A new blog on the block

If anyone is interested, about 2 days ago, I started another blog.  It's called  Cookergirl.  It's a little more of a personal blog, about finding joy in everyday things.  I truly do enjoy life, and want to share it with other people.  Feel free to stop in if you're a blog reader.  The address is cookerrachel.blogspot.com.  I will still continue to post any camp group activities on this blog.

House Full of Strangers

I was getting ready for the morning when I was startled to see someone else enter the room...someone I didn't think I knew but who looked strangely familiar. She said her name was Rachel and that, yes, I did in fact know her. She was my house mate. She said there are two more living in here--Ruth and Angie. I wonder where they are because I never see any housemates. :)

Hurry here and there, work late in the office at camp, plug into the computer to do lesson plans...oh, is there someone else living in this house? That's when I remember how much I like doing ANYTHING if I can interact with people while I do it--cooking, dishes, cleaning, SHOPPING!! I should post a sign on the door. "Strangers welcome. Bring your own windex."

Thanksgiving Break

Hebrews 13:15 "By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name."

 

Thanksgiving is often overlooked with all the busyness and hustle and bustle of everyone getting ready for Christmas, but it is so important to stop and actually take the time to thank God for all that he has done, and all that he will do. 

We are truly blessed.

 

We got to go home Tuesday evening. Dad and I left early (4am) Wednesday morning to go pick up a car I was buying from a lady in Pennsylvania.  We met in Arlington, Ohio, about a 7 hour drive. It was nice to spend some road time with my Dad. He took me to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Yum! :)

 

 

The navigator

 

 

Happy to finally be getting a car! (That's green apple pull 'n peel licorice :) )

 

 

My Car! It's a 2003 Buick LeSabre. So thankful for God's provision through savings and a very generous anonomous donor!

 (Photo courtesy of Logan's used car lot (c) 2013 :) )

Thanksgiving Day

 

We had my Grandpa Logan, my aunt, Sue, and Sasha and DJ from camp over for this special day.

 

 

Rebekah peeling potatoes

 

Ruth, wondering if her homemade chocolate pudding is "too gloppy." It turned out just fine! Both of the girls worked so hard on the dinner.  It was delicious, too, I might add! :)

 

The table-set and ready to go

 



 

Ruth made these cute little turkey place card holders

 

In keeping with traditions of the very first Thanksgiving and Native American culture, the guys chilled while the squaws worked! No, actually these are some talented fellows, especially the cute one on the right! :)



 Aunt Sue was such a blessing- she did load after load of dishes

 

 

 

This was our first Thanksgiving without Mom. Her little touches are everywhere, like these decorations on a windowsill. She was one of the most special people I have ever known, and though I will always miss her until I get to Heaven, I thank God for the priceless years we had with her, and for how he showed His love through her.

Friday

 



 

Dad, Robbie and I went to the championship football games of some local teams, held at Huskie Stadium on the NIU campus in DeKalb

 

 

 

The Stillman Valley Cardinals.  They played a good game-score was tied 14-14 at halftime. They went into overtime 41-41, and the Cardinals got the 2-point conversion while the other team missed it, so they won 43-41. Yay!

Some of our friends were there also, John Uhlar, Brian and Emily Moritz, and Pastor Clark





The ever-loyal Cardinal fans- at least 1,000 of them!

 

Robbie and Me. It was COLD!!!

 

 

Oh, yeah, about that...

 

We hadn't eaten anything-it was probably about 3 p.m., so Robbie and I went to get some soft cheesy pretzels. When we got back, Robbie held the pretzels while I tucked in my multiple blankets. Well, I lifted my hand up suddenly and knocked the pretzel and nacho cheese all down Robbie's pant leg and shoe, and all over the man sitting in front of us! Can you spell MORTIFIED! He was oblivious of the fact that he had cheese splattered all over his back. I tapped him on the shoulder, "Um, sir...I just spilled cheese sauce all over you...um, I'm gonna clean it off now..." How embarrassing. He was very gracious, thankfully. It was just one of those days! I broke a large mirror that morning all over the floor of Rebekah's room. It was what I term an "Amelia Bedelia" day. (If you've never read Amelia Bedelia books, may I suggest they are good for a laugh :) She is always blundering something! )

A few weeks ago, on a gorgeous, sunny Sunday afternoon, we took some Logan sibling pics.  Daniel Hatchett snapped them for us.  He is a young, budding photographer, and I was impressed by how well he did-Enjoy!

 

 

 Sisters <3 My two favorite people in the whole wide world!

 

 

Another sister pic!

 



 Wow! What a strong guy to hold three girls in one hand! He doesn't even look like he's straining! :)

 

 The fabulous four

 

 

My favorite family picture. I love the fall colors!

 

 

My second fave (ditto on the fall colors!)

 

 

Brother dear decided for some odd, unexplainable reason that it

would be fun to pick me up and put me in the birdbath!

(He didn't make it that far!...I think I deafened him with the blood-curdling scream-

usually anything that sounds like that is fairly dangerous, and not a

force to be reckoned with. :) )

Ninety Years of God's Own Time

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. God hath made everything beautiful in His time. Ecclesiastes 3:1,11

Ninety-one years ago, God brought a baby boy into the world. Through the first years of his life, little Reuben lived in ordinary circumstances. Eventually he became a man and joined the Marines where he served throughout World War II. After the war, he returned home, fell in loved, chased his sweetheart (until she caught him), and was married. Sixty years of marriage later…

The Young-at-Heart crowd is gathered at Camp Joy for the seasonal retreat. A fire burns in the fireplace. Puzzles adorn the walls, testimony of past retreats. Groups sit comfortably around the fireside room or shuffle over to the beanbag boards. They are a friendly, pleasant crowd.

Among this crowd are Reuben and his sweet wife, Doris. Wherever Rube is, there is a story to make you smile, a tale as TALL as Paul Bunyan. But for Rube, the most exciting part of the story is always true. Love, war, friends, ministry—all figure largely in Rube’s history of his era.

If anyone says that Rube talks too much, they have to remember that he has over 90 years of life to tell about. The honor of publishing his stories is well-earned. He has served his country. He has cherished his wife. He has been generous toward others. He has loved his God.

Each of us have “many dangers, toils and snares” to go through in our lives. As Ecclesiastes says, there is a season for everything. Many of these young-at-heart folks could teach us a lesson of human tenacity and the grace of God. From them, we learn that God truly makes everything beautiful in His time.

Celebrating in Style

The hardworking girls at Camp were able to enjoy a weekend off (when there weren't any retreats), spent at their very favorite “Brodhead Castle.” Mr. Scott, we confess to be praying against you that we might be able to enjoy the Brodhead Castle for a looooooong time to come.

The Danger of Blogging Camp Life

There is a danger in blogging our life here at camp.  Those who read this will either realize that these sweet "normal" girls aren't so normal after all OR they will realize how much fun we have, and all want to come work at camp joy, and we just won't have room for all them to stay here!