© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

I have had a very busy morning  . . . making crullers!  Hubby and I enjoyed the many “broken” pieces as samplers.  However, we did manage to have enough to tuck away a few into the freezer.

Have a wonderful weekend.  I’ll be thinking of you!

PS:  I’d give you the recipe but it’s too long and lengthy.  Wouldn’t want to tie up your weekend.  Drooling over my photos is allowed though.  Yummy!


Stone Art




© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

“He is your praise and your God, who has done for you these great and awesome things which your eyes have seen.” Deut. 10:21

Moses spoke these words to Israel prior to their journey into the land of promise. He had placed the tables of stone into the ark as God had commanded, and now it was time for Israel to prove their mettle. “Go in and possess the land which I have sworn unto your fathers.”


Moses exhorted Israel to:

Fear the Lord

·         Walk in all His ways

·         Love the Lord

·         Serve Him with all your heart and soul

·         Keep His laws

·         Circumcise the foreskin of your heart

·         Be flexible

·         Love the strangers among you

·         Trust the Lord


The exhortations above sound quite familiar, don’t they? As Christians, we hold to each of them in our daily walk with Christ. Moses was admonishing Israel to remember all that God had done for them and to cling to this great God who had brought them out of bondage. We too need this reminder.

It’s all too easy to interact with God as if He were a sugar daddy or an easy mark. NO!  He is the awesome God of Israel, the great I AM! Don’t mess with the MAN! Fear Him, respect Him, stand before Him in awe, and esteem Him. He’s number ONE.

Walk in ways that reflect His love and mercy to others. Love Him with that bone-deep, heart-booming passion born from a worshipful spirit. Serve Him heartily, wholly, with all the gusto you can muster. Keep His commandments and you’ll reap many rewards. Discipline yourself, lean into the yoke and pull hard. Right next to you on the other side is Jesus. Just remember that. Love the stranger among you, for you were once strangers also. Cling fast to the Lord and He will always be with you.

Make it a practice to praise the Lord–with thanksgiving and a humble spirit. Think back to the wondrous moments He lightened your life. Ponder what He is doing for you right this moment. Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him . . . our wonderful Redeemer! Amen.




© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

*Photo by Global Bird Photos


 I am a perpetual dreamer.  As a little girl, I believed in the little stories I read, the songs I sang, and the few movies I saw.  I could vanish for a whole day in the words of Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah . . .

“Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

“Mister Bluebird’s on my shoulder
It’s the truth, it’s actual
Ev’rything is satisfactual
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day, yes sir!”

(by Ray Gilbert)

 and rematerialize with that bluebird on my shoulder.  Every word etched its meaning into my spirit, and the sunshine did head my way.  It’s the truth…it’s a c t u a l!

Being little was the grandest time of life.  As little people we accepted things with simplicity and an anything goes attitude.  If we could imagine it, then IT was real.  Do you remember playing cops and robbers?  Cowboys and Indians?  (I must interject here that I was a tomboy!) You could be Tonto or the Lone Ranger; you became Dick Tracy til you went to bed and woke up to a new identity.  Or you became Silver and could run faster than any other horse.  You even knew where to find the best sour grass in the whole world, that secret place out behind Grandpa’s barn.

I think my favorite hero to play was Superman.  There was this special field near my house that had a long narrow lay of the land, with a slight dip in the middle of it, perfect for lift-off.  I’d start at one end of it and run for all it was worth til I reached the middle.  There I would jump into the air, arms outstretched and nose to the clouds, believing with all my stubby legs that I was IN THE AIR…only to set down a few seconds later on the dusty dry ground.  But I kept trying and trying…and trying.  Oh, what fun, acting as these imaginary people.        

One song especially affected my young life:

Somewhere over the Rainbow

*composed by Harold Arlen and the lyrics by E.Y. Harburg.

When all the world is a hopeless jumble
And the raindrops tumble all around,
Heaven opens a magic lane
When all the clouds darken up the skyway,
There’s a rainbow highway to be found
Leading from your window pane
To a place behind the sun,
Just a step beyond the rain

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can’t I?


 I sang that song with my heart, thinking that if I truly believed, I could fly over that rainbow with those bluebirds.  With childlike faith I DID fly over the rainbow.  It launched me into an imagined escape from the very troubled world in which I actually lived, an escape I desperately needed. 

I still dream…every time I read a book, a poem, watch a movie, attend a play, hear Handel’s Messiah at Christmas time, and more.  Heaven does open, like the song trilled, to a place beyond the sun, just a step beyond the rain…to a whole new world that God calls heaven.  The Bible states that a heavenly home waits for everyone that has drawn their life on the account of Jesus Christ.  And it’s not a dream.  It is reality.  It’s signed, sealed and delivered…waiting for the nod of your head, the creaking open of the door to your heart, the throwing down of the ultimate freewill of one’s soul.  “Yes, Lord, I am yours.” 



A Tribute


The Human Touch


‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,

The touch of your hand and mine,

Which means far more to the fainting heart

Than shelter and bread and wine;

For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,

And bread lasts only a day,

But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice

Sing on in the soul always.

~Spencer Michael Free





A moment to share

Let you know I care

Thanks for your touch

It means so very much.


What joys you bring

Your likes just sing

Your comments all

Mean a lot, y’all!


Reach others today

Be blessed always

Sing peace and love

From our God above.





© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved











Step or Stumble

Fall Color Along Stream Bank

© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved



A Bag of Tools

By R. L. Sharpe


Isn’t it strange

That princes and kings,

And clowns that caper

In sawdust rings,

And common people

Like you and me

Are builders for eternity?


Each is given a bag of tools,

A shapeless mass,

A book of rules;

And each must make—

Ere life is flown—

A stumbling block

Or a steppingstone.


We each have a lifetime to grab hold of opportunities to ease or increase the troubles of others.   Unfurl the covering from a stepping stone and the pathway of our fellow man smooths out.  Casting an unwieldy stumbling block into a life’s passageway merely adds greater bitterness to an overburdened soul.  What a dichotomy of selections!

Our capacity to lighten another’s burden takes no great effort most times.  A smile or nod is a powerful boost to the deep valleys of depression.  Weariness dissipates into the air by a gregarious phone call or greeting card.   A listening ear can echo hope to the over tightened spring within a distressed soul.

Reflecting on my past days I can spot too many hastily slapped down stumbling blocks.  Yes, the stepping stones are there, yet it’s the stumbling blocks that flash within my spirit, sparking and crackling with vigor my impatient and disconcerted concern.  What a difference I might have made in someone’s life if I had offered kindness, empathy, love, gentleness, and peace.   

Lord, teach me the ways of stepping stones, the spiritual markers that grace your followers with the fruit of the Spirit.  Enlighten my mind so I may see Jesus in every face I encounter during my remaining days on earth.  Thank you for your love that showers the world with hope, peace, and true joy.  May you be praised for ever and ever.  Amen.


What’s in Your Closet?


© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved


Colossians 3:12  “Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, may I put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, long-suffering, bearing with others and forgiving others . . .


Paul exhorted Christians to take on or assume certain virtues and qualities befitting the elect of God.   This is a difficult exercise unless one has been endowed with intrinsic attributes in this area.  I’ve yet to come across anyone who has not struggled to some degree with this commission.  We all are in the developmental stage and have not arrived spiritually. 

Tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, long-suffering, bearing with others and forgiving others . . . like clothes hanging in the closet, waiting for us to choose which to wear.  Hmm, let’s see, I think I will put on tender mercies today; tomorrow maybe I’ll try meekness

Oh, I don’t think Paul intended his words to be so casually addressed. 

At one time or another we have probably tried all these on, ending up with egg on our faces.  Tender mercies might be easy to wear with a family member we love dearly and understand fully, but wear it in the presence of an adversary and the mercies fall flat and lifeless. 

As I prepared this post, I tried to envision which virtue garment would be the one most tossed in the washer!  Perhaps the humility one would stay the cleanest.  Nah, with added thought, that might happen but only because of prideful thinking; not exactly what Paul had in mind.  He’s down to the bone here, peering into the soul with a mega-lumen halogen light bulb. 

So, I shall regroup.  Be honest.  Act . . . no, not act. Get out the 100-X magnifying glass and take inventory of my true motivations.  Be real, in other words.  The words of Christ return here in bright fluorescent color:  “Love one another as I have loved you.”

Now I’m in for a day-by-day, moment-by-moment lifelong exercise, as it should be.  As when a person goes on a diet, the effort must become a daily habit in order to be effective.  There’s no other way.  Whether one dresses for other Christians or people in general, these virtues must be evident in our lives.

Perhaps the fashion trend today is a good thing, multi-layering.  Looks like I’m going to try it with this virtue accessory training.  Let’s see now, what goes good with tender merciesKindness maybe?  Or better yet, how about humility underneath the long-suffering

I think I have a long way to go here.   How about you?