I love when I am cooking up something yummy for my friends and family. There is a certain satisfaction in it all. In years past, I have baked dozens of cookies to share with my husband’s co-workers. They were not just any cookie. They were one of the best cookies I’ve ever tasted and have become my go-to when a gift of food is called for. I have had people casually mention that Christmas was coming as a reminder they hoped so were the cookies.
Our family is currently living through some very disappointing circumstances. A family member has left us to find what was missing in his life, leaving us missing him. The funny thing is, in the midst of our grief, God has given us beauty. We have experienced His love in some very tangible ways. His strength has given us peace, and a knowing that He does not intend to destroy us. His goal is good, bringing spiritual growth through a stronger and more focused relationship with Him.
Bandaged and elevated, the foot of a friend rested on a chair in the row in front of her at church. I joined the group that surrounded her wanting to hear the story. Hiking plus rocks on an uneven path had taken a toll on her ankle. Ouch! No surgery needed, thank goodness. I jokingly…
Paul says nothing matters more than knowing Christ and it is worth every bit of suffering if it brings a closer relationship. He welcomed weakness because with it he welcomed more of Jesus. And that brought him great joy. It can work for you as well.
It’s cold, cold, cold at our farmhouse in Oklahoma. I don’t know about you but when the weather turns wintery, baking seems like the best cure for the chill.
A couple of years ago, I was prompted to write a poem. You need to know poetry is not really in my wheelhouse but God called and I followed. What I wrote was in response to words I had heard from someone who was struggling with identity, with circumstances, with life. Being enough seemed out of reach. I know from my own experience it’s easy to go down the road of adding other words to myself like rejected, hopeless, broken, and unlovable. Thank God for His grace and mercy. God rescues us by pulling us from the slimy pit we find ourselves in.
I have learned a few new things about cooking while watching the Netflix series Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat. One of those things was a method for cooking fluffy rice. I tried it with this Mexican rice recipe and it worked like a dream. Once the rice and liquid came to a boil, I wrapped…
Our lives are filled with many responsibilities, one of which is being there when others need help. The whole loving your neighbor is wrapped up in this idea. Galatians 6:2 tells us to “carry one another’s burdens, and in this way, you will fulfil the law of Christ.” But what happens when the path seems too long or there are events you did not anticipate that leave you wondering if you can make it?
I have been at some Thanksgiving gatherings that had almost enough pie that each person could have their very own. Pumpkin, Apple, and Coconut Cream were always on my family’s menu while growing up. There are really so many to choose from, but as of late, a new one has made its way to our table.
It has happened again. Fire has ravaged our lives. I am reposting a piece that I wrote a few years back. The truth is still true and I have found the value of having a firm place to stand and that, I am thankful for. The smell of smoke lingers in the air…