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Cooked to Perfection — 6 Comments

  1. wow, what a touching story and beautiful message, dear Karen – I admired Ada’s determined and loving spirit, and I loved your graceful message with gratitude in beautiful words – “a cup running over with love, a plateful of peace, a bowl of assurance.” Wow, Karen, simply heart-touching beautiful. Thank you so very much for your loving spirit. You’re amazing. Jing

  2. I really do like this one-the story about the Pork Chops and most of all your last paragraph! It made me think of one of my favorite songs: “Fill my cup, Lord,I lift it up Lord, come and quence the thirsting of my soul, Bread of Heaven, feed me til I want no more,
    Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole”. He ALWAYS fills it up if I let Him!

    On the light side. I made my first cherry pie soo after I married at 20 years of age. I used a can of cherries that had been given to us in a shower that was then called a “Pounding for the Preacher” because they would give a lb of coffee, flour, sugar, etc. We had a couple from college to come and eat with us. The pie looked beautiful. We cut into it and it looked like ‘dough with cherries stuck in it’ ! We had to laugh and thought we could just pick out the cherries and enjoy them. WHAT a surprise~they still had the pits in them!!! No damage was done, and apparently it did not put a “question mark” in our male friend’s thinking, because on the way back to the dorms he asked her to marry him and she accepted!!

    Thanks again for a great lesson!
    Love,Margaret

    • Margaret, you have the most engaging stories. They always bring a smile. I remember my mother making the best cherry pies–without pits! With a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, we were in dessert heaven.

  3. Karen, thanks for the delightful story about my Aunt Ada and Uncle Charlie. And thanks for your inspirational words–they are always a blessing.

    • Thank you, Nancy, for writing. I love this story Ada told. She had spunk as well as a solid faith that she lived out admirably during the time I knew her.

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