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A FEAST OF MORSELS
by Barbara Ann Dush
Better is a dry morsel with quietness than a house full of feasting
(on offered sacrifices) with strife. — Proverbs 17:1,
AMP
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MY SHOES PINCHED, my head throbbed,
and my energy level was sinking fast. I had just stepped into the house
from a normally stressful day at the office, and my family was already
in need of my time, attention, and care.
My six-year-old was eager to share
her excitement of winning the school writing conteest, while my
ten-year-old needed an understanding ear to vent
her frustrations of the day. My two teenagers needed a ride to their
after-school jobs, and adding to the frustration
was a loaded laundry hamper ready
to burst, plus last night's spaghetti dishes, which no
one's schedule permitted time to tackle.
I began to deliberate, Is the second income worth it? I
studied the frustration on my family's faces,
as well as the hopeless circles of stress I felt mentally.
Reprinted with permission
from Proverbs for Busy Women
Copyright ©
Edited by Mary C Busha
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IT'S TIME FOR SOME GRANDMA MAGIC
by Barbara Ann Dush
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NOTHING SMELLS BETTERthan my
mother's kitchen when she's cooking.
To walk into a whiff of her chicken and dumplings or peaches
and cream pie could melt
you down to your shoes.
"Grandpa's so lucky. He gets to eat grandma's cooking
every day," my daughter once lamented.
My sister and I have tried to make our mother's
recipes so we could enjoy those uyummy dishes. We measured
the ingredients precisely, and stirred or kneaded just
the way mom told us to.
We even used those little hints she donated from perfecting those
recipes.
Yet, all atempts have proved futile. "Even her toast bread tastes better,"
my
sister quipped.
Reprinted with permission
from Nance County Journal
Copyright © 1998
by Barbara Ann Dush
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