Juliene’s Dish Rag

dishrag (2)Upon the passing of my dear friend , Juliene Hoener, I am reflecting.  And I will continue to reflect every time I do the dishes with this dish rag.  Yes, there is a story.

We first met Lloyd and Juliene at Church when David sat next to her and someone asked her if he was her son.  Well, she looked him up and down and replied,”Yes, he is.”  And, so it was.

Juliene was a great friend. In fact, the first time David and I went out to eat with Juliene and Lloyd to the Railroad Cafe was the day I was baptized in the Holy Spirit.  So, you could say she was my spiritual Mom.  We struck up a relationship that lasted till she passed this week.  At first, we just enjoyed their companionship at meals after Church. Then, Lloyd became ill and we got to share some of her trials at his passing just over a year and a half ago. Juliene became interested in many of the health questions I research, including essential oils and diet. Every so often, the phone would ring and it would be Mom.  She would have a question or she would ask me how I was doing.  Any time I shared a concern with her, her immediate reaction was not to commiserate with my distress or complain about her similar problems, but she would start praying out loud, right there and then, in the moment.  She demonstrated such boldness in her faith that it was contagious!

Smith Wigglesworth said in one of his books that healing happens in the moment. If you stop to think about the person in front of you and their circumstances or the fact that they are always complaining, or that they really deserve the fix they are in, you have lost the opportunity to pray effectively.  It’s as if you have added all of your own baggage and judgement to the prayer and it is so heavy it can’t “send.” Mom demonstrated a clear and present pathway to the Lord in her prayers.

I was washing the dishes at the ranch the other morning while Mom lay on her death bed back in town.  Instead of worrying about whether she would survive or not. I kept thinking how I would love to find a dish rag like the one I saw in her sink.  How petty!

So, as David was leaving the house, I said, “David, I can’t believe that Mom is dying and all I can think of is how I wish I could have a dish rag like hers. What do you make of that?”

He said, “Ask her where she got it.”

“I can’t let my last remarks to my dear friend be about her stupid dish rag!”

David simply replied as he walked out the door, “You can if you know that you will see her again.”

I laughed out loud, but how many times do we betray that we really don’t believe what we say we believe? How many times do the petty things in our heart reveal a bigger problem. Do we really believe that Jesus is the only begotten son and that he lived, died and was resurrected? Do we believe His promises?

I told this to Regi and Stan, and they promptly gave me the dish rag with the promise that I would pass it on along, when I go, with the story.

Just in case, here’s the story.


How to Make Ice Cream in a Food Processor

Well, it’s not exactly ice cream, it’s frozen yogurt. I discovered this because goat’s milk doesn’t separate into cream much as it is naturally homogenized. So ice cream was a dismal failure in my conventional Cuisinart ice cream maker, which I have since sold on eBay. So here’s the recipe for my homemade frozen yogurt. Advanced instructions are available by email for people who milk their own dairy animals.


1 quart yogurt (Please buy real yogurt with probiotics or you might as well eat Rocky Road)

3 cups small frozen berries (If you use strawberries, you must half thaw because they are too big.  I make frozen 1/2 ” cross sections of bananas on a cookie tray )

1 T. real maple syrup

1/4 cup chocolate, carob, or peanut butter chips

Cheesecloth or bouillon strainer

Food Processor

1 Day in Advance Preparation:

Strain quart of yogurt in a colander with 2 layers of cheesecloth or a bouillon strainer (fine,fine,fine) in the refrigerator overnite (8 hours)

You will be left with 1 pint cream cheese (yum on toast) and 1 pint whey (Do not throw out! It can be used to make sauerkraut, sauercarrots or just drink it)

Making the frozen yogurt:

Put 1 pint of cream cheese (as above) in a food processor

Add maple syrup, frozen fruit and chips

Pulse until all ingredients blend at the same rate. Do not over blend or the heat will melt everything.

Serve immediately for a soft custard style treat or freeze in 1 pint jars (wide mouth please, leaving 1 inch of airspace or plastic, if you must)

For best consistency, if frozen for more than a couple of hours, defrost slightly before serving.

I hate to admit it, but 30 seconds in the microwave gives perfect spoonfuls.

Please post your favorite flavors.

Where Did That Come From?

Milking my Nigerian dairy goat this morning, the Lord saw fit to gift me with a message. Usually, I’m singing away or mumbling. This morning, I must have been drifting away from Him. The goat must have noticed, too, because just when the whole quart jar was filled to the brim, she looked back at me and kicked the jar over. Out of my mouth came words that I could never repeat (I shall never repeat). I smacked her on the butt, as a righteously indignant Mom will do, and put her away, still yelling at her on my insides half way back from the barn, when I began to feel remorse for the anger that was exposed in my soul. Where did all that come from?

I recently listened to a teaching from my favorite expositor on the Bible,  Jon Courson, on Revelation 16:21 KJV:

And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent: and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail; for the plague thereof was exceeding great.

Courson goes on to explain that the blasphemy was already present in the hearts of the men and that the hail stones merely exposed it, rather than being the cause. Recognizing the milk incident as one of the hail stones so aptly described in this passage, I asked myself, ” What is causing so much anger to reside so close to the surface of my heart?” I really couldn’t imagine anything that I could point to (or blame).

I did, however, open the Bible in prayer this morning to Job 19:23.

Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!  That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever! KJV

I wondered, at the time, what that particular scripture was intended to do in my life today. When I connected the dots I felt God saying that all of my words will be recorded eternally.

But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. Matthew 12:26 KJV

What words do I really want recorded for eternity?

Bless you all.