My Time at the Inn

Here is the promised recipe for Butterfinger Dessert. I got this from my hometown paper, The Brock Bugle, and it was submitted by Denise (Lockwood) Rathbone 1 stick oleo, melted (I would use butter) 2 C. milk 2 C. graham cracker crumbs 1 qt. softened vanilla ice cream 1 C. soda cracker crumbs 1 lg. container frozen whipped topping, or whipped cream 2 sm. pkgs. instant vanilla pudding 3 Butterfinger candy bars Mix butter and crumbs.  Press 2/3 of crumbs into 9 X 13 inch pan.  Reserve remaining 1/3 crumbs. Blend 2 packages of pudding with milk. Add quart of ice cream. Blend.  Pour over crust.  Frost with whipped  topping. Spread the reserved cracker mixture over top.  Crush candy bars, sprinkle over top. Refrigerate until firm. I hope those of you who read this, will enjoy it.  I didn't write any sooner, because a lot has been going on. Timothy came home for a surprise visit!  We have enjoyed him so much, and I especially have had some g...

Valentine's Day 2010 began beautifully. In Sunday school we learned about Abraham's sin before Pharaoh from Genesis 12, as we go through Genesis.  In church, we learned about God's love for us.  In whom do we put our trust?  It made me take stock of myself.  I have times when doubt comes, and foolishly, I fail to trust my loving Saviour to meet my need. In the afternoon, Matt, Francine, Ethan, and Luna came for a little visit.  It's always fun to see the grandchildren. I read to Luna, played shoot-em up with Ethan, and watched as Aunt Jayne played a board game with Ethan.  I also worked on school things. All in all a blessed day.  I have written on my novel too, but I'm stuck on what I want a certain character to do.  If those of you who follow this blog would pray about that with me, I would appreciate it. As to what I am reading right now, other than the Bible, of course, it's James Rosen's  The Strong Man .  It's about John Mitche...

The actress Bette Davis once said in an interview, "Getting old ain't for sissies!"  I remember chuckling about that when I heard it in my forties, but now, in my sixties, I experience the reality of that statement.  Old age forces us to think about what lies ahead...eternity.  Aging never seemed to bother me until I reached my sixties.  When I turned thirty, I had a baby, a toddler and a preschooler and too busy to think about getting old.  At forty, I had a toddler, an adolescent, two teens, and home schooling. Who had time to think about getting old?  At fifty, I had an adolescent still at home, kids in college who still needed, and amazingly, wanted Mom's advice, plus I took care of my mother who had broken her hip, and yes, still home schooling.  Days and nights flew by and I never thought of myself as old.  Then sixty hit.  I had all this time, and with time on one's hands reflection takes place.  I saw lines on my face, or as my g...