Foraging

We had a fun afternoon this week. My husband went out to mow and came back with a handful of Morel mushrooms. What a great find! We both headed to do a bit more foraging and discovered quite a few more. It was fun. It brought back memories of hunting for them with my dad…

Iced Lemon Cookies

One afternoon last week when my grandkids were visiting, we all got a craving for something sweet. I decided to try a cake mix cookie recipe with the help of seven-year-old Josiah. The Iced Lemon Cookies we produced turned out to be super easy as well as delicious. I did a little bit more research…

Tomato Basil Soup

This time of year it seems the weather cannot make up its mind. It teases with warm days only to dash our hopes with cold wind and rain the next day. Today, is a soup kind of day so you know that its chilly and wet outside my door. Here is a very simple soup…

Adventuring On

January brought some exciting adventures to the Schell household. We have journeyed to places we have never been, doing things we have never done. It has been a wonderful experience. Our year started off with the purchase of a second home in Oklahoma. It was one of those things we knew was right even when…

Something to Ponder: Are You Following?

Picking up you cross? What?! Simply put, have you let go of choosing your own way and embraced God’s?  And calling the crowd to him with his disciples, he said to them, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever would save his…

Tiny Beginnings

“The kingdom of heaven is like leaven that a woman took and hid in three measures of flour, till it was all leavened.” Matthew 13:33 My kitchen has the lovely smell of bread rising. Flour mixed with yeast gives off the beautiful aroma of the anticipation of something wonderful to come. I can remember my…

Are You All In? Trusting God Completely

It was a long night spent sitting in cramped quarters. What was I thinking? About half way in, I began to think my traveling days were over. I reached my limit of “discomfort by choice.” And then there was a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. The Hours to Arrival ticked down…