Homemade Laundry Soap – easy!!

teacuppamela.png For several months I have been using ‘home-made’ laundry soap and have been very pleased with the results! In addition to the ease of making the soap, the dollar savings has been a great help to me/my family! This may sound terrible, but I’ve never attempted to be very thrifty in the laundry room. As a front-loader user and a Tide–Clorox–Spray’nWash–Oxi-Clean-Downey girl and mom of many, I’ve obviously bought large, washed large and $pent large. Now… after several months of still washing large but not spending large, it’d be pretty tough to go and spend $27. on a box of Tide and $12.00 on a bottle of Downey. Now, I’m spending less than 5 dollars for about 100 loads of wash. I still use hot-hot water & double rinse for white clothes and towels.

I still use the Spray ‘n Wash occasionally and the Oxi Clean, too, on occasion, but for the most part I am using only the home-made soap and Vinegar in the rinse dispenser for rinse aid and softening the fabric. I’m going to try a mix of hydrogen peroxide/lemon juice —or— when I can order some, I’d like to try sodium perborate for whitening the clothes w/o using Clorox bleach.

So, here’s a way of making home made laundry soap. And… by the way, I used Fels Naptha for the first 5 gallon pail, and I used lavender goat-milk soap the last time. I think I prefer the lavender soap and so I ordered lavender bar soap from Azure Standard to use in making my next bucketful of laundry-soap next week. Okay, so I started with these: an empty 5 gallon bucket, water, bar soap, washing soda & borax. I got the soap, washing soda and borax at Fred Meyer (you can find these in most grocery store’s laundry products department).

First, I grated a bar of Fels Naptha soap and covered that grated bar with water in a medium sauce pot – on low – on the stove. I stirred it until it completely melted.

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Here’s what the grated soap looks like in the pan — and this is what is then covered with 4-6 cups of hot water and stirred until completely dissolved.

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Then I filled my bucket one fourth full of hot-hot water and 2 cups of Borax and 2 Cups of Washing Soda

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… and then I whisked and whisked and whisked until the borax and soda were completely dissolved.

soap making whisking

…and when then I switched to my large-long handled potato masher and used that to incorporate the liquefied Fels Naptha or other bar of soap. It becomes quite gelatinous and thick after blending. I moved the half full bucket to our laundry area and then I filled it the rest of the way with hot water and continued to blend well.

I then snapped on a Gamma Seal lid – a very cool product – especially if you have arthritis and prying off bucket lids is hard. I have slowly switched all of our former lids to Gamma Seal lids (fits most 3.5-7 gallon buckets). The seems-permanent ‘ring’ is snapped on the bucket and the center of the lid spins off to open and on to tightly close the bucket. I use buckets for grains, cereals, honey, raw sugar, granola… and now, soap!

When my soap is finished, I fill a small 1 gallon rubbermaid bucket that sits on my washing machine. And the rest of the soap remains in the 5 gallon bucket for refills. I use about one HALF cup per load – and less than that on lightly soiled clothes – so, essentially there are 160 portions in a 5 gallon bucket. [I had the math wrong here originally — oops]

My 5-gallon bucket is now empty – ready for the next soap making in a few days. One more note… I add a dropper full of Essential Oil (honeysuckle, orange, lavender mixed in a little bottle) to each load’s rinse water – yep, right into the vinegar in the “fabric softener” dispenser.

And… voilà nice clean, sweet smelling clothes! Happy washing!!

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At my local library in June…

I forgot to post these photos from our local library in June. I was amazed at the blatant message of the posters – considering that they were located in the center of the library next to the computers. Slowly, desensitization and subtle indoctrination is taking place… you may not even realize it until you start using common jargon to describe sodomy, for example – or until other common words replace evil. Consider – what, at one time might have been called abomination is now (for fear of man) simply called: inappropriate. Now, to take this stand, one is commonly at risk of being called hateful – phobic. But, surely, that’s just part of the enemy’s tactic to silence people who stand for the truth. Standing for truth is not hateful nor is it phobic or fearful — but the defeated foe must employ whatever means possible to deceive and attack.

Here’s what adults and children saw in our library in June.

Snohomish library June 2008

8/13 edit: For the record… my reason for posting this on my blog is that there are statements on this poster that are just totally absolutely reprehensible and egregious for a public library to endorse by posting this display in the middle of the library for the month of June.

Impressionable, vulnerable, *innocent* children must be protected from: “join the transexual menace” and from the potential for exploitation and abuse of others: “hang out with children and teach them how to cross dress barbie and GI joe” and by the mere suggestion that there are “things you can do to eradicate gender or multiply it exponentially.”

Shame on the Snohomish Public Library. What’s in the books on the shelves is wholly another matter. What’s on display in the middle of the library is the issue at hand here. And this is a blatant, in your face, attack on God, on faith, on the family and society at large. Shame on the Snohomish library for breaching the confidence and safety and assaulting the sensibilities of children and families… the patrons who pay for and frequent this library.

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Well, Duh.  But – eradicating gender or promoting exploitation, abuse, confusion and/or abomination is not the answer.

China & Jeremiah; Vanity… Pride…

teacuppamela.pngPresentation is everything… image is everything… whatever the cost.  My friend used to tell me these things about the country to which she and her husband were missionaries.  My mother said very similar things upon returning from an extended visit to the same country.  I marveled each time I heard this… incredulous that it matters not at all what is but only what seems is important.  The end result… a perfect compromise… regardless the cost or what’s sacrificed.

quotebegin.gif…we should all understand it like this…”  Truthy not facty – not what is but what seems.

From the UK Telegraph

In referring to the decision to *use* Lin Miaoke for presentation in singing fro the opening ceremonies of the 2008 Olympics in China:

quotebegin.gifThe main consideration was the national interest,” he said. “The child on the screen should be flawless in image, in her internal feelings, and in her expression. In the matter of her voice, Yang Peiyi was flawless, in the unanimous opinion of all the members of the team.”

“That was until attention turned to Yang Peiyi’s teeth. Nevertheless, Mr Chen thought the end result a perfect compromise. We have a responsibility to face the audience of the whole country, and to be open with this explanation,” he said. “We should all understand it like this: it is a question of the national interest. It is a question of the image of our national music, our national culture.

“Especially at the entrance of our national flag, this is an extremely important, an extremely serious matter. So we made the choice. I think it is fair to both Lin Miaoke and Yang Peiyi – after all, we have a perfect voice, a perfect image and a perfect show, in our team’s view, all together.”

Image is everything – what seems  is the only imperative.   Like the fireworks display for the opening ceremony… the world didn’t see reality.  But— that didn’t matter, because only image mattered.  The fireworks were computer generated graphics,

quotebegin.gifGao Xiaolong, head of the visual effects team for the ceremony, said it had taken almost a year to create the 55-second sequence. Meticulous efforts were made to ensure the sequence was as unnoticeable as possible: they sought advice from the Beijing meteorological office as to how to recreate the hazy effects of Beijing’s smog at night, and inserted a slight camera shake effect to simulate the idea that it was filmed from a helicopter. Seeing how it worked out, it was still a bit too bright compared to the actual fireworks,” he said. “But most of the audience thought it was filmed live – so that was mission accomplished.”  [And as a spokeswoman for the Olympics said, “As far as we are concerned, we let off the fireworks – that’s what’s important to us”]

So, what’s all this got to do what Jeremiah?  Well, in reading through the first few chapters this morning, I was marveling at the similarities between the above and much of the “church” (general – mainstream – emergent, etc.) today.   Chapter 2 of Jeremiah, in particular and a few verses specifically:

quotebegin.gif5  Thus saith the LORD, What iniquity have your fathers found in me, that they are gone far from me, and have walked after vanity, and are become vain? … 7  And I brought you into a plentiful country, to eat the fruit thereof and the goodness thereof; but when ye entered, ye defiled my land, and made mine heritage an abomination. 8  The priests said not, Where is the LORD? and they that handle the law knew me not: the pastors also transgressed against me, and the prophets prophesied by Baal, and walked after things that do not profit.  9  Wherefore I will yet plead with you, saith the LORD, and with your children’s children will I plead… (11) …but my people have changed their glory for that which doth not profit. 12  Be astonished, O ye heavens, at this, and be horribly afraid, be ye very desolate, saith the LORD. 13  For my people have committed two evils; they have forsaken me the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water…  21  Yet I had planted thee a noble vine, wholly a right seed: how then art thou turned into the degenerate plant of a strange vine unto me?  22  For though thou wash thee with nitre, and take thee much soap, yet thine iniquity is marked before me, saith the Lord GOD. 23  How canst thou say, I am not polluted, I have not gone after Baalim? see thy way in the valley, know what thou hast done: thou art a swift dromedary traversing her ways;  24  A wild ass used to the wilderness…  25  Withhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst: but thou saidst, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.”

And then I consider… how can it be that truth doesn’t matter – that image is the only thing that’s important?  Vanity and pride – lies that entice and deceive men and women into forgetting God and though clothed in rags, masquerading as beautiful and wise.  The “church” today led by ‘pastors’ who do not know the Word of God – who, for their own profit and advancement of their own opinions exploit and lead millions astray.  I think of little Lin Miaoke – totally exploited for the sake of the image of a country – I wonder how she’ll feel when she’s old enough to understand mockery and fraud.

I guess she’ll feel used and ashamed.  But then, maybe she will remain under the delusion of her imprisoning government and continue to deny her own conscience or she will find redemption in the LORD… like those who come into the Light of the Truth of the Word of God – when they come to see the Lord Jesus and realize that all along they had been duped, tricked and rejected the only One who could give them Living water and eternal life.   Only then will she know genuine peace – true freedom.

I think of China… I think of Russia… our own pitifully deceived nation… and I wonder – O, God… how can the world continually reject You – our merciful, sovereign LORD?   O, the power of the enemy of God – the enemy of Creation – the enemy of our souls. O, the arrogance of vanity and pride.

Even so, Come, LORD Jesus.

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I’ve missed blogging…

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I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately… things I like to do, things I used to do… habits and regimens that have been most important in my life… things I’ve left off doing, things I need to prioritize.

I like to write.
I like to blog.
I like to share slices of life.
I like to write about what’s going on. and. what. I. think. about. it.
I like to link to others who think — really think — about things.
I like to hear from you.
I like to share photos.
I like to share stories.

I think it’s all part of the fact that I always thought I was born to be a princess. And, perhaps, that I think everyone wants to hear about something I thought was worth writing about — now, I didn’t say everyone wants to read what *I* thought about something, no, no, no…. I mean, when I see something in the news or a book or a study or hear something on the airwaves, I think others will want to hear about it too.

Problem is, (if you keep reading here) you’ll have to sift out my take on it, put it through your own filter, see what you think and… well, maybe you’ll come back and read again some other day. And then again, maybe not. That’s the cool thing about the proliferation of blogs. There’re hundreds of thousands of blogs from which to choose — dozens and dozens of newspages with hundreds of links everyday — so there’s surely no shortage of stuff to read.

When I started blogging over five years ago, there weren’t a bazillion blogs from which to choose and so it was easy to write, add links for further browsing pleasure and so on. I didn’t use a service like I do now with WordPress. At first I didn’t keep monthly blogs on my site for future reference… I just cleared the page at the beginning of each month and started in again. But then I realized I would want to reference something and so decided to keep monthly blogs as their own file. Even today I go back to those blogs for info and sometimes just to reminisce – I’m migrating those to this blogsite for ease of navigation and for posterity, too, I guess. Today, there are so many blogs that one could not possibly regularly visit all the favourites. and. still. get. *any*thing. done.

Still… I miss blogging everyday. So… along with several other resolves to resume ‘stuff I used to do’ – I think I’ll attempt to do so once again. It’s therapeutic for me — and it’s cheaper than therapy — and, besides, I was born to be a princess.

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Psalm 128.3

teacuppamela.pngI’ve received emails with the following article a few times since yesterday afternoon… and each time I receive it I’m once again encouraged and reminded of the great blessing of motherhood and childbearing specifically. I’m encouraged bcz the ones who have sent it are mothers who not only love their children but also love being mothers — mothers who have borne many children and whose bodies have been made comfortable… for babies… and adored by husbands who appreciate and marvel at the handiwork and blessing of the Lord.

Article by Jeff (The Public Undressing of America) Pollard

The True Meaning of Beauty:
A Pastoral Letter to Fruitful Vines

 quotebegin.gifDear Fruitful Vines,

One never knows in God’s mercy and kindness what a simple appeal to a Biblical passage can produce. As I was pondering my last encouragement to you all, I pondered Psalm 128. Verse 3 says, “Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house.” I thought, “You know, instead of saying, ‘Dear pregnant moms,’ maybe, ‘Fruitful Vines,’ instead.” Now “pregnant moms” is a lovely term to me. Nevertheless, from the encouraging replies I received regarding the term Fruitful Vines, it will now be the address of choice!

This also pointed out to me again the importance of words and, especially in our society, of image. You dear sisters have to stand in the checkout lines of Wal-Mart and other stores all the time. Glaring at you are rows of magazines that virtually shout at you, “The Hollywood Harlots are the standard of beauty. You have to look like this, and display that, or you are not beautiful.”

Don’t listen to this. Reject it. Replace this lie with God’s truth.

Some of you mentioned waddling. Some of you mentioned that vines are thin. I was amused. Yet, I was also pierced to my very soul. Our society has made body-sculpting surgeons rich and constantly shoves its artificial, nip-and-tuck, silicone and Botox standard of beauty in your face. Let me tell you something: waddling, as your body bears the children God gave you, is holy. The changes, the aches, the pains, the swelling, the stretch marks, and all the rest-these are all beautiful in the eyes of the Lord and to any man who has his biblical wits about him. It is stunning beauty to see women submitting to the often painful changes that bearing the Lord’s children brings. Being fruitful and multiplying brings glory to the Lord Jesus Christ and is the holy act of bringing God’s elect into this world. Through virgin’s womb, our beloved Savior entered this world. Mary did the most holy waddling that has ever graced the planet. It was not the sultry, sensual sashay of seduction. It was the humble, load-bearing, groaning, aching waddle of the salvation of all God’s elect for all eternity.

Waddle on,groan on, swell up to the glory of the Lord Jesus Christ: you are displaying a true and holy beauty to your God and to anyone who has eyes to see.

My beloved wife used to say in her last trimester, “I feel like a beached whale.” I wish I had told her a million times and more, “But you are beautiful to me and to the Lord.” She was then and she is now the delight of my eyes. Dear Vines, there is a beauty in your fulfilling the eternal purpose of God to which all the airbrushed, surgically enhanced bodies on this planet will never compare. Your self-effacing sacrifice displays the glory of your Lord.

Waddle, swell, and groan to glory of your Savior. He knows true beauty when he sees it…”

The above article by Jeff Pollard posted at Vision Forum | Doug Phillips Blog Permalink

with love and thanks to the LORD for the inestimable gift of motherhood and opportunity for life…
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Remember a few months ago…

I wrote about all the swooning and fainting at Obama speeches and you know, I thought the whole deal was a perfect set up for the campaign or, rather, the candidate, to appear ‘messiah-like’ in his presentation and presence. He notices the fainting ones… he seemed to care… he was the only one offering help… he was a-mazing. He met felt needs, he presented material people wanted to hear, he appeared to care, he was sensitive, he offered solutions, he promised good things, he seemed to have all the answers…

I kept wondering [and I keep wondering]… is he really only a US Senator? Does he ever go to work? It’s incredible – only in America – could this happen… media driven America and the who-cares-what-he’s-done-I-like-how-he-sounds! What, actually, does he do? Or, what, actually, has he done?  I don’t mean what has he proposed or what has he talked about doing… I mean, what has he done?

Incredible, isn’t it!?!? No real track record of actual accomplishments. No great wisdom or understanding – to produce a change that will be actually wise and beneficial. No wise counsel or solutions – but lots of schmooze for the masses. Is it really *not* important to the American people that the Emperor really has no clothes? Incredible… as with so many other things… poor, poor America.

Here you go: look what Obama has done for you. [keep clicking, there’s more… much more]

But really, Rick Warren’s got all the answers for you here.

[edited Wednesday morning; for incredulity, humour is a bit of a tension reliever.]

The Epitome of Gratefulness

and I suppose if I could choose any photo… it would be this:

timothy baptizin' dora

or this.

Timothy baptizin' sam

quotegraysmall.gifIf ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free… If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.”
–John 8.31b,32,36

quotebegin.gifHe is no fool who gives what he cannot keep
to gain what he cannot lose.”
–Jim Elliot

God gives more grace

teacuppamela.pngI was thinking this morning that God’s grace is sufficient for the day… and then considered: how much grace does God have? How much mercy? The Word says He is plenteous in mercy and that He gives liberally. Can I exhaust the grace of God? Can I ask Him too often for mercy – for grace – for wisdom? Is His ear far from my cry? No… to all of these things, no… His arm is not shortened that it cannot save, His mercy knows no end and there is no accounting of His grace and wisdom – for if the grace of God is sufficient, then whatever He does, is, gives or says will be or is sufficient for me. Always.

I’ve been missing my boy… we passed the half year point since he left for Africa. I’m glad he’s there. Truly, I am glad. But I miss him – I miss his exuberance and enthusiasm for work and play. I miss his quirky characteristics – never giving a straight face or simple smile for a photo – quick wit – ready to help – zealous for the Truth – reading and reading and reading and then sharing what he gleaned. I miss his projects and inventions… seeing him in his reading chair or looking at articles, clips or notes on the computer.

I miss seeing him standing at the kitchen sink eating potato rolls with raspberry jam dripping down his arms.

I miss that he loved, loved, loved Poor Bear and everything Pooh Bear… and volleyball and running. I miss that I cannot see him ministering and preaching the gospel. I miss his eyes… his laugh… his Timothyism’s. I miss his observations of things I missed in places, people and photos.

I know many, many mothers have been or are where I am today. I used to think of that while I was labouring before birth… but that knowledge didn’t really help me then and somehow doesn’t really lift me now, either. But one thing it does is give me more compassion – more compassion for those who have gone before me and more compassion for mothers who are facing loss, disappointment, regret or hurting hearts today.

But I still miss my boy. a. lot.

God gives more grace. Praise His name. And I sing:

He Giveth More Grace

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercy;
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.

His love has no limit; His grace has no measure.
His pow’r has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!

Annie Johnson Flint

Timothy Baptizing Clem

God has given me everything I hoped for………………..

Timothy’s pages

 

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The Universal Language: Soccer

The contents of Timothy’s bags was pretty minimal when he left for Ghana six months ago. There were few necessities and few luxuries and I suppose that were he to have had to dump his possessions or to make a choice what to take and what to leave behind, the soccer balls would not have been in the ‘left behind’ grouping. There were few items on the priority list, but topping that list was soccer balls, for Timothy knows that wherever he goes, soccer is the universal language — it’s the great equalizer — anywhere.

Timothy had an opportunity to go with his Ghanaian friend, Clem, to visit Clem’s home village. A treat was to go to the beach. and. play. soccer.

timothy soccer on the beach june 2008

Then… “small friends in Tacrodi”

timothy's small friends in tacrodi