiction” so the saying goes; nowhere is that more evident than in End of the Spear. Even if you saw the movie by the same title (which was poignant in its own right) you need to read the book as book and movie complement rather than detract from each other. Be prepared to laugh, cry, and be totally amazed with our awesome Redeemer.

~ Reviewed by Drewe Llyn Jeffcoat

Through Gates of Splendor/ These Strange Ashes

Through Gates of Splendor and These Strange Ashes
Both by Elisabeth Elliot

On January 6, 1956, five American missionaries were speared to death in their attempt to bring the Gospel to the Waodani, a brutal Indian tribe located in Ecuador. Through Gates of Splendor is the poignant retelling of that story by one of the widows. Later, that widow (Elisabeth Elliot), her daughter, and a sister to one of those killed lived among the Waodoni eventually leading them to Christ.

I don’t remember how I discovered this book, but it was my first glimpse into real lives 100% totally sold out to Jesus regardless the cost. It left me awestruck, challenging my own level of devotion to the cause of Christ. It built upon what God had been stirring in my heart with In His Steps. I also feel it planted the seeds which eventually grew into my own heart for missions and our family’s two year service overseas. In some ways that service was disappointing, leaving me empty. Elliot’s These Strange Ashes – another incredible book about self-sacrifice- helped me put that experience into perspective which is this: it’s all about Christ and my relationship with Him. (These Strange Ashes is a must read for anyone going through a severe time of testing.)

The Through Gates of Splendor story has been retold in a new film scheduled to be released on January 20, 2006. My husband and I were privileged to a free screening last night. You won’t want to miss End of the Spear. It is rated PG-13 due to violence. (Let’s face it, spearing to death is not a pleasant thing to watch.) There is also quite a bit of flesh showing, however, if you’ve read Elliot’s The Savage my Kinsman you will quickly realize the film covers more flesh than the real tribe did. It is told from Mincayani’s perspective. (He’s one of the killers.) All the Indian dialogue is in subtitles creating a greater sense of realism. The film is a must see and is evangelical in nature, though not pushy. My only disappointment is that it left, in my view, the conversion of Micayani underplayed. In reality, a church was planted among the Waodani people and Micayani baptized Nate Saint’s son, Steve, in the same river where he murdered Steve’s dad.

Another outstanding telling of this story is is Fate of the Yellow Woodbee by Dave and Neta Jackson. (A trailblazer book and great children's read-a-loud.)

~ Reviewed by Drewe Llyn Jeffcoat

Under the Overpass

Under the Overpass
by Mike Yankoski

What would God show you, what would He say to you, how would He change you if you forsook your upper-middle class college life to live on the streets for five months as a homeless person? Sounds crazy, doesn't it, to leave all and follow Christ into a dying, lost word?

In the spring and summer of 2003 Mike Yankoski and Sam Purvis did just that. You can read about their life-changing experience on the streets in Under the Overpass.

Prepare to be shaken, challenged, and changed.

~ Drewe Llyn Jeffcoat

The Simple Faith of Mr. Rogers

The Simple Faith of Mr. Rogers

by Amy Hollingsworth

I was not quite four years old when "Mr. Roger's Neighborhood" made its television debut on February 19, 1968. I'm not sure if my family wasn't able to pick it up, or if my parents limited my t.v. consumption allowing me only one viewing per day. Whatever the case, my own childhood t.v. memories revolve around Sesame Street which first aired November 10, 1969.

It really doesn't matter when I first "met" Mr. Rogers via tv, it just matters that I did. He became such a part of my children's lives that then 4 year-old Kyle was distraught we had to take his 1-year-old sister to the Urgent Care for stitches during "Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood". I don't blame him. I always found "The Neighborhood" to be a peaceful place where children were highly valued - everyone was highly valued. We "went" to see how crayons and assorted other things were manufactured, and who couldn't love Daniel Striped Tiger?

Though my children had outgrown the show by the time Fred Rogers died, we were all still saddened by news of his death. The man was gentle and kind, traits hard to come by in today's television market.

Mr. Rogers granted few interviews for he knew the habit of many in the media to distort the facts. He did, however, grant a couple of interviews to a woman by the name of Amy Hollingsworth which sparked a close friendship. After Rogers' death, Amy wrote a book about the man behind the very successful "Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood".

While I would not add The Simple Faith of Mr. Rogers to my list of life-changing books, I highly recommend it for anyone who get's warm-fuzzies when they are around trollies or who often catch themselves singing "It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood." Fred Rogers' faith was deep and real. He considered the space between the television and the viewer to be sacred ground which required him to be in tune with the Holy Spirit each and every day.

I think even we adults could learn a thing or two from Mr. Rogers' simple faith.

~ Drewe Llyn Jeffcoat

Your Father Knows What You Need

Today is Friday which means two things: We're going to the park with our fellow homeschoolers, and we're going to Wal-mart with the rest of the world. (That's just what we do on Fridays.) At the top of my shopping list was "walking shoes". The ones I've walked in for several years literally fell apart. My back-up shoes didn't offer the support my feet needed and they left blisters on my heels. I desperately needed some new shoes.

Until cooler weather returns we go to the park first. (Unless we're trying to beat the crowd preparing for impending hurricanes.) Today Candace and I arrived at the park just after my friend Dawn. She waited for me to catch up. She said, "Do you know anyone who needs a pair of shoes?" And she held up a pair of gently used Sketchers in my size! She said they had been sitting on her daughter's shelf for two years waiting for her to grow into them. The problem was, her daughter grew in and out of them before they realized it. Dawn brought them to the park in an off-chance someone could use them before she donated them to Goodwill. I said, "I'll take them." Right then Matthew 6:8 came to mind:

"...your Father knows what you need before you ask Him."


Before I knew I needed new shoes, my Heavenly Father knew and had them waiting even two years in advance.

Why do I worry about so many things when I'm in His loving hands?

Yes!!!!!

I have tickets to the Trans Siberian Orchestra for the THIRD ROW!!!!! I am so looking forward to December 17th! I'll post some more about TSO later. I just had to share my good news. Candace, Cassie, Cassie's boyfriend Michael, plus two of my friends will be going. Whoo Hoo!

By the way....I listened to Sarah Palin's speech last night. Can I write her name in for president????

Gustav was a gentleman.

It's still raining outside and wind-ing too. (Like "windy" only with an "ing" at the end. A word my daughter invented when she was small.) All in all Gustav was a gentleman. We only lost power for an hour and 20 minutes. The internet was out much longer, but that's ok. It is dreary outside, but at least the a/c is running on the inside. I haven't done much the last few days, yet I feel drained. I think it is the stress of wondering and waiting. I'm not complaining, as I'm grateful to have a roof over my head and food in the cupboards. (There's even a hidden pack of Oreos just waiting for the right moment. *insert maniacal laughter*)

Waiting for Gustav

Three years ago, when Katrina came through, we were without electricity for 6 days. We had made a few preparations, but were totally unprepared for 6 no-electric days. Ice became a precious commodity as did friends with hot water heaters powered by gas. Generators and gasoline were in high demand, and water was more precious that silver. We won't be caught unprepared again.

As Gustav brewed in the Gulf, we moved into action:

• My husband bought a generator.
• All our cars and gas cans are filled.
• We froze a gallon of tea and lots of two liter water bottles.
• My mother-in-law brought 48 Diet Cokes (her drink of choice) and 36 Dr. Peppers (my husband and kids' drink of choice).
• We have 48 frozen bottles of water.
• The ice chests are full of sandwich meat, hot dogs, milk, and already cooked ground beef. (We have a grill with an eye.)
• My cabinets are full of canned soup, vienna sausage, chips, cookies, trail mix, and home-made granola.

It's 3:24PM and our electricity is still on. (Of course it could still go off...it sometimes goes off on sunny days.) I'm not complaining...I love air-conditioning! It's just strange. We've been watching Gustav reports all day. And if that isn't enough to entertain, we have four animals in the house! We normally have an inside dog (Zeke) and an indoor/outdoor cat (Shadows). My mother-in-law lives much closer to the coast than we do so she came to stay with us. She brought her dog (Sammie). Candace has been convinced all day that our outside cat (Oliver) was scared and should come. Somehow she pursuaded her father to allow him in too. Now, Zeke and Shadows play together, and Oliver and Sammie play together. Sometimes Zeke will play with Sammie, but mostly thinks Sammie is a bother. Shadows would prefer that everyone just leave him alone. I tried to get a picture of the menagerie. You can tell it isn't one big happy family. LOL!

From left to right...Sammie, Oliver, and Zeke...Shadows is in the background wishing everyone would go away.

The Adventure Continues

The great mouse adventure was kind of fun. Today's adventure not so much. On our morning walk, as Cassie and I approached the infamous "coon" trash bin, our dog Sam rushed ahead to the bin and began barking again. The lid was still up, so Cassie and I figured the coons were long gone. (They were.) We decided we should shut the lid since we had opened it the day before. As we turned to do that I stumbled on Cassie's heel and tumbled to the ground. It was slow-motion but I was powerless to stop it. OUCH! My left knee is scraped and bloody, my right knee has just a little scratch, but I can tell it will soon be very black and blue, and my right hand has a small but very painfull scrape. I know my entire body will be sore this evening and tomorrow.

I think I'd rather chase a mouse. *sigh*

Eventful Morning

It's only 10:33 and it has already been an eventful morning:

Mom: Hey, Cassie, why are you up so early?

Cassie: I'm not sure if I'm imagining things or not, but I think I just saw a mouse run from behind my desk to under my Michael Box. (That's the beautiful box her boyfriend made for her.) Come look.

(Come look???? How can there be a mouse in the house when we have two cats????)

We creep into her room. She jumps on the bed. I gently move the "Michael Box" which causes a brown streak to flash across the floor finding refuge under Cassie's hope chest. (Which is closer to the bed.) We both scream, and Candace comes running.

In spite of Candace's protests (I think she's becoming an animal rights activist.) We bring in the cats. They have no interest whatsoever in ridding the house of rodents. (I think we feed them too much.) We eventually located the mouse behind Cassie's bed. Since we don't have any mouse traps I googled "live mouse traps" online and promptly made one using a paper towel tube, a trash can, and a piece of cheese. We left it for an hour. It didn't work. The mouse was still behind Cassie's bed. Candace's battle cry was still, "Don't hurt it." So, using a box and a yard stick we managed to maneuver the poor frightened creature into the box. We closed the box, drove down the road, and set it free.

(This is the "Michael Box". Can you guess her boyfriend's name?)

(This is her hope chest, which started out as a toy box. My dad built it and my mom painted it.)

And this is the MOUSE!

(Isn't he/she cute?)

But that isn't all......

While Cassie and I were on our morning walk our yellow lab (Sam) began barking ferociously at someone's trash bin. (A large wooden crate they put trash bags in for collection.) We paid him little attention deciding there must be a mouse in there somewhere. Before long Sam came along as we continued our walk. On the return trip Sam once again began barking ferociously at the trash bin. Our curiosity got the best of us, so Cassie and I raised the heavy lid to peer in. Imagine our surprise when we literally came face to face with a full grown raccoon! (It was clinging to the underside of the lid!) We both screamed and dropped the lid. A discussion ensued as to what our next course of action should be. We decided to free it. This time I was using a large stick. It took some effort, but I opened the lid long enough to see the 'coon (as we say in Mississippi) and drop the lid again. On the next try I noticed the critter was no longer attached to the lid. (Probably was experiencing heart failure.) I lifted the lid carefully with my hand and slowly peered in. (Cassie was keeping her distance.) Inside was not one, not two, but THREE raccoons huddled in the bottom corner! One was growling. Cassie came closer and took some pictures with my camera phone. (Which I will post as soon as I figure out how to get them off the phone and onto the web.)

We just couldn't wait for Candace to ask her customary, "Did you see anything interesting on your walk this morning?"

What will the rest of the day hold????

The piecing is finished!

The sun is out now.

I've...

...made the muffins.

...decided what to make for supper. (It still needs making.)

...washed and dried a load of clothes. (They still need folding.)

...posted the previous blog AND this one.

...and finished Cassie's quilt top!!!!!!!!!!! (Can I hear a hurray!)

...I still have to sort shirts and be lazy. *grin*

Rainy Day

It's raining outside. I'm not complaining; we need it.

On this rainy day I plan to...

...make banana muffins out of freshly ground whole wheat. (My friend, Dawn, ground it for me.)

...sew Cassie's quilt top together.

...figure out what to cook for supper. (And perhaps cook it. LOL!)

...wash and dry clothes. (I'll let my girls fold them. *hee hee hee*)

...sort out the new choir shirts.

...post this blog.

If I have time I'll be lazy.

My Take on Harry Potter

I realize I am rather late to the whole "Harry Potter" discussion. Let me explain why: In 1997, when the first of the seven book series came out, my children were ages 9, 6, and 2. I heard about them almost immediately, both pros and cons. With all the controversy surrounding those "wicked" books, and since my children weren't at an age they were clamoring to read them, I avoided all vestiges of Harry Potter mania, keeping me and my children "clean".


However...


Children grow up. That nine-year-old is now twenty; old enough to decide what he thinks about things. And so he did. Kyle, convinced by his mom that all things "Harry Potter" were evil and to be avoided like the plague, wanted to know exactly what was wrong with them and set out to read the series determined to prove his mother right. That was the plan. He, however, fell in love with Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Hogwarts. He convinced his seventeen-year-old sister that she, too, would love the books, and so she did. She, in turn, insisted they would make great read-a-louds for her younger sister and me. Kyle insisted I shouldn't stand against something I knew nothing about; all my arguments were based on the opinions of others, and since the Harry Potter series was such a cultural phenomena I should at least read/hear them once and make my opinions my own. Out of curiosity and love for a good story I consented. We finished the book tonight, and I now feel qualified to offer some insight into the world of Harry Potter. I will divide my thoughts into three parts: The Bad, The Good, and the Neutral.


The Bad:


1. Most people in Christendom find the magical component the most offensive thing about the series. I'll be truthful; the story centers on a young wizard, his magical friends, and their "world"; there is lots of magic.

2. Harry and his friends often break the rules, and seldom experience real punishment for their misdeeds.

3. As the series progresses and Harry grows older, there are instances of "dating" and "kissing" (called snogging...which cracks me up). There isn't much and really isn't worth mentioning except that some people do try to avoid all boy/girl situations in their children's reading material.

4. As the children grow older some of them begin to swear. Sometimes it is merely mentioned that they "swore". Sometimes the actual words are used. I do find cursing offensive, but I try to keep in mind that J. K. Rowling is British and they don't always see things the way we do.

5. The story is dark and grows darker with each successive book. (Each book is its own story, yet together they form one large story.) It is a classic good vs. evil where the evil is very vile. These books are not for young children or those easily disturbed. (I will interject that humor is often used throughout the story relaxing some of the tension. I find that the movies are much darker than the books as producers have to stick to the main story due to time constraints and cut out many of the lighter moments.)

6. Alcohol is referred to quite frequently. "Butter beer" being a favorite drink of the Hog warts students. Butter beer appears to be mildly alcoholic.

The Good

1. There is a very clear distinction between good and evil.

2. This is good literature. Rowling's character development is amazing. Every character is "real" in that each has obvious strengths and weaknesses. In contrast, I found C.S. Lewis's Lucy Pevensie (who I adored, make no mistake) an almost perfect child; adorable, but almost unrealistically pure and true. Rowling's main characters are loveable, but they are very human. Her plot development, too, is well thought out and knit together. She makes good use of suspense, humor, mystery, and the dramatic. Many times I found myself saying, "I never saw that coming."

3. Sacrificial love conquers all. (I can't say too much here without giving key points away.)

4. The story is quite captivating and begs to be read. Each time Cassie has to stop reading (to go to work, to bed, or because her throat was sore) Candace and I beg for more and can't wait for the next chapter to be read.

5. This is a great read-aloud. Let's face it, some really good books don't make good read-alouds. The Harry Potter series is one of the best around.


The Neutral

1. Christians often hail Tolkien's Lord of the Rings as epic (I do too. I love LOTR!) Excusing his use of magic because it served a greater purpose. Make no mistake, there was magic in LOTR. Gandalf's staff produced magical results; it just wasn't called a "wand". (And don't forget Gandalf was referred to as a "wizard".) Just because the palentir were called "seeing stones" doesn't mean they weren't crystal balls.

2. I've heard the above notation explained away because Middle Earth and Narnia aren't real places. The magic there isn't real because the places aren't. LOTR and Narnia are total fantasy whereas Harry Potter, so they say, is set in the real country of England. I agree that England is a real place, and Potter's world occasionally intersects with that place. However, the farther one gets into the overall story, the clearer it becomes that Rowling's world is just as fanciful as Tolkien and Lewis's

3. The magic in Harry Potter is totally fictitious. The "spells" used are not true "spells". If you look at them closely you will see that some are loose Latin translations and some just sound like what they do. For example: "Lumos" is used to light wand tips. "Expecto Patronum" is used to bring protection and loosely means "I expect my protector" in Latin.

4. When I learned the Hogwarts students took a class in divination I immediately became concerned, wondering how it would be treated. I was relieved to find that few people in Potter's "wizarding world" took divination seriously. There were cases of "prophecy" that came true, but anything having to do with fortune telling, palm or tea leaf reading, etc. was actually made sport of.

Well, those are my thoughts on Harry Potter, even if they are a bit late. Taking into consideration all the good and the bad, I would (and hope to) read the Harry Potter series again. Right or wrong, I really, really enjoyed it.

Quilt Progress

I wanted to post some pictures so people will know I'm not a total slacker around here. Cassie will have 24 blocks in her quilt; four each of six designs. I finished the last block today. Now all I have to do is arrange them, sew them together and quilt it. Oh, yeah, Candace has a quilt top that also needs quilting. Well, at least I won't have idle hands for a long time. *grin*

School Has Begun

*sigh* It's time for school to begin again. At least my kids are home with me as I begin my 14th year of homeschooling. (14 years!?!?!?! Seems like I'd be smarter than I am.) Cassie (Is she really a senior?????) works approximately 32 hours a week, so I'm proud that she has created a tight schedule for herself making sure she gets all her school work done. This year she is taking:

1. Sign Language
2. Government
3. Algebra 2
4. Human Anatomy and Physiology
5. Literature (Reading the Classics)
6. Grammar

My other dearie is in 8th grade. Too bad neither of us is as organized as her sister. Whereas Cassie jumped headfirst into school today and swam quickly, Candace and I are wading. We did manage to get a good bit of math done. She also did reading, science, and took a spelling assessment. I suppose that's not too bad for her first day. I want to add in grammar, copywork, and some kind of history. I'm not really sure what we will do for that last one. I think we will do a two week unit on the Gettysburg Address, perhaps a report on Lincoln to go with it. I also want her to create a notebook about Mississippi this year. I'm sure we'll read lots of living books related to history. I'll keep you posted.

Well, I hope everyone's week is off to a good start. It's raining here which means the high today is 78 instead of 97. I can live with that.

What has gotten in to me????

I'm in cleaning mode! I've scrubbed bathrooms, washed mini-blinds and curtains, and clothes, I've dusted the living room and dining room removing enough dirt to begin a small farm. Candace is vacuuming the living room for me. (Bless her heart!) Then I'll vacuum the hall and my bedroom. There are still more blinds, more curtains, more dust, and school shelves to go! Whoo-hoo! (This is so unlike me, the one who believes a home isn't a home unless you can write "I love you" in the dust. I wonder how many chocolate chip cookies I've earned????)

Happy Anniversary to Me (and my beloved)!

(I originally wrote this in honor of our 21st anniversary. Today is our 24th! I thought I'd run it again anyway. )

Pearls for the Strand

When my husband and I first married, we had each other and not much else. We lived in a less than desirable single-wide mobile home that wasn’t even ours (It was the parsonage.) with second-hand furniture that was hideous. It didn’t matter; we were young and in love. Through the years, though, we have amassed quite a few treasures (you can tell by the ever increasing size of the u-haul each time we move). Baby teeth, trimmings from first haircuts, bursting photo albums, bookcases brimming with such items as Bible helps, Max Lucado, and Dr. Seuss, all the paraphernalia that goes with having three children, and tons of happy memories flood our home and our lives. Oh, yes, and we still have each other. What more could we want when we truly have all we need?

OK. The truth is, sometimes I do want more. Sometimes the “Discontents” invade my thoughts causing desire for that which I do not have. I wish I had more closet space, more books, more clothes, and a strand of pearls. “A strand of pearls?” you ask. Yes, a strand of pearls. I’ve never been big on jewelry, but for some reason I’ve often wished for a strand of pearls that could be added to yearly. I want a pearl for each year Raymond and I have been married; this year would make twenty-one.

Pearls are the perfect symbol of a good marriage. Just as an oyster turns life’s irritations (a grain of sand) into a beautiful pearl, so a man and wife should coat their frustrations with love, allowing them to grow into a beautiful, caring relationship. A pearl is a “Redeemed Irritation”, so to speak. That’s what good marriages are made of.

I’ve all but given up on the pearl necklace. Not that I wouldn’t like it, but after twenty-one years of marriage I have a better handle on what’s truly important. And I’ve come to realize that my dear husband has given me “pearls” of much greater value. He’s given me:

1. Acceptance
2. Affirmation
3. Attention
4. Care
5. Comfort
6. Counsel
7. Courtesy
8. Devotion
9. Encouragement
10. Faithfulness
11. Friendship
12. Help
13. Himself
14. His Tootsie Rolls and Hershey Kisses
15. Honesty
16. Leadership
17. Love
18. Praise
19. Protection
20. Respect
21. Security
22. Strength
23. Support
24. Tenderness
25. Three wonderful children
26. Time alone when I need it
27. Trust
28. Understanding
29. Wisdom

Ooops! That’s more than 21! (How blessed I am!!) Each is a beautiful, priceless pearl for my strand – gifts from my husband. What more could I ask for?

The Bible says, “The price of wisdom is beyond pearls.” (Job 28:18) and “…wisdom is gained by those who take advice.”(Proverbs 13:10) That is the purpose of this book – to give you little pearls of wisdom for your marital strand. Each has been harvested from your church family and the Bible – from which all true wisdom has its roots. Make sure the strand you string them on is Christ, for “by Him all things hold together.”(Colossians 1;17)

My prayer is this: when death parts you, may the pearl necklace you leave behind you leave behind for your children and future generations, be long, pure, and beyond earthly value.
“Never let loyalty and kindness get away from you! Wear them like a necklace…”(Proverbs 3:3)

Longing for heavenly “pearls” with you,

Drewe Llyn Jeffcoat
© Drewe Llyn Jeffcoat 2005