The world weeps...

Gluten Free Fried Chicken

2 (3 1/2 to 4-pound) chickens, cut into individual pieces

Brine

4 c buttermilk

1 c salt

3 Tb garlic powder

1/4 c sugar

2 tbs paprika

Batter

2 lg eggs

2 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

2 c buttermilk

Coating

6 c gluten free flour

2 Tbs paprika

1 Tb salt

1 Tb pepper

1 Tb garlic powder

Mix brine ingredients in a large bowl. Place the chicken pieces in brining solution and refrigerate for two to three hours. Remove and place on rack to air-dry.

Mix batter ingredients and place in a large bowl. Place coating in large pan to coat chicken.

Coat chicken with flour, then place in batter. Drain excess batter off chicken and place in flour again and cover. Use tongs for transfers.

To fry, heat vegetable oil to 375 degrees in a cast-iron skillet. Do not fill the pot more than half full with oil. Place five to six pieces of chicken, skin side down first, in the skillet and cook, covered for seven minutes. Turn chicken and cook, uncovered, for another seven minutes. Allow the oil to return to 375 degrees F before frying the next batch.

Remove the chicken from the oil and place each piece on a metal baking rack set on a sheet pan, keeping warm in the oven until ready to serve.

I can't take credit for most of this recipe. It was adapted from Adapted from SmittenKitchen.com

A Three Blood Chord and Our Little Girl

This is a story of redemption and faith and the conception of a little girl.  It is our story and I finally feel like it is ok to reveal so others might have hope. This baby was an answer to 5 + years of trying and a lot of prayers.   

During our 16 week ultrasound, we found out we were going to be the parents of a little girl.  We held on to the news for 4 weeks and then revealed her gender to the world.  During the time period before her conception, my husband and I had almost resigned ourselves to the fact we might possibly never experience the joy of having our own child, so we began to explore and discuss the possibility of fostering or adoption.  Even though we knew we could provide a home for a child that needed two loving parents, the pain of never conceiving plagued us over and over again on a monthly basis.  I grew tired of people asking me “when are you and your husband going to have your own children” or “what’s taking you so long”? I felt like either my faith was lacking or G-d had a plan and I needed to surrender to the reality of what I was facing.  I was already facing insurmountable odds even conceiving because of my age and a host of other factors.  Prior visits to a fertility specialist revealed I would have less than a 5% chance of ever conceiving and if I did, the odds rose exponentially for me to bear a child with a chromosomal anomaly of some type.  Without some type of fertility cocktail or IVF, our chances of conceiving naturally were between slim and none. 

We didn’t care. 

G-d had other plans.

In the instant we found out we were pregnant, we knew she was a gift and despite the odds, we decided to cherish her no matter the outcome.

On the day of my 20^th week ultrasound I was relieved that my little girl had survived twenty weeks of gestation and development and I wasn’t too worried about sitting through the intricacies of this particular visit.  You see, we had already gone through some pretty tough hurdles during this pregnancy.  After all, I had survived a first trimester of exhaustion, fear of loss, and the early news that my progesterone levels were significantly down, which was often a sign that I was about to miscarry.  None of the threats were real, and my little girl held on for dear life.  I already knew she was a fighter and each day as I placed my hands over my womb, I prayed she would grow up strong and have a heart that was wholly G-d’s.

As I sat in the Doctor’s office waiting to be called back to undergo my ultrasound, I wasn’t too worried.  She had made it this far and I knew the odds of her survival were in our favor.  The technician had me lay on the table and started to go over the intricate details of my little girl, one limb, one organ, and one bone at a time.  She pointed out a foot, the brain, the stomach, the vital organs, her heartbeat, etc.

Then she grew silent. 

Instantly, I red flagged her silence and alarm welled up inside of me.  What was she thinking?  Is there something wrong?  Since my husband was catching up on much needed sleep, I was all alone and neither one of us was initially worried about the test results. 

After the examination was over, they escorted me back to an exam room and within a couple of minutes my OB/GYN came in to talk to me about the results.  He basically said that developmentally, everything looked right on course and she was a beautiful little girl. 

He looked down and grew quiet. 

Looking at me he said “I don’t know how else to tell you this, but we only found a two blood umbilical chord and 99% of all babies are born with a three blood chord.  I am so sorry.” 

I was stunned. 

What was he saying to me?  Does this mean she is dying?  My mind raced and I just sat there looking at him in absolute silence.  He continued talking and said, “This probably means nothing, but I am going to refer you up to a Perinatologist for further testing.”  He went on to explain, “Typically in a three blood chord, it means that one main artery and two veins are taking blood and toxins to and away from the fetus and placenta.  It is your baby’s lifeline to you and determines the level of oxygen and nutrients she is receiving from you.  When we see a two blood chord, the concern is that it could be a soft marker for a chromosomal abnormality and we want to explore with further testing on her to rule this out.”  Were we looking at birthing a child with Down Syndrome or some other genetic mishap?

I had no words.  I couldn’t cry.  I felt like my world had just inverted and I was about to face the battle of my life with this precious little girl. I asked him how this could affect her cognitive, emotional, and physical development.  He assured me he didn’t know but that he wanted me to go see a specialist as quickly as possible. 

Leaving his office, I quickly called my husband and sobbing relayed the news to him.  We both reaffirmed our beliefs that no matter the outcome, we were going to cherish the gift and love her unconditionally.  Trying to keep it together, I drove the 45 minute trip home in silence and collapsed on my bed.  My husband just held me and we talked about what this could all mean for her and for our future with her. 

We didn’t know. We didn’t care.  She was our baby.

After a week of waiting to hear from the Perinatolagist, I finally was able to secure an appointment with one of the top Doctor’s in our area and set up an appointment for a follow up Level Two ultrasound and genetic testing which would give us a much clearer picture of what was going on with her.  Initially I wasn’t interested in genetic testing, but if we were dealing with some type of anomaly, then my husband and I needed to prepare ourselves for how this would impact our lives.

On the day of my appointment, I took a friend (who is like an aunt) with me and we waited for almost an hour for me to be seen by the technician.  The waiting was agonizing and between my husband texting me, my parents praying, and my “local” mom praying, I was getting pretty nervous.  When the technician called me back, she had a much calmer demeanor then the one two weeks earlier.  Immediately, I felt peace and knew that I was in good hands.  By this time I was 22 weeks along and they had a much bigger picture of what my little girl looked like.  As the technician moved the wand over my stomach, my little girl kept moving her head away from the camera and we had a lot of laughs over her behavior in my womb.  For nearly an hour, the technician measured every single detail, gave us her approximate weight, and then smiled when she got to the umbilical chord.  She said, “I don’t know what the other technician and Doctor saw in the last ultrasound, but I can clearly see a Mickey Mouse head, which is what we look for in determining the presence of a three blood chord.”

I was beyond elated.

Instantly, I had hope.

She was going to be ok.  Once again, she had beaten the odds.

Looking back, the 20 week ultrasound showed only a two blood chord.  I remember watching the original technician mark it with a blue and red line.  This time there was distinctly three lines showing up on the screen.  When you are watching your baby on an ultrasound screen, you are paying very close attention to how she looks, moves, expresses herself, etc.  Believe me, I looked at every single detail and took note of the tiniest details of her feet, toes, hands, and lips. 

Was I looking at a miracle on that screen?  In my heart I believe this to be absolute truth.

When they took a screen shot of her little hand, she had her index finger pointed up at the top of the screen as if to say “this is all about G-d.” I firmly believe in the depths of my soul that battles are won or lost by what we choose to engage in, but the war we fight in life ultimately belongs to G-d.  

Right now I am 6 months along in my pregnancy.  She will be here in 3.5 months and with each flutter, kick, and movement, I thank G-d that this miracle of life is growing inside of me.  She is wholly His and despite the odds, I can already tell she is a fighter and will continue to beat the odds, no matter how much they come up against her.

G-d is on her side.  The war for her life belongs to Him.  He formed her. He created her.  He loves her.  He knew who she was and what she would do with her life before He even formed her in my womb.  I take refuge in this knowledge and I rest confidently in the hope that she is His gift to us. 

Where does your hope lie?

Ecclesiastes 4:12 A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.

Plankeye

 

 

If an eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind, then I guess the metaphor of removing the speck out of one's eye makes perfect sense. It is kind of hard to remove specks, if we are blinded by protruding beams in our own. Despite our own efforts to live in this manner, we still operate out of our own woundedness and in effect rams others with our words and expectations of "godly living". 

 

How can we stand at the door and knock, if we are acting as a battering ram of good intentions but in effect poorly execute what it means to esteem one another better than ourselves?  Decisions, both good and bad, have consequences. Let's pray before speaking and get out of the way of God doing His work on this earth. Be his hands and feet, and think twice when measuring your thoughts and cutting the air with your speech. 

Christmas Craft Tray

I saw this idea posted on several other pages but found it was too cute not to pass up making.

Using a tray I found at Michaels, I only had to cut out the words I needed from a Silhouette SVG file and then adhere it to the front of the tray.

Voila! Instant cuteness!

Pumpkin Bread with Cinnamon Icing

I have eaten a lot of pumpkin bread in my life and quite frankly I have gagged on a lot of them.  Honestly, I prefer pumpkin bread that is sweet, spicy, and leaves me begging for more.  So after trying a bunch of different recipes, I came up with a hybrid recipe blend and people love it!

So as not to be a personal recipe hoarder, I am sharing with ya'll it's spicy goodness!

Pumpkin Bread Ingredients:
15 oz can Libby's Pumpkin Puree
4 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil
2/3 cup water
2 cups white sugar
1 cup light brown sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
3.5 cups flour
2 tsp baking soda
1.5 tsp salt
2 tsp ground cinnamon
2 tsp ground nutmeg
1 tsp ground cloves
1/2 tsp ground ginger

Directions:  
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Grease and flour loaf pans or cake pans...I used one loaf pan and one 9 x 13 cake pan.

In mixer, combine pumpkin, eggs, oil, water, white/brown sugars and vanilla until well incorporated.

Sift rest of dry ingredients together and slowly merge into pumpkin mixture until just mixed.

Pour into pans and cook for a minimum of 50 minutes or until toothpick inserted into center is no longer wet.

Poke holes all over bread if you want your icing thin. Otherwise, you may keep it as is and just ice it once your bread has cooled.

Cinnamon Icing

Ingredients

1 tsp vanilla
3 cups powdered sugar
3 TB Ground Cinnamon
3/4 cup heavy whipping cream

Mix all together until ingredients are well blended.

Depending on how thin or thick you want your icing, you pour it over the breads once they have cooled.

Enjoy!

Love this song

Beautiful and haunting....doesn't apply to me (only in my past) but beautifully written lyrics. 

http://youtu.be/Q3VjaCy5gck

Mugshot of prayer

The picture below is of a mug I made to remind myself that prayer is the most powerful communication we can give to G-d.

I hate going through challenges and the hardest part of going through a trial is being joyful until you see the end in sight. So I pray and rest because G-d knows me and He especially 

knows what the best plans are for my life.

So when I stress..I have to remind myself to pray and hand it over to the One who holds the world in the palm of His hands.

Redemption

Re·demp·tion 

[ri-demp-shuhn]  

noun

1.

an act of redeeming or atoning for a fault or mistake, or the state of being redeemed.

2.

deliverance; rescue.

3.

Theology . deliverance from sin; salvation.

4.

atonement for guilt.

5.

repurchase, as of something sold.

Source:  Dictionary.com

I can tell I have changed.  Several years ago, the only thing I used to think about was hanging out with friends, looking forward to a cocktail, and partying. All that bottomed out when I could no longer financially handle living a wine lifestyle on a beer budget.  In short, my entire world bottomed out and I found myself emotionally and financially spent and in dire need of a bail out.  

Fast forward several years.

Looking back over the past five years, I can tell my attitude and thought process towards life has changed.  It wasn't a dramatic conversion as one might expect, but a methodical drive towards overcoming my personal demons.  I didn't deserve grace, yet G-d showed up and gave me the gift of a life fully in recovery.  In short, I was redeemed, bought at a price, swept up, and given a second chance at life.  I failed miserably at my old jobs, but yet found new life helping others become over-comers in their own lives.  

Grace is a never ending spring of life giving abundance. 

Sure my life has its challenges, but there is an unusual calm about the way I consider my own personal battles.  Not once has G-d turned His back on my husband and I when we needed Him most.  He has helped heal our marriage, provide for our basic needs, and give us the assurance that life may not be easy, but He is fully present to scoop, redeem, and provide when we need Him the most.  

I can bank on His consistency in my life, because nothing I do can change His love towards me.  His grace covers a multitude of my sins and I recognize His unmerited favor and redemption of my death sentence into eternal life.  

I am redeemed.  I am accepted.  I am desired.  I am loved.

Likewise, nothing you do can redeem you from the curse of death except Yeshua.  He is the way, the truth, and Life.  

Nutella Ice Cream

Nutella + Ice cream = heaven on earth.

I am not kidding.

My inspiration for this bowl of deliciousness came from seeing posts pop upon Pinterest for variations of it, but none of them were in English.

BOOOOOOOOOO!

So, in my quest to create the ultimate flavor explosion for the fourth of July this year, I scoured a few recipe sites until I stumbled upon a few and made my own variation of this incredibly flavorful delight.

The reactions I got when people ate the first spoonfuls today were priceless.  Some cussed out of sheer admiration, others went for seconds, and my husband took one bite and determined that I was never ever allowed to purchase ice cream from the store again.

So rather than be a little piggy about it, I am willing to share with the hopes that others can experience the cold respite of Nutella yumminess on a hot summer day.

Ingredients:
4 large eggs
1 1/3 cup of sugar
4 cups of heavy cream
1 1/2 cups cold milk
1 1/2 cups of nutella

Whisk eggs in mixer until frothy.  Gently incorporate cream and milk and whisk until well incorporated.  Blend in sugar and then when the mix no longer looks grainy, blend in Nutella until well smooth.

I used a double Cuisinart ice cream maker and poured the ingredients into each bowl until about 3/4 of the way full.

Let mix for 30 minutes until the consistency of a frosty.

Pour into freezable container and set overnight to harden.

Don't let the dairy scare you. It is rich and creamy and definitely worth the experience of making every now and then.

Cheers Ya'll!

Laura

Operation World and Uganda.

The call to pray is a serious one if a believer recognizes the impact their words and hearts cry has on the Father. Today is day two of two in Operation World's call to pray for the nation of Uganda. It has special meaning for me, because my husband and I sponsor a little girl in Uganda named Silivia and we think about her constantly. I pray for her health, safety, community, family, education, and innocence, since many within her nation have become victims of the Lord's Resistance Army, a guerrilla terrorist organization which preys on children and turns them into child soldiers.

She is safe, but my heart breaks for those in her country who have been traumatized by war. It drives me to my knees to pray and my heart has turned towards Uganda.

http://www.thevintagepearl.com/products/aheartforAfrica_p116

If you haven't done so or thought about it, there are millions of children around the world who would love to be sponsored and have their most basic needs met. Wonderful organizations like World Vision and Compassion International out there have children, like Silivia, for you to sponsor on a monthly basis.  As they grow, you grow as a sponsor, and personally, it has changed the way I view responsibility and giving back to the world around me. When we get her letters in the mail, we proudly hang them up on our refrigerator like any parent or family member would do for special children in their life.  Take a moment to not only pray for the individual nations of the world, but also to think about ways you can give of your time and resources to transform entire communities and nations around the world.

I Choose

 

What are some of the things you choose to do daily?  

It is easy to look at a quotation like this and say I am committed to think and believe this way, but in reality I like many others do the complete opposite.  The key is to be mindful when living life so that each moment and breath encapsulates this reality.  True adventure of the soul expresses worship through wholehearted devotion to God rather than a solo act of lip service which acknowledges Him as Lord but fails to follow through with action.  

Canning = serenity

I admit, I have turned into a domesticated diva that purchases 40 plus pounds of sweet potatoes just because they are a good price. My solution: can them in such a way so that I can have have mashed sweet potatoes or soup whenever I feel like it. The only problem right now is I have all these potatoes and zero time to make it happen.

Guess I will have to rearrange my calendar...

Do you can?

Stuffed Shells...be still my sleep deprived heart!

With the exception of a three hour nap from 5 am to 8 am this morning, I have been up for almost 1.5 days working on a grant for my internship site.  It has been a project of mammoth proportions and I was relieved to finally upload, submit, and place into the charitable pot for consideration.   Having said all that...I am loopy tired and am fighting the urge to take a very loooooong nap.  My husband has been staying out of my way while I finished the project, so I felt the need to cook up some food that appeased both of our palates.

He wanted shells in cheese....I wanted a nap.  Neither one of us felt like going to the commissary, so we compromised and went ten minutes before they closed.  Quickly grabbed the fixin's for this fabulously delish dish, we did the happy dance when we found a great deal on extra large monster lo carb energy drinks.

Originally we originally found the recipe on another website, but made a few tweaks to personalize it and make it our own.

It is super easy to do, and I even have a trick for keeping your cheese stuffin' clean.

Here's what you have to do:

Stuffed Shells with Italian Sausage

Ingredients:

1 container ricotta cheese (15 oz)
1 large beaten egg
Dash salt
2 c grated buffalo mozzarella cheese separated...none of that shredded bagged stuff!
1/4 c green onions finely minced.
extra virgin olive oil, enough to cover the bottom of a saute pan...I am liberal with it!
1/2 TB red pepper
Salt, just under a teaspoon
Half a bulb of garlic,smashed, crushed, and then finely chopped
42 oz crushed red tomatoes
1 sm can tomato paste
1 package of sweet Italian sausage links cut up in small bits
jumbo pasta shells

To Prepare:

1)  Heat up water to boil the shells in and make sure you add a little olive oil and salt to the water to infuse them with flavor.
2)  Being by sauteing the sauce links over medium until they are cooked through.  Drain grease.
3)  Take a saucepan and throw in the oil, pepper flakes, salt, and crushed garlic.  Cook over medium high heat until the flavor of the garlic starts to open up and fill the air with its fragrance.
4)  Immediately add crushed tomatoes, tomato paste, and cooked sweet italian sausage.  
5)  Simmer until flavors are really incorporated.
6)  Turn on oven to 350 degrees.
7)  Mix ricotta, beaten egg, chives, salt, and half of the mozzarella cheese together.
8)  Cook shells until they are al dente.  IMMEDIATELY drain them and run cold water over them until they have cooled down enough to dry out.
9)  While waiting for pasta to dry, place the cheese into one of these babies.

Tovolo Cupcake Pen

10)  Your tomato sauce should be thick by now.  Ladle the lasagna pan bottom.

11)  Using your Cupcake Pen, begin piping cheese mixture into shells.  Lay neatly into the lpan.  (The cool thing about using the cupcake pen, is you will find it much easier to use then a spoon which makes things VERY messsy.

12)  Ladle remainder of sauce over shells and then sprinkle remaining mozzarella over top.  

13)  Cover with foil and cook for 30 minutes, then remove foil and bake until cheese starts to turn a nice shade of brown.

Here is where it gets sticky.  

14)  Remove pan from oven and don't touch it. I mean it. Don't stick a fork in to taste test.   Don't pick cheese off of it. Keep your husband out of the kitchen, he will be tempted.  Trust me, I know this to be a proven fact.  Let the pan sit for 30 minutes until everything hot has had time to settle down a bit.

When all is good and settled...DIG IN!  

Here's to a well fed husband and a peaceful night.  Cheers!

;

Mental Stability

I was talking to a friend of mine the other day about life and she challenged me to pick up my computer again and start blogging. I have to admit, I really do miss pouring my heart out with every keystroke and life has been nothing short of challenging for me over these past few months. I am not the same person I was even three years ago and I wish I could put to rest my past and all of my faults/mistakes from it. Why does human nature dictate that what we were in the past be what people decide is how we should be in the present? Why can't we accept the fact that people grow up, mature and move on with their lives? I used to party and drink alot. To the detriment of those around me, I was so insecure about love and life that I ended up hitting rock bottom. I lost my friends, got laid off from my job, and was absolutely miserable. Somebody called me psycho a few years ago and looking back, I would have to agree with their opinion of me. I was not mentally healthy. Right now I am finishing up my Master's Degree in Professional Counseling. I look at where I was then versus now, and I am in such a better place mentally. My point in all of this is to merely state that one has to be healthy in order to be stable in life. I feel much calmer and much more content with my situation and my status in life. It doesn't take much to make me happy and I have a heart for those who do not know the peace of God like I have come to experience. I have surrendered all of myself to the grace of God. Without Yahweh I am nothing.

Vol Ball Caramel Orangesicle Cookies

I am ready for football season, mainly watching the University of Tennessee play. There is something so incredible about sitting in the stands amongst a see of bright TN orange, singing Rocky Top, and watching the Pride of the Southland Marching Band form a giant "T" for the football team to run through. I tear up every single time this magical combination happens right before kickoff, because it is as that moment I am one with the crowd.


Football season cannot happen soon enough. I am so ready for it that I even changed my ringtone on my cellphone to Rocky Top and will probably annoy all the Georgia Bulldawg fans around me. You see I live in the heart of Dawg's territory and wear my orange proudly. I am such a diehard fan, that my entire kitchen is being outfitted in Kitchenaid Orange appliances.


In honor of the upcoming football season, I decided to create my own twist on another chocolate chip cookie. This one I affectionately have dubbed "Vol Ball Caramel Orangesicle Cookies". It has a hint of orange flavor to tease your tongue, are pillowy soft, will rock your world with white chocolate chips, and send you over the edge when you bite into it's caramel center. Oh yes beloved reader, this one is a keeper for sure!

Here is the recipe:

Dry Ingredients: (Sift these ingredients together)
2 1/2 c flour
1 tsp baking soda

For the sugar base:
1 1/2 sticks of butter melted 1 1/2 c packed light brown sugar
1/2 cup sugar
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1.5 tsp orange extract 2 eggs
1 package of vanilla instant pudding (don't question me, just buy it!)
1 c white chocolate chips
zest of two oranges or one large navel orange
1 c caramel bits

Directions:

1) Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.
2) Beat the butter, sugars, vanilla, and orange extract until creamy.
3) Add in the eggs and mix until smooth.
4) Mix in the pudding.
5) Incorporate dry ingredients into mixture.
6) Using a microplane grater, zest two oranges and add to mix.
7) Next, gently mix in the blessed white chocolate chips and caramel bits.

This is what the mix should look like

8) Take a big chunk of dough roll it into a ball.  

9) Drop them onto greased cookie sheets

11) Bake for a minimum of 17 minutes.
12)  When you pull them out of the oven....RESIST and let them rest.

Fresh out of the oven

check out that gooey caramel center!

Everything is perfect with a tall glass of ice cold milk!

 

ENJOY!  :)

One Pound Chocolate Chip Cookies

I am on a high protein diet, which has really caused me to reevaluate why on earth I decided to make these monsters. One bite in them, and you will turn into a chocolate zombie. I am not kidding. These babies are the size of my palm and about half an inch thick.



The best part, when you bite into them, they are soft, chewy, and hit you with a chocolate caramel center. Prepare to feast your eyes and loosen your belts a notch.


Directions:

Dry Ingredients (Sift all these ingredients together....BEFORE you add it to the gooey sugar base).
2 c flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt

For the sugar base:
1 1/2 sticks of butter (give me a break, I live in Savannah and yes, Paula Deen is from here!)
1 c packed light brown sugar
1/2 cup sugar
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1 egg plus another egg yolk
1 c chocolate chips
1 c white chocolate chips
20 rolos (yeah, you heard me, and make sure you take off its golden wrapper!)

Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.

Put on an apron, you will wear flour if you aren't careful!

Melt butter

In my Kitchenaid mixer (I LOVE that thing), beat together the butter, sugar, and vanilla until creamy. 

SLOOOOWLLLY add in the egg and then the yolk until everything looks smooth.

Then, slowly add in the dry ingredients.

When everything looks like doughy heaven, incorporate in all the blessed chocolate chips until your mixer sounds like it is driving on a bumpy road.

Here's where it gets fun! 

Take a big chunk of dough roll it in to a ball and then form a cavity in the center. This is the well where you place two Rolo's and then close up the hole.

If need be, pinch off more dough out of your mix to close the gap. You should have a ball the size of a lime. 

Drop them onto greased cookie sheets and bake them for a minimum of 17 minutes. When you pull them out of the oven....RESIST the temptation to eat one. Trust me. They need to sit for about ten minutes in order to harden slightly enough to handle. Otherwise you will end up with a gooey mess on your hands.

Makes about ten cookies....and if you aren't careful, will add ten pounds too!

 

Hillsong - All I Need Is You - With Subtitles/Lyrics - HD Version

If the World Were A 100 Person Village

If we could reduce the world's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all existing human ratios remaining the same, the demographics would look something like this:

The village would have 60 Asians, 14 Africans, 12 Europeans, 8 Latin Americans, 5 from the USA and Canada, and 1 from the South Pacific
51 would be male, 49 would be female
82 would be non-white; 18 white
67 would be non-Christian; 33 would be Christian
80 would live in substandard housing
67 would be unable to read
50 would be malnourished and 1 dying of starvation
33 would be without access to a safe water supply
39 would lack access to improved sanitation
24 would not have any electricity (And of the 76 that do
have electricity, most would only use it for light at night.)
7 people would have access to the Internet
1 would have a college education
1 would have HIV
2 would be near birth; 1 near death
5 would control 32% of the entire world's wealth; all 5 would be US citizens
33 would be receiving --and attempting to live on-- only 3% of the income of "the village"

Source: Family Care Foundation

Keep Smiling,

Broken

Another great song which rings so poetic. The relationship between God and man. In His name, we find meaning.

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