Sunday 10 August 2014

Dealing with Iraq

Prince Charming is preaching tomorrow morning. I know. He's a busy boy. He is looking at Daniel, and at believers in the face of the fiery furnace. We've been gathering email addresses all day in an attempt to do something in the face of Iraq's furnace. There's a great article here.
I would like to think I could stand firm in my beliefs faced with danger to myself. But if someone came for the boys? PC's going with slips of email addresses for those who would like them, rather than impossible rhetorical questions.
Tonight I made Brownies from my latest Annabel Karmel book. There's a woman who has my culinary level. They are particularly fine with the caramel sauce. The boys loved them. I loved them too, and the Brownies.

5 comments:

El Perro Blanco said...

Your Brownies look amazing. I'm amazed PC has the energy to keep going. But then with these Brownies to sustain him...

Lisa Richards said...

Thanks for all the links and info about the situation in Iraq. I had heard some things about Canon White from an Anglican friend of mine, but hadn't gotten a clear picture. I signed the White House petition, shared a link on Facebook and talked to my son about it on the phone a few minutes ago. He's going to find out more also. We don't watch much news, so we're out of the loop sometimes. Thanks for informing us! :) The brownies look superb!

Angela said...

Remembering your best beloved [and mine] as they preach this morning.

The brownies look delicious. Tell me more about caramel sauce [home made or jar?]

Sunday blessings xx

Pam said...

Lovely to see you back and yes, blogging is special even if it's just about the mundane. And socks.

M.K. said...

I've been so troubled also by the horrors in Iraq, and then suddenly a few days ago, all the news seemed to stop -- not really sure why. I'm wondering if things are better? Or did the media just tire of it? Praying with you. Your boys are so blessed to have you as their mommy.

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