Sunday, October 20, 2013
A Guest Princess
We are so delighted to feature a guest contributor, Nancy King, here in Peculiar Princess. Nancy shares so eloquently, what it is to be the daughter of the King of the universe.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Princess Ideas
I am learning the best ideas, of course come from our King. I am also learning, the best ideas come when they will meet a need. The King of the Universe is very efficient! He doesn't need a huge inventory to work with. I keep this continually in mind with my life and business. There are some things in which inventory is required to be ready and other things made in advance will only be outdated and ineffective when the need arises.
As so many are considering a more independent and natural approach to life, I can share just a few ideas for an example. Some, I've learned the hard way, but those are getting fewer and farther between. Thank Adonai for that! As a business woman I have two types of product, those that need "curing" time, but are virtually nonperishable. Then there are the other products that are formulated fairly quickly, but have a relatively short shelf life. That's right, it's both ends of the continuum with little between.
When it comes to living off the land, there is considerable planning involved to be successful, and it's rather meticulous at the beginning and the end product, but again in between it's just a matter of the time it takes. I plan my garden spots in the fall, and the produce I plan to raise. Some, are automatic, like the early stuff, but the amount of beans, number of tomatoes and peppers depends upon this year's harvest and how much I've preserved. I don't need more than I can use and share, reasonably. It's entirely too expensive to try to ship canning. That's an "in person" kind of sharing.
So much of our society is now based upon instant and whim, that it seems peculiar to make plans beyond "the week-end," but the King of the Universe has a plan, on a grand scale and for each individual. The first time I saw this "saying" it spoke volumes to me. Now I won't get it verbatim, but the concept has stayed with me.
As so many are considering a more independent and natural approach to life, I can share just a few ideas for an example. Some, I've learned the hard way, but those are getting fewer and farther between. Thank Adonai for that! As a business woman I have two types of product, those that need "curing" time, but are virtually nonperishable. Then there are the other products that are formulated fairly quickly, but have a relatively short shelf life. That's right, it's both ends of the continuum with little between.
When it comes to living off the land, there is considerable planning involved to be successful, and it's rather meticulous at the beginning and the end product, but again in between it's just a matter of the time it takes. I plan my garden spots in the fall, and the produce I plan to raise. Some, are automatic, like the early stuff, but the amount of beans, number of tomatoes and peppers depends upon this year's harvest and how much I've preserved. I don't need more than I can use and share, reasonably. It's entirely too expensive to try to ship canning. That's an "in person" kind of sharing.
So much of our society is now based upon instant and whim, that it seems peculiar to make plans beyond "the week-end," but the King of the Universe has a plan, on a grand scale and for each individual. The first time I saw this "saying" it spoke volumes to me. Now I won't get it verbatim, but the concept has stayed with me.
"Failure to plan, is the plan for failure"
Monday, October 7, 2013
Perpetual
As the daughter of The Eternal King, I'll always be a princess. I'll never be a queen. Besides, Queen Elizabeth has already been done . . . twice. As I sat in my home this week-end, the matriarch of four generations, I pondered the unique circumstances of what it is to be the daughter of the King who will never die. Of course, I could live to see more generations to follow me, but there is no more advanced title in the family of YHWH.
Joint heirs with Messiah for us females is to be a princess, whether we are 20 or 120. As an "everlasting princess" I have a royal responsibility. Which is to make sure the next generations know the Prince of Peace shed his royal blood that they too can be Peculiar Princesses!
Joint heirs with Messiah for us females is to be a princess, whether we are 20 or 120. As an "everlasting princess" I have a royal responsibility. Which is to make sure the next generations know the Prince of Peace shed his royal blood that they too can be Peculiar Princesses!
Sunday, September 29, 2013
I've Got the Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy . . .
Down in my heart, down in my heart . . .
As I enjoyed the week of Sukkot, I kept hearing that song from childhood. I live a rather silent existence, although my goats do communicate with me, and I know my dog Hank actually tries to talk. That can be verified with the UPS driver, as he's noticed and commented as well. Most of my regular human interaction is through the internet, so my verbal communication skills actually seem to be waning, or maybe it's the lesson of a lifetime in bridling my tongue. It's much easier to look at words before hitting send than to try to regather them after they leave one's lips.
Every morning of Sukkot, I awoke to the sounds of nature and the awareness that this was a very special time. The only thing missing this Sukkot, was an "in person" gathering. I've attended those and hosted those in the past, but this year many of us "gathered by internet." With laptops, smartphones, and Ipads may of us "technoshipped" from our sukkah. It was a time of celebrating and rejoicing. I was happy for those who were enjoying gatherings in person and very thankful for the technology to share with so many of us who were sukkotin' solo!
As I spent time in the orchard or with the animals, I felt even more tuned into just how simple this life could be and how little we actually need to be content. Please hear me, like most Americans, I've got plenty more than I need, but a week of "facilities" beyond where I was staying was a reminder of the conveniences we take for granted. Also realizing, that although I am still pretty active and walking well, I do not have the physical agility or the balance to have participated in some of the sukkot gatherings I read about.
I like to think YHWH is preparing me, my verbal skills or absence thereof, and my physical capabilities or lack, for the gathering I'll participate in next year. It's too early to make the plans, but knowing there are so many who ended up sukkotin' solo, we may just be able to gather next year together. As I looked at the recipe for my traditional Sukkot Moussaka and the harvest of aubergine, I realized Moussaka for one just isn't a practical dish. We'll see what transpires as the seasons change.
Sukkot is such a joyous celebration, culminating in Simchat Torah, which is Rejoicing in the Written Instructions. The only sorrow I experienced was in realizing how quickly the week went.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
As I enjoyed the week of Sukkot, I kept hearing that song from childhood. I live a rather silent existence, although my goats do communicate with me, and I know my dog Hank actually tries to talk. That can be verified with the UPS driver, as he's noticed and commented as well. Most of my regular human interaction is through the internet, so my verbal communication skills actually seem to be waning, or maybe it's the lesson of a lifetime in bridling my tongue. It's much easier to look at words before hitting send than to try to regather them after they leave one's lips.
Every morning of Sukkot, I awoke to the sounds of nature and the awareness that this was a very special time. The only thing missing this Sukkot, was an "in person" gathering. I've attended those and hosted those in the past, but this year many of us "gathered by internet." With laptops, smartphones, and Ipads may of us "technoshipped" from our sukkah. It was a time of celebrating and rejoicing. I was happy for those who were enjoying gatherings in person and very thankful for the technology to share with so many of us who were sukkotin' solo!
As I spent time in the orchard or with the animals, I felt even more tuned into just how simple this life could be and how little we actually need to be content. Please hear me, like most Americans, I've got plenty more than I need, but a week of "facilities" beyond where I was staying was a reminder of the conveniences we take for granted. Also realizing, that although I am still pretty active and walking well, I do not have the physical agility or the balance to have participated in some of the sukkot gatherings I read about.
I like to think YHWH is preparing me, my verbal skills or absence thereof, and my physical capabilities or lack, for the gathering I'll participate in next year. It's too early to make the plans, but knowing there are so many who ended up sukkotin' solo, we may just be able to gather next year together. As I looked at the recipe for my traditional Sukkot Moussaka and the harvest of aubergine, I realized Moussaka for one just isn't a practical dish. We'll see what transpires as the seasons change.
Sukkot is such a joyous celebration, culminating in Simchat Torah, which is Rejoicing in the Written Instructions. The only sorrow I experienced was in realizing how quickly the week went.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Sunday, September 22, 2013
A Business Decision
As I'm expanding my product line at Tribally Yours, I decided G-ma's Goatmilk Soap could use an expansion, as well. A door into several communities has opened and this princess feels led to walk through them. As this unfolds, I've discovered that soap making is as calming as ironing is for me. So much so, it's practically replaced it!
The second anniversary of my business venture was September 14, and although I've not made Procter and Gamble nervous; I've certainly learned a lot in the past two years and grown. Fortunately, the products were good to begin with and the improvements have been really enjoyable, not only to me, but to customers and clientele. I've learned about myself in this deal too. I've learned where to take advice and where to just smile and say thank you. I've truly enjoyed being able to offer a good and natural product, at a reasonable price. I can't get over how much some "natural products" cost!
I'm all excited about two new products I'm designing. Available soon will be a "winter care package" as well as a "gift basket for the new baby," but a new ministry opportunity is what really has me excited. I'm going to be able to work with young people who don't have a great deal of support in their corner, so to speak. I've come to a fuller understanding, Scripturally, when YHWH commands us to take care of the widows and fatherless. Most of us consider the fatherless to be orphans, but that isn't necessarily the case, especially, here in our society. There are a number of fatherless households, and many of them have very young, struggling mothers as the head.
There is a need to offer young people some basic life skills and necessities. Soap is one of those requested necessities, as well as sharing the fact that our Creator has given each of us a talent and a purpose. So, I'm changing my inventory. G-ma's Goatnilk Soap will still come in all the wonderful varieties, but the bars will be more uniform and bigger, while the ones that "don't make weight" are still good sized bars, and will serve to address this need in the community.
I don't mean to sound too strange here, but all of my soap recipes contain some olive oil, some more than others. I pray as I formulate my products that the lives of the customers and clients these products touch, will be blessed. The wrappers have Scripture and I stand on the promise that the Word of YHWH does not return void. I believe this is going to be a wonderful blessing for young people who really feel they are overwhelmed before they are even getting started.
When I saw the "vision" of this program, I saw a great many opportunities and certainly some good intentions. Good intentions for our youth, however; are not enough. This community program needs the presence YHWH, and the young people certainly need His Son. In the last verses of Matthew, Messiah said we were to, Go . . . and He'd be with us!
The second anniversary of my business venture was September 14, and although I've not made Procter and Gamble nervous; I've certainly learned a lot in the past two years and grown. Fortunately, the products were good to begin with and the improvements have been really enjoyable, not only to me, but to customers and clientele. I've learned about myself in this deal too. I've learned where to take advice and where to just smile and say thank you. I've truly enjoyed being able to offer a good and natural product, at a reasonable price. I can't get over how much some "natural products" cost!
I'm all excited about two new products I'm designing. Available soon will be a "winter care package" as well as a "gift basket for the new baby," but a new ministry opportunity is what really has me excited. I'm going to be able to work with young people who don't have a great deal of support in their corner, so to speak. I've come to a fuller understanding, Scripturally, when YHWH commands us to take care of the widows and fatherless. Most of us consider the fatherless to be orphans, but that isn't necessarily the case, especially, here in our society. There are a number of fatherless households, and many of them have very young, struggling mothers as the head.
There is a need to offer young people some basic life skills and necessities. Soap is one of those requested necessities, as well as sharing the fact that our Creator has given each of us a talent and a purpose. So, I'm changing my inventory. G-ma's Goatnilk Soap will still come in all the wonderful varieties, but the bars will be more uniform and bigger, while the ones that "don't make weight" are still good sized bars, and will serve to address this need in the community.
I don't mean to sound too strange here, but all of my soap recipes contain some olive oil, some more than others. I pray as I formulate my products that the lives of the customers and clients these products touch, will be blessed. The wrappers have Scripture and I stand on the promise that the Word of YHWH does not return void. I believe this is going to be a wonderful blessing for young people who really feel they are overwhelmed before they are even getting started.
When I saw the "vision" of this program, I saw a great many opportunities and certainly some good intentions. Good intentions for our youth, however; are not enough. This community program needs the presence YHWH, and the young people certainly need His Son. In the last verses of Matthew, Messiah said we were to, Go . . . and He'd be with us!
Sunday, September 15, 2013
No, Never Alone
The Goshen Gazette is blessed to have Beth Rank included as one of our steadfast contributors. I am blessed to call her, friend and sister. The article she wrote this week, just seems so fitting to be featured in "The Peculiar Princess." I hope and pray you enjoy this as much as I did.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
About Choice
The first sermon I formally preached was entitled "Choose to be Chosen" based upon the Scripture 1 Peter 2:9-11, which also just happens to contain the adjective, peculiar, as in people generally, princess specifically! Interesting how this has come full circle in eighteen years.
I now publish many "sermons" and am very grateful to be able to work from home. I gave a bit more insight as to this awesome blessing in my article in "The Other 1%." Working at home, means I can literally do anything my heart desires to do; and my heart desires to serve my King, who just happens to be King of Kings, a.k.a. King of the universe. Working from home affords me a great variety of interests and activities that I truly would not have, any other way. Not only am I able to work in a variety of endeavors, I am also able to accomplish a great many mundane household chores and personal activities that would "be waiting for me" after work, if I worked away from home.
Hair washing day for me is the one day, I don't do alot on line because I can't wear a head covering while my hair is drying and it's an all day project at best. Therefore internet discourse, which I consider to be speaking publicly, is limited. That's the day I do my other things. Besides it's usually the day after the big publication, so I'm all screened and keyboarded out for a day. I love the way YHWH has arranged my schedule!
This past Monday was delightful. I'm reorganizing my soap business to make shipping more uniform, so every new batch of soap is aimed for the bars to be the same dimensions. So many of my projects seem to be a learn as I go adventure, but that's okay, as long as I'm learning . . . So here I am out in my soap making space, with my hair drying in the most wonderful house dress on the planet. It was hand made by a wonderful seamstress, and the fact that I ended up with this is a blessing, which came gift wrapped in insults.
As I mixed and measured, I thought of how many gifts I missed out on before I was walking with YHWH, because I chose to be offended. I'm not one to hold a grudge, but I do like to avoid rejection and insult as often as possible, but this particular incident taught me something more. My last husband's family did not like me, they didn't want him to marry me, and after the wedding, their views didn't change, and they made sure I was aware of that. I shouldn't say his entire family, just the immediate members, with the exception of his brother, and he had the most wonderful Aunties, just precious women.
Shortly after the marriage, one of the Auntie's took very ill and passed. In her belongings was the house dress that I referred to earlier. I've made mention in the past of not being a small woman. So, after the "real family," the blood kin went through everything, I was offered this house dress that Aunt Doris had made in her "bigger years." I was so delighted to have any memento at all from this lovely lady, I accepted the insults that came along with it. First, my then husband's mother informed me it was just way too big on her, and it just swallowed my then sister-in-law, and no one else would fill it out . . . so they naturally thought of me. Well, praise YHWH, I didn't even entertain the thoughts that knocked at my brain, I was simply so thrilled. Truth be told, it will go around me twice, but that makes no difference. I am thrilled to have been so blessed.
Now all these years later, muddy water under the burnt bridges, I still delight in having known this lovely woman, and my sentimental house dress is my choice, for special hair drying days, only!
I now publish many "sermons" and am very grateful to be able to work from home. I gave a bit more insight as to this awesome blessing in my article in "The Other 1%." Working at home, means I can literally do anything my heart desires to do; and my heart desires to serve my King, who just happens to be King of Kings, a.k.a. King of the universe. Working from home affords me a great variety of interests and activities that I truly would not have, any other way. Not only am I able to work in a variety of endeavors, I am also able to accomplish a great many mundane household chores and personal activities that would "be waiting for me" after work, if I worked away from home.
Hair washing day for me is the one day, I don't do alot on line because I can't wear a head covering while my hair is drying and it's an all day project at best. Therefore internet discourse, which I consider to be speaking publicly, is limited. That's the day I do my other things. Besides it's usually the day after the big publication, so I'm all screened and keyboarded out for a day. I love the way YHWH has arranged my schedule!
This past Monday was delightful. I'm reorganizing my soap business to make shipping more uniform, so every new batch of soap is aimed for the bars to be the same dimensions. So many of my projects seem to be a learn as I go adventure, but that's okay, as long as I'm learning . . . So here I am out in my soap making space, with my hair drying in the most wonderful house dress on the planet. It was hand made by a wonderful seamstress, and the fact that I ended up with this is a blessing, which came gift wrapped in insults.
As I mixed and measured, I thought of how many gifts I missed out on before I was walking with YHWH, because I chose to be offended. I'm not one to hold a grudge, but I do like to avoid rejection and insult as often as possible, but this particular incident taught me something more. My last husband's family did not like me, they didn't want him to marry me, and after the wedding, their views didn't change, and they made sure I was aware of that. I shouldn't say his entire family, just the immediate members, with the exception of his brother, and he had the most wonderful Aunties, just precious women.
Shortly after the marriage, one of the Auntie's took very ill and passed. In her belongings was the house dress that I referred to earlier. I've made mention in the past of not being a small woman. So, after the "real family," the blood kin went through everything, I was offered this house dress that Aunt Doris had made in her "bigger years." I was so delighted to have any memento at all from this lovely lady, I accepted the insults that came along with it. First, my then husband's mother informed me it was just way too big on her, and it just swallowed my then sister-in-law, and no one else would fill it out . . . so they naturally thought of me. Well, praise YHWH, I didn't even entertain the thoughts that knocked at my brain, I was simply so thrilled. Truth be told, it will go around me twice, but that makes no difference. I am thrilled to have been so blessed.
Now all these years later, muddy water under the burnt bridges, I still delight in having known this lovely woman, and my sentimental house dress is my choice, for special hair drying days, only!
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