Yoghurt!!

Guess who woke up this morning, carefully lifted one end of a dish towel hiding a bowl of milk, just to dip her finger in it to see whether it had the consistence of thick yoghurt or thin milk? And guess who was more than a little bit excited (and the proudest gal in the world) when she discovered it was YOGHURT!!!

Then she made scones for breakfast (but that's another story..)

So here's what she did with that yoghurt...
Last night, around 6 pm she heated 1 liter (4 quarts) to 40C and 140F

(you know when it's about bathing temperature =)

Then she added 2-3 tablespoons of store bought yoghurt (not the diet type) to it and stirred till it dissolved. Then she wrapped a bath towel around the container and put the dishtowel over the top, so that the mixture could get enough air without bugs or dust. And she went to bed.

And at 6 am this morning. She had YOGHURT!! =) =) =) =)

It looked perfect,

the consistence was perfect,

the taste was perfect.

It was PERFECT YOGHURT

(it's beyond me how it could develop from me doing practically nothing, though)

I'm thankful for yoghurt.

And for the Lord being good and working through everything perfectly,
despite me acting like a whiny kid...

åslaug abigail

Oh, and I used no metal utensils (except for heating the milk), but I don't know if that matters at all, just thought I should mention it... And the other thing, that I do know for a fact, if you want to use your own yoghurt as starter the next time, put a few tablespoons away before you stir it up. My starter is in the photo above. You might want to use a little more as starter of your own, than you do of the store bought yoghurt.

News From Sleeping Beauty

I'm back in my old kindergarden/day care center. The children seems to have been concerned about the way of sleeping arrangements "over there".

We were sitting by the table, drawing the other morning. The three little girls were drawing magic stairways and beds, so I was drawing a wooden bed with a quilt on.

A co-worker of mine (to the children):

Oh, åslaug is probably drawing the bed she was sleeping in in America.

A little blonde haired girl leans over to look at my drawing, her eyes big:

Woow, could you sleep over there???

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And then yesterday one of the boys approached me, crawling all over a stack of mattresses:

On the farm (they know I stayed on a farm in America), did you sleep with the animals?

-No.

-Why not?

-Well, they had beds in the house...

-Oh.

Short pause while his little brain was processing this new information.

-Not even with the cow?

-No, the cow slept outside.

-Oh. And not with the dog?

I wonder what they've been told about farmgirls?

Working all the time, no time for sleep,

and if such a thing as a nap should ever occur it has got to be next to the cow?

I have fun talking to them though, they are SO CUTE... and, seriously concerned!

Well,

I'm going to bed,

I'm back to the life where it's all about

the battle for getting enough of this wonderful thing: sleep!

zzzz,

åslaug abigail

The Swine Flu and Other Fancy Stuff...

The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer;

my God, my strength, in whom I will trust;

my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

Psalm 18:2

For who is God, save the LORD? and who is a rock, save our God?

2. Samuel 22:32
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Yes, dear PomPom, I am going to blog when I do come home:

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I'm home!
And I have the swine flu.

But apart from that I'm doing super good!!!

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I had a wonderful trip! I don't have any pictures, because I don't have a camera, but I'll try to post some next week (my sister, Ingvild, visited me for ten days while I was in America, and she took a bunch of pictures) when Ingvild comes home for a visit.

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So, the pictures are from my walk in the woods last February. That was a nice walk.

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The past three months I've:

~milked the cow, by hand

~felt a calf kick in her big huge belly

~made good friends

~dug up potatoes

~seen the Lord at work in my life

~and in others (hard to say which have been more exciting)

~written letters

~moved horse fencings

~ moved cow fencings

~held my favourite baby

~again and again

~and again

~had lots of long, nice talks

~early mornings in the quiet with God

~had root beer floats

~went for (actually just one) buggy ride

~had wonderful meat loaf

~learned a whole lot of new hymns

~been SO INCREDIBLY BLESSED!

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The Lord is doing wonderful confidential stuff in my life,

please pray that everything will work out.

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åslaug abigail

Thanks for all your sweet sweet comments!!

I wasn't able to publish them until today, but I read them around the time they came in and I was so blessed!

I'm having a wonderful time here, I just don't spend any of it on the computer... I'll try to come up with at least one post before the end of October, but I won't promise anything.

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Every day here is so beautiful,

it's like all those months of work and stress and trouble just melts off.

It's a wonderful feeling, though I'm not yet there that I can say with all my heart it was worth it,

cause I know I'm going back to that life in two months, and I feel the weight of it.

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I shouldn't worry about what might hurt in two months time, I know,

but I have a hard time changing me, so I'll leave it to Him.

He's the only one able to work in our hearts, to change us from the inside out.

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God will take care of every situation as it comes around (and He's probably already at work). I don't need to worry.

I can shrug off that awful feeling that I carry the heavy weight of my life's greater decitions

and final direction on my shoulders.

Cause really, I don't have to.

God will not only carry our troubles if we ask Him,

He'll carry us.

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Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

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It's a choice what we allow our hearts to focus on.

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I will focus on this:

That whatever happens in November, December or January, God is already there.

He's at work, I needn't worry.

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abigail

A Last Note...

Hey,

I just want to tell all of you that I'm leaving Norway for three months (which probably isn't as long as it may sound).

My flight is Saturday morning, and after writing this I'll shut down my computer and put it in the bag.

So this is the last I write before leaving.

Thanks for reading my blog,

I won't promise anything but I hope I'll be able to post something during before I'll be back in November.

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Hei,

dette er altså det siste lille innlegget før eg reiser til Amerika og blir der (ei lita stund),

takk for at dåke les bloggen min.

Eg kan ikkje lova å legga ut noko, men eg håper å legga ut LITT i alle fall, før november kjem og eg er heime att.

Snart er det jul.

Eg er stort sett svært tilgjengeleg på epost, så du kan berre skriva, Marianne.

åslaug abigail

Today it's Saturday all over the world...

In the middle of a hug




(except that I wasn't able to post it until now, which is Sunday afternoon)
My sister, Ingvild, and I was standing in the kitchen today, a batch of cookies baking in the oven, sunshine outside the window, when she suddenly says:
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Have you ever thought about... right now it's Saturday all over the world?

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I had not. Imagine what a huge thought, an amazing reality:

other girls and sisters cooking Saturday's batch of cookies,

people writing Saturday's entry in their journals,

some going to bed a late Saturday evening,

others just greeting the early Saturday morning.

Some've got a rainy Saturday,

others have got a sunny one, like ours.

Some have got a carefree one like we have,

other's Saturday will be cloudy in despair and mourning.

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So many Saturdays all in one, so many people,

such a great God watching over,

caring for,

loving,

providing for: all of them.
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Oh, I'm glad I'm not the one in charge, and while we left that part to our King and Creator, we
shopped,
made and ate cookies
finished a scutch (meaning the-first-copy-(in-cheap-fabric-)of-a-dress-I'm-going-to-sew)
cooked chicken for tomorrow's Tithing Chicken Salad
made daddy's home made pizza (we have two kinds in our family, mum's and dad's)
watched "Becoming Jane Austen" (which I don't recommend)
listened to country music
read and reread articles from Young Ladies Christian Fellowship
laughed
hugged
had fun
had more fun
had a jolly good time =) =)

I hope your Saturday was as sweet, beautiful and happy as ours

(I could wish you nothing better)'

åslaug

A Walk in the Forest....

... with a very good friend.