I’ve moved

Posted August 31, 2007 by adustyframe
Categories: Uncategorized

Check out my new blog. Time to update the bookmarks!

My blessing this week

Posted August 31, 2007 by adustyframe
Categories: Provision, Works of God Weekend


I have quite a few blessings, but the one I’m going to share with you is found here.


(Did you go peek yet? I’ll wait……….)







Revka at The Porch Light also designs blogs and custom headers. She emailed me a few weeks ago and asked if she could give me a blog redesign and custom header.


Apparently someone one a contest from her once and never claimed the prize. (Can you imagine?)


I had just prayed about having a nicer blog a few days before I received her email. It wasn’t a stay up all night fast and pray type of request. I just had said, “Lord, I’d like to have a nicer blog and have it represent me a little better. Maybe someday you can provide a way for me to do that.”


I didn’t think that paying for blog customization was the wisest use of my overstretched budget. God wonderfully provided my request and it didn’t cost me anything.


Revka has been a delight to work with. Especially since I’m not very computer savvy. She has done a wonderful job and I am so thankful to her and to God for working this out.


There will be a few changes and a few tweaks but from now on, I’m going to be posting over there. This entire blog was uploaded into that one, but I will leave this open for awhile.



Works of God Weekend

Posted August 31, 2007 by adustyframe
Categories: Works of God Weekend


Another week has flown by. What has God done for you this week?


Please post on your blog and link back here or leave your work of God in the comments.


I found this link from my stat counter last week that I don’t think got linked here but it looks like a good blessing!

Moving Day Help

Posted August 29, 2007 by adustyframe
Categories: Encouragement, Provision

(picture from morguefile)

A couple of years ago, my store relocated.

Lee was in the county jail at the time and obviously couldn’t help me.

Here is the “rest of the story”.

My store had been in a very cute small building, but it was out of the way and not in the shopping district.

I always had my eyes open for somewhere to relocate, but I thought I’d miss my cute building so much. We had a little garden area, and James could play outside. I could work and still see him most of the time.

One Sunday morning, I woke up with a raging headache. James does not like missing church, however, so I got up and dragged myself to church.

We were sitting at a stop light in the downtown area, almost to church. I said, “That store is empty!” It was right at an intersection, right downtown, right in the shopping area.

I thanked the Lord that I had gotten up for church that morning. Especially because this headache Sunday of mine was also and envelope Sunday.

I called the number on the sign that afternoon and made an appointment for Monday morning.

As I drove to the store, I thought, “If they let me paint it, I’m going to paint it green.” (To compliment my logo.)

I walked in to find the walls already painted green. Not exactly the shade I’d have chosen, but it was close enough.

I asked, “How much?” When she told me the price, I almost laughed. It was only $100 more than my very small quaint building in the out of the way location.

I wrote a check that day. She told me, “This has only been empty since Friday night.”

A God thing for sure wouldn’t you say?

Over the next month, I prepared to move. I had to run ads, mail to my mailing list, clean the new place, order new business cards, switch utilities, run a moving sale, etc.

A few times, I’d go sit in the empty store and pray. I’d thank the Lord for this obvious working on my behalf. I’d pray about how to arrange things or that I’d be able to find/afford the new fixtures I’d need for this location.

On moving day, people from church began rolling in before 8 a.m. Many adults and teens came. Within a very short time, the entire upper floor was dismantled and in people’s vehicles. They’d drive to the new location where my employees were directing the unloading.

They came back and took more loads. In and out. In and out. Carrying, undoing fixtures, cleaning, serving.

My heart was so full of thankfulness. I literally was overwhelmed. I could not have moved the store on my own. I didn’t have the energy or strength to do it.

At one unloading, Pastor walked past me and said, “How are you doing Mrs. N?”

I said, “Fine. I’m just so thankful. I couldn’t have done this on my own.”

He said, “We wouldn’t have let you do it on your own.”

I went into the store to see people from my church hanging things, arranging things, cleaning, hanging fixtures. They helped me make decisions. They hung blinds. One went and bought a mirror for the bathroom door and didn’t let me pay her back.

I fed them pizza and soda. They worked some more.

By about 2 in the afternoon, the old store was completely moved and almost ready for me to turn over the keys.

The new store still had a lot of work to do, but just a few hours of people’s time gave me a gift. It was a gift of help but so much more.

It was a gift of care. It was the gift of “We love you and we’re here for you.”

I haven’t missed my old cute building even once.

God is good to provide what I need.

I am praying now for a buyer for this store or clear direction for what God wants me to do with it. I know that it’s time for me to move onto something else.

If he so very clearly worked in finding me a new location and sending help to move, he can very obviously send me a buyer right?

Please pray with me.

Works for me Wednesday

Posted August 29, 2007 by adustyframe
Categories: Budget Living



Here’s just a tiny little tip that probably everyone knows!


When I make juice from concentrate, I add an additional 1/2 can of water to the juice. It tastes just fine and you get another couple kid sized servings out of the same can of juice.

Every penny helps right!?

Christian Women from History

Posted August 28, 2007 by adustyframe
Categories: Christian Women from History, Songs & Hymns

A few weeks ago, I found my binder full of notes from a class I took in Bible college.

We studied about Christian women in history. We also learned about the women of the Bible.

As I read through my notes, I realized something. These women who went before endured so much more than God has asked me to endure.

They lived through unthinkable hard times. They worshiped God in their trial. They lived to glorify him. They didn’t falter.

At times, I’ve been asked how I endure this? Or I’ve been told, “I don’t know HOW you do this.” I simply have to choose each day to obey God in each area of my life. I am only doing what God has asked of me.

I am not suffering like a martyr. We don’t have to endure horrible illness, or lack of food.

These women are role models. Their lives are marked with a passionate love for our Saviour.

I want to begin to share them with you. I don’t know if I will go in order or just share the ones that stand out to me at the moment. Learning about those who’ve gone before is an encouragement. They tell us, “You can do it.” “Hang in there.” “Serving God is worth it.”

Tonight, I’ll just share with you some martyrs.

January 31, 1556

Anne Wright, Joan Sole, Joan Catmer, Agnes Snow–4 women who’s lives were irreproachable.

Rejected indulgences & confession.

The above persons were burnt at two stakes in one fire, singing Hosannas to the glorified Saviour until the breath of life was extinct.

August 1, 1556

Joan Waste–single. Age 22. She was called before the Bishop’s chancellor. They tried to confuse her but she refused to yield to their doctrine unless they would answer for her at Judgment Day. They would not.

She said if their consciences would not permit them to answer at God’s bar for that truth they wished her to subscribe to, she would answer no more questions.

Burned Aug. 1st, 1556. Windmill Pit.

Elizabeth Cooper–She recanted her belief but her conscience tortured her. She voluntarily stood up in church and revoked her former recantation. She was arrested July 13th and burned with a man named Simon Miller.

When she felt the fire, she cried, “OH!” and Mr. Miller put his hand toward her and told her to be of good courage. “For good sister, we shall have a joyful and sweet supper.” Encouraged, she stood the ordeal without flinching and with him proved the power of faith over flesh.

Anne Askew--When told to recant, she said she came not thither to deny her Lord and Master.
“And Anne Askew, being compassed with flames of fire as a blessed sacrifice unto God slept in the Lord AD 1546. Leaving behind her an example of Christian constancy for all men to follow.

An example of Christian constancy! Something we all need.

I’m so excited to share these women with you. Their ranks include 1st century martyrs, missionaries, and “normal” women just like you and me.

Find us Faithful Steve Green

We’re pilgrims on the journey
Of the narrow road
And those who’ve gone before us line the way
Cheering on the faithful, encouraging the weary
Their lives a stirring testament to God’s sustaining grace

Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses
Let us run the race not only for the prize
But as those who’ve gone before us
Let us leave to those behind us
The heritage of faithfulness passed on through godly lives

Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
May the fire of our devotion light their way
May the footprints that we leave
Lead them to believe
And the lives we live inspire them to obey
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful

After all our hopes and dreams have come and gone
And our children sift though all we’ve left behind
May the clues that they discover and the memories they uncover
Become the light that leads them to the road we each must find

Repeat Chorus

Letting Go

Posted August 28, 2007 by adustyframe
Categories: Enduring, Songs & Hymns


I became a church pianist when I was 12 years old. The pianist moved away and she asked me to take over.

For over 20 years, (Do I have to tell how many over 2o?!) I’ve participated in the worship service by using my talent to serve the Lord at the piano.

I studied piano pedagogy in college, but changed my major due to time constraints. It’s hard to work ones way through college and practice the piano for as many hours as the major required.

Playing the piano is something I am good at. (I’m so not boasting, it’s really one of my strong talents.) I enjoy playing and accompanying the time of worship.

Recently, our worship service has been restructured. To participate in the worship service, I will have to commit to a weekly 45-90 minute practice session on Saturdays.

I simply cannot do that. I have prayed about it and I know that I cannot do it. I often work on Saturdays. I am not in any way making an excuse when I say that I cannot make another commitment.

I am already stretched to the limit with things that require my time. I already do not have enough time to do the things that are God’s priorities for my life.

Serving the Lord is definitely a priority, but I’m having to let go of how I serve.

Serving the Lord by doing something that I truly love was a blessed thing for me.

I have to tell you that I honestly have shed tears over this decision. I don’t want to tell Pastor that I cannot commit to this. I don’t want to sit through the song service in the pew.

I know that there will be comments or rolled eyes. I’ve seen them and heard them through all the things I have had to let go in this trial. I wonder if people don’t know that I see? I know that people will not understand when I say I cannot commit to this. There will probably be the insinuation that I am not willing to serve. (Not from Pastor, he’s been a wonderful encouragment to both Lee and I.)

I am willing to serve and have been willing for many years.

I have to trust the Lord that he knows my heart. I have to not care what anyone says or implies. To put it frankly, I am not serving them! I am serving him.

He knows my time constraints. He knows that I am so tired. He knows that I do everything by myself. He knows that I have a hard time visiting Lee as often as I could. He knows.

I have prayed that God would show me what to let go of or where I can cut back. I didn’t foresee it being THIS. I didn’t think it would be something that I love.

He knows though doesn’t he? He knows what I need. He knows where my limits are. He knows that I asked him to show me what to do.

I’m not sure how treading through these uncharted waters will feel. I am pretty sure my fingers will feel like dancing across the hymn book as we sing.

So for now, my voice will singĀ  when for so many years it has been my fingers singing to God echoing the cry of my heart.

Psalm 40:3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.


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