"Let such a one think this, such as we are in word by letters when we are absent, such will we be also in deed when we are present. For we dare not make ourselves of the number, or compare ourselves with some that commend themselves: but they measuring themselves by themselves, and comparing themselves among themselves are not wise..."

                                                                            2 Corinthians 10: 11,12

Wednesday morning and it is above freezing, but ever so dreary. Heavily overcast, how I need some sunshine! As do our batteries. I may have to start up the generator to do some charging. But I really believe I'd rather have mud than wind and ice. Or snow. 

We did survive the Arctic blast or polar vortex, whatever you would call it. It sure was cold! Oh my! We, of course didn't leave that Wednesday. I was prepared to actually enjoy the whole day at home. We were warm and dry, had plenty of food, books to read, yes!

Then my mom came over and rained on my parade! Well, guess not rained. She didn't have any water. Strange! We had water. We've never had problems with pipes freezing. Anyway, what do do? I called sis Barb Gingerich (several times). Then Elmer happened to think, Mid-State Tank had problems with their meter freezing. They put a bale on top to prevent it. 

Boing! A light went on! Quite some time ago, I saw that the lid was off of Mom's meter. Why I didn't put it back on, is beyond me. Anyway, I called daughter Jane to see if any of their boys are at home. Yes, Lucas was. Great! So Lucas came over, he and Galen carried out some hot water and got it thawed. Yes! Praise the Lord from whom all Blessing (and water) flow! Was I ever glad for our grandsons' help. Thank you Lucas and Galen!

I thought we would get to see daughter Cindy and the "Littles" this past Friday evening. I was so excited! Friday was actually a sunny day, but woe is me! First of all, the generator ran out of gas before I was done with the laundry. When that happens, it has to "pout" awhile before it will run again. I had one load left! But I let it "pout" then I finished. I then decided to bake cookies so when Cindy and the "Littles" come, we can have cookies and coffee. But something went wrong with the dough. The cookies were not turning out right. I added more flour, to no avail. Was it because I was using Pamela's baking mix? I was out of regular flour. Whatever, they were awful! Then I get a message that Cindy isn't coming after all. I wasn't quite done but I quit, gathered up the whole mess and put it in the dumpster. Then I cried! And that's not all. We wanted to have ham, eggs and toast for lunch. I burned the first batch of toast! Definitely not one of my better days!

Then, later, when I found out what took place in the night, I was ashamed of myself. Here I was bemoaning and feeling sorry for myself when someone else was experiencing such a tragedy. 

I cannot begin to imagine what the Larry Schrock family is going through, but my heart hurts for them and the extended family.

But we have God. He is there for them, covering them with this love. We do not understand and we do not need to, only trust and pray, pray, pray for them. They still have valleys to go through. 

My own problems seem so trivial compared to theirs. 

I guess since our grandchildren are mostly out of the "cutesy" stage, I'll have to write about our "grand" dogs. They all like to come to our door for a treat. I just know if one comes up here by itself, it goes home and says, "Nyah, nyah, nyah, I got a treat and you didn't. So there!"

One morning this week, Marley, the youngest Dachschund and Jeffrey's pet came to door. I, of course, gave her a treat. 

After awhile I hear a sharp bark. It can only be Aria, the spoiled Maltese. I was sitting inside by the window. She could see me. I looked out. She looked at me and barked again. Then trotted over to the front door. Spoiled brat! I gave her a treat and closed the door. Pretty soon, knock, knock. I ignored her. Then, knock, knock. I told her to go home. She had her treat. I just know she wanted to go back and say, "Nyah, nyah, I had two treats!"

In closing: a house is no home unless it contains food for the soul as well as food for the body.

How about cookies for your next coffee break or a lunch box treat?

Triple Treat Cookies

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2 cups white sugar

2 cups brown sugar

2 cups Crisco or butter

2 cups peanut butter

4 eggs

1-1/2 cups flour

4 teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

3-3/4 cups oatmeal

1 cup instant pudding


1 cup peanut butter

3 tablespoons butter, softened

1/3 cup milk

1 teaspoon vanilla

2 to 3 cups powdered sugar

Mix all cookie ingredients together. Bake at 325 degrees. Filling: mix filling ingredients together. Spread between cookies.  

Millie Otto of Arthur is a member of the Old Order Amish. Contact her by writing to 1584 CR 2000N, Arthur, IL 61911.


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