Wednesday, February 16, 2011

"Theres no measuring the size of your obstacles, against the size of GOD"

I saw this as a friends Facebook status, and it really struck home.  I know all the things that we are taught,  to trust and obey, to hand it over and forget it, to know that He is all-knowing.   I guess that I dont do the best job of  being obediant.  Im a worrier.  And the more I worry, the bigger and harder things get.  Im sure its an inherited  thing, I remember my parents doing it also.  The point is that I have the faith, but still I worry.  I am grateful to Norma for posting this to her status today. It made me stop and think.  I needed the wake-up call.

Its property tax time!  What fun!  I admit that I have never understood how these are figured out.  Some people with large properties pay the same as one on a bit of land.  Right now, I am at odds with the county assessor.  The taxes are figured to include a building that no longer exists, and when the property was last a working business.  Jason has no time to fight with them  as he works 11 and 12 hour days, soo, Mom tries to help.  I was told that they can be re-assessed only one month of the year.  Why?  Grrrrr. Why is everything so difficult? As the world becomes smaller, thanks to electronic technology, it seems to become more complicated!  Oh well, my soapbox for the week.

Jason likes to cook. It relaxes him.  He learned as a boy to cook and do some minimal sewing.  It was good when he was in college.  He and the boys in his apartment ate very well. They bought the food and did clean up, he did the cooking.  It was so good that his Resident Adv. asked to get in on it a few times.  He paid for the food, Jas cooked and his pals did clean up.The RA looked good to his wife and didnt have to go out for the evening.  This past Saturday he made Navajo Frybread.  If youve never had it, you are missing something.  We have had it many times at various gatherings, but its best still warm from  the fry pan.  I had made ham soup the day before and he made the frybread to go with it.  Arent leftovers wonderful?  Sometimes its nice to have foods that hold a memory.  It helps to bring that day back, or those days.  There are amazing dishes out there, and people with magical cooking skills.  But with all that,  sometimes an old staple still is great.

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