Fabulous Friday!


A lot of rain makes you grateful for every day that the sun shines!

It’s a Fabulous Friday and I want to remind you to visit my shop; Butterflies & Bumble Bees!

By doing so you bump me up on the search engines….and don’t forget that all of my proceeds…yes, all….go to supporting women’s coops in India to raise them out of poverty and give them hope for a new life.



Finding Grace

Grace is what we all need. Love is what we all crave.

Not to be judged, but to be offered grace. With grace comes love.

Since stepping outside the box of organized religion some years ago, I have been more keenly aware of grace and love.

I didn’t always do it right back then. And I still don’t.

But, I am showered daily in my Father’s love and want nothing more than to be His child of grace.

When we get finished with performance, we are much more capable of seeing the needs of others.

We take our eyes off of us and they fall on others.


80 Million


Nelson Mandela


80 MILLION is the number of orphaned children in India. I don’t think we can ever wrap our minds around numbers that large. But when you go and you see the countless orphanages then you know this is a problem the size that only God can solve through you and me.

I call them Throw Away Children. Two year olds on the street begging for food. Twelve year old girls sold into prostitution slavery.

When I go, I can’t help but weep. These children crave love and attention just like any child does. The difficult part is that there’s just not enough of you to go around.



Herbert Hoover

I never learned this little fellas name, I called him “Baby”. He was only 2 yrs old and his father died. His mother came to the orphanage asking if she could work and if her child could live there. He was the youngest child and at the bottom of the pecking order. He had great needs to be held and loved, just like any child. There were many days when he sat on my lap while I’d swing on the swing set. He loved it. So did I. He was extremely easy to get attached to and I often said that the airline wouldn’t notice him if he just sat on my lap. When I said my good byes, his mother had him dressed so nicely in a little suit. She kept pushing him to me. She wanted me to take him to America. It broke my heart. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.

I’ll never forget these children. These Throw Away Children.

I’m trying to make connections to return to India. My heart just yearns to be there. Honey said he wouldn’t mind if I went for 1, 2 or even 3 months. I’m trying to get there this spring. And then possibly I can go back when the cows dry up in the winter months. That would work out perfectly. But we will see. If Papa wants me to go then I’ll go. If not than I’ll wait. My visa is good for 6 more yrs. My health is almost perfect except for a few little hiccups. So we’ll see. Hey if you want to go, just let me know.

I’m trying to convince Honey that we could live there and be “house parents”. He’s not too keen on the idea. For now we will continue to support children all over the world. We have one in Rwanda, one in Guatemala, and one in Peru. And we had one of our sponsored children graduate in Indonesia. We also support two women missionaries in India. And then I have My Shop, Butterflies & Bumble Bees where I donate my proceeds to buying sewing machines for women in India.

Jesus said, “where your treasure is there your heart will be also.”

There are many organizations that you can partner with. Gospel For Asia is one that gives 100% of the funds to the child or missionary. Compassion International is another that we have been sponsors with for 15 yrs. Then there are orphanages that you can directly sponsor a child through. Children’s Fellowship of India, Boys and Girls Christian Home, Crosspoint of India are just a few that I am aware of.

It doesn’t take much to provide food, shelter and clothing for a child in the 2/3 World (yeah, it’s no longer the 1/3 World, more than 2/3 of the world live in extreme poverty). For less than $30 a month you can support a child in India. That’s 6 Starbuck coffees! Most of us spend that just eating out 1 time.

You will be glad you did.


I really hated wearing a Sari.  This was a special occasion when one of the buildings was being dedicated.  It was around 100* and under the Sari is a petticoat.  You talk about hot, I had puddles around my feet!

p1010302Walking 1 mile to the local public school.

The big boys really look after the little guys. They’re just like brothers.


Most prefer not wearing shoes. Yeah, that’s dung….that’s another reason for the parasites the children have.


Meal time is always orderly and the boys wait while everyone is served and then they pray. It’s truly an amazing sight.

p1010346I called this guy “little old man”. He was always soooooo serious and had hair everywhere! Boy could he pitch a ball!

p1010365This is Raj. He spoke very good English and was such a good boy who needed lots of attention and love.


How do children spell LOVE?


Won’t you consider sponsoring a child or visiting an orphanage in India. You’re life will never be the same.

You will be the one who is blessed.

“As you’ve done to the least of these you’ve done it unto me.”

Jesus Christ

More of My Memories From India

Memories of India

(I apologize for the poor quality. I was using an old digital camera and it was all new to me!)

Christmas of 2004 was the first time I went to India. I was content just going to the grocery store. And God calls me to India! The sunami occurred but we didn’t hear word of it nor did we even know what a sunami was. I spent 3 weeks at a Christian boys orphanage and returned in the winter of 2006 for another 3 weeks. I pray for the chance to return, but for now my health keeps me here. It’s a strange thing; although life in India is NOTHING like in the USA, I love it there. I love the slow pace of life. I love the sense of community. I love the smiles :). I love the generosity. I love the markets. As I was traveling to the airport on my return trip home the last time, tears were falling from my face and I kept asking myself what I could love about a place so dirty and so primitive.

A still small voice whispered to me;

The people!



My first day at the orphanage. I’d been traveling for 16 hrs of course after the 24 hr flight. All the children ever wanted to do was sit and be loved. I was more than happy to hold my babies.



This is the multipurpose building which the children slept in, ate in, worshiped in, and of course played in.

The main kitchen was built a yr after this picture, until then the ladies cooked in a metal shack behind this building.


This was work on the directors home.


This is the old kitchen. I spent a lot of time hanging out here trying to communicate with the matrons. They loved it when I would sit on the floor and help them cook. Mostly they tried to feed me.

They napped here and kept most of their belongings here.


This is rebar. The men would spend ALLLLLL day and the next and the next, pounding the rebar to cut it to size.


The construction of the new dining hall and kitchen. Much improved from the tin shed.


The women from a near by village worked at sifting the sand for mortar. They sifted allllll day long!


Herds of cattle, goats or camels passed by the orphanage daily. They were usually heading for the Sunday market called “the bizzar”. I loved waking to the sounds of their bells and bellowing!


The directors wife affectionately called, “Mommie” by the children.


Typical scene at meal time. This is a group of the little boys who don’t attend public school. They were having lunch. This was my first day and I was so amazed at how orderly and polite the boys were.


Going anywhere took a long time. In Mumbai it was crowds of people, in the rural area it was animals!


Our first job was to go to town for some decent India attire. I also purchased a Sari for Christmas.

As you can see, I was just making it in that get up. BUT, it was not easy finding everyday Punjabi Dresses (pants and long tunic) that were modest and not dressy. I hated being asked “how much?”


Our group went into the local shop leaving our shoes at the door…. most were afraid someone would steal their new Nike’s. You can see we began to attract a crowd. Since we were in rural India, it’s not often that they see white Americans. We were for sure the minority. We loved it.


The crowd grew! As you can see we were an oddity. Wind was over 6 feet tall…not typical for an Indian and his cousin had long blond hair.


No matter where we were the children and adults alike loved to have their pictures taken.


The boys always sat in lines by their age/grade. They affectionately called me “Auntie” and plead for my place on the mat. The children soon found out that I had 10 fingers; one for 10 children. And that I was the “Auntie” who passed out kisses like candy! Chocolate candy!!!!!



My modest room at the guest cottage. All of the orphanages and colleges we visited had guest rooms or hostels. Ours was always clean and the food was prepared for us their to protect our tummies.


The Christmas Story of the birth of Christ was presented by the children….and to our surprise even Santa visited baby Jesus!!!! Too cute!!


A very skinny Santa!


These are two of the matrons who live at the orphanage with the boys. You can’t find bigger hearts!


This is the nurse and her husband with their little daughter. They are dressed like it’s freezing outside. It was in the 60’s and we thought it was great, but they were all very cold!



The orphanage is gated and this is the gatekeepers daughter. They family at this time; mother, father, two brothers and this young lady lived in a one room shed seen directly behind her.

It was always clean, and there was one bed. The mother was miraculously healed from a large stomach tumor and from that testimony came to know Christ as Saviour. Since these photos the family has moved “up”. They now have several rooms in the water tower. They are thankful!


The boys are attending the gardens. The health clinic is located in the distance.

All of the work at any of these orphanages in India and all around the world are made possible by donations from those of us who have been given much.  While in India I visited 2 other orphanages.  One with 400 children and the other 200 girls.  I’ve chosen to keep the identity private as to protect them from extremist.

Believe me, I have a million more pictures.  I may post more another day.

My Memories of Mumbai, India


I spent Christmas 2004 in India working in a boys orphanage. We landed in Mumbai and traveled to a rural area of the state. On our last day before returning to the US, we spent the day touring southern Mumbai.

As “missionaries” we didn’t foot out the BIG bucks to stay at the Taj Hotel in Mumbai. A lower class room was $200/night. I did sit in the very posh lobby which was decked out for Christmas. The Ladies Restroom was cleaner and fancier than that of the Ritz Hotel in NYC.

It saddens me today, as I watched the Taj burn and the terror continue.

I still love India. As I flew into the airport on my returning trip in Feb 2006, the words of Dr David Livingston came to me; “I’m haunted by the smoke of a thousand villages.” All over the city the slums were smoking with small fires to keep warm. Today, Mumbai is smoldering from the fires of terrorist.

These are some of the sights that caught my heart then and continue to call me back.


The Gateway to India


Fishing Boats in the Harbor


The Lobby of the Taj


This was a gorgeous waterfall in the lobby of the Taj.


Beggars right across the street from the Taj.



Ghandi’s home


Ghandi’s room



My team and me.


Incredible architecture from the British rule.


Gorgeous old Cathedrals.

Surrounded by indescribable poverty that still draws me to this place.





This was the view from my hotel room. I remember standing in my room at 3AM and asking myself, why on earth I was there. It was then that I heard the words of the prophet Isaiah; “when you give yourself in behalf of the poor”.

Although our hotel was nothing to compare to the Taj, it was clean and comfortable. I always felt safe and at home.


Another view from my hotel room. A woman with her sacred cow.


A city that never sleeps.


People who love incredibly.


A Christmas Gift….chalk art!


A people with hearts so large they literally give you the shoes off their own feet.


Our last day at the orphanage.



The love of children that pulls me to go back.


Me today, almost the big 5 0, nearly 100% recoverd and enjoying life!!!

Wow, yesterday about 11 AM, I hit 444! That’s the number of readings in 6 months on my most popular post/page….“My Journey With Lyme Disease”. I guess there really are a lot of people searching for answers to this puzzling disease.

I wanted to update you on my journey. I am now enjoying near complete recovery! That’s incredibly good news! After 37 yrs of this disease being a mystery and finally being able to find recovery. Not many can say that. Not many will find that.

First of all, I am not a doctor nor do I pretend to be one. The experiences are mine and mine alone.

I still believe with alllllllll my heart that you can’t heal from any disease UNTIL you heal your leaky gut! It cannot be a one time fix all deal. It has to be a lifetime pursuit. You have to be committed to this. It’s not easy. Nothing that’s worth having and fighting for is! But I promise you it is worth finding. Most are still looking for “the answer” to this mystery disease….as far as I’m concerned diet is the answer. Make it your pursuit to find raw dairy where ever you live. It’s there, you have to find it. I believe that the enzymes in raw milk are what our bodies need to heal and also the lacto fermented foods that are made with raw milk as well as others. Then I believe the other protocols will work. Which one? That’s for you to find. I tried many but for me Dr Zhang’s Chinese Herbal Medicine is working.

I can successfully say that Babesia is dead. I’m pretty sure now that Bartonella is also dead. That leaves Bb and Erhliciosis. I’ve finished my 6th month on Dr Zhang’s protocol and will continue for another 6 months. Nothing can compare to what I’ve obtained. Nothing. It is a gift of life I’ve been given from Jesus and I will be thankful forever.

This is why I believe this. As most experts in this field of chronic lyme disease believe now, you cannot heal from the Bb infection without first healing the other infections. That is really very good news. As far as we know, Bb is the only pleomorphic bacteria in the battle we face, so the others CAN be killed and then Bb with rifing and the right protocol. Yes, it takes time, but they can successfully be killed. Once I killed Babesia, Bartonella was uncovered and became very active…lots of bone pain and pain in my feet, specifically the bottoms of my feet. It wasn’t until the other day that I realized I was having lots of joint pain and haven’t had any bone pain for a week or so, nor any claw marks on my upper thigh. But now the joints are hurting…this is indicative of lyme (Bb). For me Bab’s was the ultimate worst of all the infections I have had. It is a cousin to Malaria. The symptoms being very similar.

With these other infections gone, I can program my rifing even more specifically toward Bb. I have been rifing religiously for 18 months. I rifed for one hour two days ago and I am doing well. As far as I can tell the only herxing I’ve had is a pretty bad head ache today….that I can live with. I know it will pass. Plus the night of and last night my joints were very swollen. One trick I have when I rife is I put my hands up to the machine and if I feel anything in them I know it’s killing the Bb in my joints. It did!!!! It hurt pretty badly for a few minutes. I’ve done that with my crowned tooth and boy does it do a number on the Bb hiding in there. I am very familiar with my body and I know where the Bb lives. I know what joints to look at. For instance I broke my left foot when I was 8. That is the foot/ ankle that always hurts. I also injured my left knee in 10th grade and that is my lyme knee. 😦 It will swell pretty badly. I broke my left elbow when I was 2….I knew before I asked my mom which arm it was because of the joint pain in that elbow! I’ve also had 8 surgeries on my hands due to a car accident and they will flare as well and I get a lump near one of the incisions. I have one crown in my mouth…it loves to hide in there. And due to the fact that my crown is on the right upper side I also seem to have issues with pain in my right eyeball as well as the side of my head hurting. And my right side of my face doesn’t sag anymore from the palsy. It used to love my gut, until I healed it. Now I don’t have indigestion issues or pain. No head aches unless it’s from a herx. My energy is back and I feel better at near 50 then I did at 30!!!!!! 🙂 That’s so cool! My vision is great. I just had my eyes examined and they are better than ever. No more episodes of deafness, no more bright flashing lights in my eyes, no more mood swings, no more muscle pain, no more craziness, no more chronic fatigue, no more feeling like a train hit me, no more tiredness, no more laying around trying to wake-up for an hour, no more lack of motivation, no more nausea, no more panic attacks and I guess the list could go on. The funny thing is I have to think really hard to remember how bad it was.

I’m telling you. This is a great place to be and I wish it for all of you! I pray you can be brave enough to fight the good fight. Changing the way we eat is not easy. But it is essential!

And probably my most prized recovery is my brain. I remember sitting in the doctors office 3 years ago crying….saying, “all I want is to be able to think again. Will I ever get my mind back?” He didn’t have any answers. Well, I’m here to tell you that your brain too will heal….it’s a miracle!!! I could never be doing any of this if it weren’t true. I didn’t know how to do anything on the computer; upload, download it was a foreign language to me….and now look at me! You know, everyone with Lyme has NO memory! But it will come back! I can even add again and think logically…well sorta…I never was good with logic! But you know what I mean. You can recover your mind! But I’m so glad the craziness is gone. You know what I mean.

And then of course I did drastic detoxing for mostly 7 yrs. I detoxed the heavy metals as well as the bio-toxins and neuro-toxins for the last three yrs. Using the infrared sauna, hydrotherapy, coffee enemas, and I relied heavily on God in times of intense Bible reading and prayer. I spent two hrs every day for 3 yrs detoxing in the mornings and drawing my strength from God. He found me in my greatest time of need. My favorite saying then was:

When God is all you have, God is all you need.

I’m starting to dream again. To believe that it’s possible for me to return to India, God willing. To continue to pursue my dream of giving women in India hope. To find the organization that I can partner with to travel and to obtain fair trade goods to sell in my own shop. To dream bigger and bigger with each new day. To remember that I was made for such a time as this. To know that God does have a plan for me. One of prosperity and good health. One of a future with hope. And so I encourage you today to pursue life….that you may live! That you may find God at this point on your journey. To believe that there is more for your life than suffering. To believe that Jesus is the only way. He alone can heal us. He is the Great Dream Giver!!!! Watch out world, here I come!

Indian Dahl~Mmmmmm Good!

I’ve gone to India twice now on missions trips to help and encourage at an orphanage. While there I fell in love with the people, who are generous and would give you the shirt off their backs while feeding you what meager offerings they had. I arrived in Mumbai which is a bustling city of over 13 million people. I saw great poverty and yet a city that was touched by the West with fashion and food. I spent my 3 weeks in the rural part of Maharashtra.

This is the scene behind the Indian owned hotel we stayed at for a night. A woman with her sacred cow, yet she was begging and very frail. It was a scene I’d see repeatedly.

This is McDonald’s in Mumbai.

This is the train we rode on for 14 hrs!

What you see is mostly men selling food threw the windows to those on the train. It didn’t stop for long and you had to throw all your baggage off in a matter of a minute or two. Then the train was off again. It was quite an experience. We did have western potties on the train, but I left my mark all over India!!!! 😀

When we arrived at our destination, Children’s Fellowship Of India, we were greeted by all the boys lining the driveway into the compound. I was hugged and kissed more than one woman should be allowed in a lifetime.

Our arrival at CFI after 14 hrs on the train.

The children were so hungry for touch. They soon learned I was the Auntie with 10 fingers! So ten could hold my hand. Kisses were given away like candy.

Even the dog wanted in on the action.

Meals are all eaten on the floor. I soon became accustomed to eating with my hands and enjoying every morsel.

This is Christmas Day 2004. We had no news of the Tsunami.

Christmas Day~joy in the eyes of a child receiving his package that we helped assemble. Each child received a new school outfit made by the tailor, Daniel. A couple pieces of candy, a small toy, a towel, a handkerchief, and firecrakers!!!!! I soon learned where the expression “wild little Indians” came from!

A mother and her child that lives at the orphanage. She is probably a widow or her husband left her for another woman and she can’t afford to keep her son. They spent Christmas Day together.

The children have donated shoes. But they prefer not to wear them. This day they all decided they wanted to show off their shoes and have their picture taken. Soon after off with the shoes.

These are women who were picking cotton on Christmas Day. Christmas is celebrated in India by Christians. However, I’m sure these ladies had no idea that it was Christmas nor did they even know of our Saviour Jesus Christ.

A typical scene. I loved hearing the water buffalo coming down the road with their bells ringing.

This is a typical scene in the towns. The roads were filled with animals. Water Buffalo pulling carts. Shepherds with their flocks. Camels in a caravan. Cars tooting their horns and dust every where.

We drew a lot of attention where ever we went. So, on this day when we went into the “bazaar” we covered ourselves so we could do some shopping without flocks of men following us. I wore my marriage beads, they are the black and gold beads around my neck. It is to symbolize you are married. Non the less the men were taken by our blue eyes and fair hair. It made my young companion and I laugh and giggle.

Oh and the food was to die for!!! I ate so much and enjoyed every bite. Every trip I lost at least 10 lbs though. I wish that would happen here!

Here we are at the saree shop. See all our shoes at the door. It’s customary to take them off since they don’t have Hoovers!

I learned to enjoy so much of the food, especially on my second trip to CFI. Here’s one of my favorite recipes called Dahl; lentil soup. Sorry I didn’t get a photo of it at presentation…..but I’m so hungry I forget to take pictures instead of digging in! Last night I enjoyed it with my fresh cooked greens tossed in!

Indian Dahl

(the way I learned it)

EVOO (a good covering in the saucepan)

6 Large Cloves of Garlic (more if desired) diced

1/4 Onion chopped

1 Tomato chopped

1 cube of beef stock (if you have it for nutritional bang)

1 C Red Lentils soaked for 8 hrs (I’ll address this at the end)

Toss in some Chili peppers if you have them.

Season with a good helping of salt, cayenne, and turmeric!

Sautee the the garlic and onion in the EVOO. Toss in the tomato and cook a little more. Add the drained lentils and cover with water. Allow to simmer for 45 min’s – 1 hour. You can add more water or allow it to cook down so there’s not much broth. Pour over Basmati rice~ enjoy. If you can tolerate wheat then eat it up with a Chapati and your hands!!! YUMMY!

Nutritional Value: “Lentils: are one of the oldest of all cultivated crops. Extraordinarily rich in protease inhibitors, genisten, and lignans, all kinds of lentils are proven them selves capable of reversing cancerous cellular changes and helping cells repair damaged DNA.

Garlic: is queen of cancer-prevention and cancer-inhibiting foods, counters the initiation, promotion, and recurrence of many kinds of cancer. Unusually rich in anti-tumor elelments selenium and germanium, garlic also contains an abundance of antioxidants, isoflavones and allyl sulfides.

Greens: Dark leafy greens are rich in cancer-preventing carotenes, chlorophyll, antioxidants, folic acid, flavonoids, and if fresh and lightly washed Vitamin C.

Olive Oil: of good quality is an important part of any anti-cancer diet. Exceptionally rich in antioxidants, olive oil has a special ability to help cells protect themselves from free radical damage, and it’s the oil most likely to make it to your table with its antioxidants intact.

Rice: is a good source of protease inhibitors. Women who eat the most rice have the lowest rates of breast cancer. Brown rice is the staple anti-cancer food of the macrobiotic approach, and rice in many forms, is one of the most important grains in any anti-cancer diet. ”

These facts were taken from Breast Cancer? Breast Health by Susun Weed.


Enough whole wheat flour and water to make a firm ball. Allow to rest. Roll out on a floured board into a round disc. Heat up an oiled skillet and toss the dough onto the skillet. Move it around continuously until it begins to puff. A good chapti cook with have good puff! Toss it over and brown the other side.

soaking lentils with whey

Soaking grains helps to break down the Phytic Acid. It allows them to become more digestible. When I make goat cheese I save my whey and freeze it in ice cube trays. Then I just pop one in with my soaking lentils and soak them for 8 hrs. At that point it only takes a short while for them to cook.

You can search for my previous posts on how to make kefir cheese and then obtain the whey.