So, here is my good news for today. . .
My husband just brought me 22 roses to celebrate 22 years of marriage today! (And my children each brought me a rose as well!)
May 1, 2020 I am enjoying some Water Cake this morning with my tea. Have you ever tried that? It’s an unusual recipe because it doesn’t require any ingredients from the frig like milk, butter or eggs. It’s made with water and ingredients from the pantry, including oil, flour and sugar. It’s a good recipe to have during times like a pandemic or a blackout, when you can’t always get everything you want at the grocery store or keep everything you want in the refrigerator. As I was making it this week, I was thinking about another woman who didn’t have butter, milk or eggs to cook with either. Her story is in the Bible, in 1st Kings 17. She lived at the same time as God’s prophet Elijah, and there was a drought where they were. From the beginning of this drought, God had led Elijah to a place alongside a brook, where he had good, fresh water to drink. God sent birds to him twice a day, carrying meat and bread for him to eat! Can you imagine what that delivery service might have been ...
I was so blessed to get to share a different version of this story in Guideposts magazine this summer! So grateful for that opportunity. Here is the original. His Spirit Over the Waters “Are you sure?” My husband Tom asked. “Yep,” I answered confidently. “I’ll go.” Excitement and determination bubbled up to push my usual fear out of the way. Despite all that had happened, God’s gentle peace had settled in my heart. I wrestled into a wetsuit. It had been a long year for all of us. In fact, for me, it had been five long years of loss after loss. I lost my job in the pandemic and faced the deaths of some of my closest loved ones, due to a variety of causes. Like waves hitting the beach one after another, I felt pounded, smacked to the ground, and knocked a bit off course. Then, unexpectedly, I lost my beautiful sister-in-law of nearly thirty years to covid. Michelle and I had talked often about being old together some day, caring for our parents-in-law and watching our kids grow...
May 31, 2022 Looking ahead while looking back, the Sweet and the Sour I am pitting and freezing a few pounds of cherries today, finding a peaceful rhythm as I halve them with a little paring knife and slide out the pits with my thumb. It is a task filled with memories for me. The memory of blue skies and cheery cherry summers. The memory of my mother showing me how to use the knife. The memories of baking clafoutis with my sister. I pop a cherry half into my mouth. “Do not muzzle the ox,” my grandma would quote, “while he’s treading out the grain.” This principle I learned from her as a child (given three times in the Bible) reminds me I am worthy of my wages. Today, the wages include a cherry or two. Instantly, the taste transports me back to my grandfather’s orchard and stuffed plastic bags of fruit sitting on the kitchen table. I remember eating Rainiers the most, not the deep red cherries pictured in storybooks. Rainiers are a hybrid from the 1950s, a surprising blend of two re...
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