Mix well in a large bowl

1 cup glue

¾ cup water


Mix separately

½ cup water

1 ½ teaspoon Borax

5-10 drops food coloring

Pour second mixture into the first mixture stir and knead until liquid is absorbed. Store in an air tight container in the fridge.



We used this recipe in a day care that I worked in a few years ago and the kids loved it!

CAUTION: This recipe is for older children that would not eat it! not toddlers



Finding Christ this Christmas

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The following story really touched me and I want to share it with you. I think the world would be a better place if we were all a little more like Kevin. I hope that this Christmas season we will all find our Savior Jesus Christ, that we will make him our best friend like Kevin did and keep him in our hearts all year!


Kevin’s Different World

By Kelly Adkins

My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that’s what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped outside his closed door to listen.

“Are you there, God?” he said. “Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed.”

I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin’s unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.

He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he’s 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will.

He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas, and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.

I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, returning to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme are laundry days, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.

He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day’s laundry chores.

And Saturdays—oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That’s the day my dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside.

“That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go!” Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.

I don’t think Kevin knows anything exists outside his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn’t know what it means to be discontent. His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth or power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. He recognizes no differences in people, treating each person as an equal and a friend. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.

His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others.

His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of arguing. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere.

And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child.

Kevin seems to know God—to really be friends with him—in a way that is difficult for an “educated” person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.

In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions. It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap—I am.

My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances—they all become disabilities when I do not submit them to Christ. Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of the Lord.

And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I’ll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.

Kevin won’t be surprised at all.






2 cups sugar

2 sticks butter melted (no substitutes)

1 teaspoon vanilla

½ teaspoon salt

4 eggs

½ cup cocoa

1 ½ cups flour

1 (10 ounce) bag of Mini Marshmallows

Mix together the first five ingredients then stir in the cocoa and flour. Bake in a greased 9×13 inch pan at 325 for about 35 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle the marshmallows evenly over the top of the brownies and return to the oven just long enough for the marshmallows to get soft and slightly brown on top. Cool



¼ cup butter softened (no substitutes)

1 (4 ounce) cream cheese softened

3-4 tablespoons liquid whipping cream

¼ cup cocoa powder

1 tablespoon water

4 cups powdered sugar (approximately)

Beat butter, whipping cream, water and cream cheese in a bowl on medium speed until fluffy. Gradually beat in cocoa and powdered sugar until smooth. Spread on top of the marshmallow layer after it has cooled.


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All the recent tragedies from hurricanes, earth quakes, fires and the shooting in Las Vegas have left people wondering where God is in all this. I believe he is right there in the middle of it all, inspiring everyone to help each other. It is in times like these that we are Gods hands here on earth. He is in the nurse going from victim to victim doing all she can to find and help survivors. He is in the people tearing up their cloths for bandages and tourniquets to stop the bleeding of the wounded. He is in all those digging through rubble to find the survivors. He is in those doing all they can to help people find their loved ones. He is in the person whose arms are around someone that just learned their loved one did not make it. He is in every act of kindness, good deed and charity shown towards others.

In the movie Evan Almighty, Evan wants to change the world. To accomplish this, he gets himself elected as a congressional representative. On his families first night in their new home his wife tells him as they are going to bed that their boys wanted to pray, something the movie leads you to believe they have not done before. His wife told him she prayed for the family to become closer. She then suggests that he should pray as well since he had just promised to change the world when he was elected to office. She let him know that someone in his shoes should take all the help they could get! So, he kneels and prays for God to help him change the world.

In the movie God answers both their prayers bringing their family closer while using Evan to build an ark that saves lives, exposes illegal congressional activity and changes things for the better. I love this clip from the movie when Morgan Freeman who plays God explains that the beauty in the story of Noah and the Ark is that Noah and his family were there for each other side by side helping each other. He explains that even the animals came two by two. God gives us opportunities to serve, his plan is for us to help each other in difficult times so we can grow, become better, stronger and more loving people.

At the end of the movie God explains to Evan how you change the world for the better. One Act of Random Kindness at a time (ARK for short). I believe that God uses all of us to help change the world for the better through our life experiences if we will let him. I hope that this message will truly have an impact for good in the world and bring peace to your heart and soul in these troubled times.

I will follow the upward road today; I will keep my face to the light. I will think high thoughts as I go my way; I will do what I know is right. I will look for the flowers by the side of the road; I will laugh and love and be strong. I will try to lighten another’s load this day as I fare along. — Mary S.Edgar

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1 ham bone with a little meat left on it

6 (15.5 ounce) cans white beans

8 cups water

½ teaspoon garlic powder

1 large onion (chopped)

1 tablespoon lemon juice

1 tablespoon honey

½ cup celery leaves (freshly chopped)

Salt and pepper to taste

2 ½ cups carrots (peeled and sliced)

Place all ingredients in a crock pot and cook on low about 9-10 hours. Remove the ham bone and take all the meat off it and cut the meat into bite size pieces. Put the meat back into the soup long enough for it to heat back up and discard the bone. Serve.

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Lessons Learned

The children have gone back to school and as parents we always hope they’ll get a teacher that will be perfect for them. One who will understand how to meet their individual needs, challenge them to stretch and grow without overwhelming them. We hope and pray for our children to bloom and grow to their full potential to ensure their success in life!

I believe we as parents don’t realize how much we can learn from our children. Looking back over my life, I can see just how much my children have taught me!

I found this story that shows how children learn by watching their parents and how parents can also learn by watching their children.


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A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.  But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about father,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.”  So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!  When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?”  Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his day, he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

Moral: You reap what you sow. Regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. Always Respect, care for and Love them.   BY   R Winner

I think we all need to take a step back and reevaluate our lives every so often to make sure that we are still headed in the right direction. The pure innocence and loving nature of a small child is usually a good measuring stick.