a bit of history · in my kitchen

warning: valentine’s day is approaching…

For all you lovers out there, who are bakers, (or even if you aren’t a baker) and need to do something for the valentine in your life, I’ve got just the thing for you! Recently, in order to celebrate valentine’s day properly, I made these really wonderful cookies.  A chocolate and vanilla sandwich cookie; super simple and super yummy for your special someone.

The recipe I used called them homemade oreos.  I will not call them that because I just, well, I just can’t.  An oreo is an oreo- and there is nothing else like it.  But, these cookies are a little chocolatey piece of loveliness for the tastebuds – and I will make them again.  and again. and not just for my little valentines…

These cookies are chewy, the filling is creamy and together they are a match made in heaven.  Just like you and your valentine.

Here’s the recipe:

chocolate sandwich cookies

cookie dough ingredients:

1 package of devil’s food cake mix

2 eggs

1/2 cup oil or shortening

filling ingredients:

1/4 cup butter at room temp.

1/4 cup shortening

2 tsp vanilla

2-3 cups powdered sugar.

instructions:

heat oven to 350.  mix cookie dough ingredients, then roll into small balls -( I used a teaspoon cookie scoop.) place on baking sheet and then flatten. (I used the bottom of a glass)  then bake for 8 minutes.  remove from baking sheet and cool.

then cream butter and shortening, add vanilla and then powdered sugar to desired consistency.

take a moment to match up the cookies so that you have the sandwich ready- then, frost the bottom side of one cookie and top with its match.

Enjoy them, friends!  Be prepared, you won’t want just one.  😛

(the recipe was adapted from the Mommy’s Kitchen blog)

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misery…

Misery. She loves company, you know.  Sometimes I’m a sucker when she’s around.

Today I got a phone call about a sweet friend.  I’ve mentioned the situation before.  She has physical and psychological conditions that baffle doctors.  Her life is full of pain and illness: she’s required to take a bitter pill of reality that would be difficult for anyone to swallow.  And whenever I get a call – about the latest diagnoses or complication, I have to make a choice.

And there is misery, standing in the corner.   She calls my name, coaxing me, tempting me to drown in sorrow for my friend.  

Often, if a friend or loved one is going through a rough time, I’ll dive into a deep pool of empathy and try to submerge myself in their pain.  Doesn’t everyone need a friend who comes along side in the difficult moments, the trying times, mid the stress to walk the road together?  I need that person.  I want to be that faithful companion.  But, today when I hung up the phone after the devastating call, for the first time, I seemed to be able to respond differently.

Misery disables her companions and offers the prospect of being swallowed whole by her.

It was as if the Holy Spirit himself wanted to keep my heart centered on Him. He reminded me of a very important truth. While my friend is in pain with unimaginable suffering and she is unable to live a “happy” or “normal” life, I can still walk by her side with joy.  Joy, not because of her circumstances, but joy because I know the one who is in control of her circumstances.

Jesus offers hope, with the promise of life when we are consumed by Him.

Honestly, at first I struggled to believe His plan was right.  But, I find comfort knowing I have a direct line of communication with The One who knows this trial inside and out, from beginning to end.  He understands how her life will be redeemed and bring glory to Himself.  I don’t have answers, only faith that He is the one whispering in my ear, offering hope instead of misery.  peace instead of angst. His will is for me to step away from the shadow of misery’s company, and move into the light of His love. And He can stir up good in my heart, that will help me to be faithful, with His grace on this journey with my friend.

In the middle of the darkest hour, I can be sure of the hope He gives.  I can’t think of better verses to help shake off misery and her bad company:

from Hebrews 10:

19 Therefore, brethren, having boldness to enter the Holiest by the blood of Jesus, 20 by a new and living way which He consecrated for us, through the veil, that is, His flesh, 21 and having a High Priest over the house of God, 22 let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. 23 Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised isfaithful. 24 And let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works, 25 not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhorting one another, and so much the more as you see the Day approaching.

Heavenly Father,  Help me to believe the gospel with a faith that is unswerving.  I know You are faithful to your promises.  Let me be the friend who comes along side, not with an unsteady empathy, but with your steadfast lovingkindness.  Give me the strength and wisdom to abide in the company of your Words, rather than in the shadows.  amen and amen.

a bit of history · friends and loved ones

that certain someone

One of my favorite photos of Dad with my three kiddos on Christmas Eve.

I have a distinct memory from my childhood.  Its as clear in my mind as if it happened just last weekend.  I was probably 9 or 10, sitting in a church service in the pew next to my sister while my parents ministered on the platform.  That was not unusual for us, by any means.  Our family traveled many weekends, all over southern Ontario, singing at churches and dad would preach.  But its one of the songs from our ministry that has been playing like a broken record in my head.  over and over and over again.

It was my dad’s solo, that he often sang.  “Someone is Praying for You.” The words go something like this:

Have the clouds round you gathered in the midst of the storm
Is your ship tossed and battered are you wearied and worn
Don’t lose hope someone’s praying for you this very day
And peace be still is already on the waves

Someone is praying for you, someone is praying for you.
So when it seems you’re all alone, and your heart will break in two.
Remember someone is praying for you

Well, I remember whenever I heard this song, I’d gather up a list in my mind of just exactly who those certain “someones” might be…  All of my grandparents were godly folks,  they were on there.  My GG, she was definitely at the top.  It was a fairly short list.  But beyond that, I’ve never really made sense of the song.  I mean, really – how could I be sure if someone was praying when I needed it?  Emotionally the idea felt good for my heart as that young ten year old girl.  But, it didn’t seem reasonable in practice.

In an effort to be completely transparent, I’ll tell you that sometimes it still doesn’t seem that practical or realistic to me.

This week the song has gone round and round in my head.  I could hear my dad’s voice singing those words clear as a bell.  Was I supposed to be the one praying?  Who was I supposed to pray for?  What did they need?  I had no earthly idea.  And then this morning, on my way to church, it came to mind again and I knew.  I knew I needed to pray for my dad, so I did.  I didn’t even know what I was praying for.  But my Heavenly Father did.

I found out later this evening that my dad, after being ill for more than 24 hours, spent the afternoon in the Emergency Room.  I had no idea.  But clearly, the words of the song came to pass.  Its so interesting to me how the Holy Spirit moved on my dad’s behalf, just as he has promised in Scripture.

There is no doubt that we are to be a praying people, at all times, without ceasing.  That is the command.

pray without ceasing (1 Thessalonians 5:17)

And when I proceed the way He intended, living a life filled with prayer, He hears and answers.

Now this is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. (1Jn 5:14)

And when we don’t know what to pray for, or how to pray, we have the promise of an intercessor:

Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. (Romans 8:26)

Turns out that certain “someone” is supposed to be me… And the even better news is, that in my humanity, if I’m completely unaware to His prompting, or if I’m unsure of what to pray for, there is a much better “someone” on every believer’s list of “who’s praying.”  It is the Holy Spirit himself, intervening on my behalf, communicating with the Heavenly Father when I  have no earthly idea what to say.  I’m especially thankful this was true today and I was able to be that ” certain someone” for my dad.

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By the way, I believe dad is home resting and on the road to recovery after a rough bout with a nasty virus.  I’m sure he would be comforted to know you were his “someone” today…

it's a runner's world...

courage to 5 K

I’m about to admit something to you that I’m not proud of. not at all.  Yesterday I stayed on the couch.  Yes.  I stayed on the couch instead of going for a run.  I’m not happy about it…  Last night I mulled life over.  I tried to write 3 other blog posts – all of which my fingers refused to type.  All I could think about was my missed opportunity.  I didn’t go for the run and I couldn’t get over it.

Growing up running never was my thing.  I wasn’t good at exercise and I certainly didn’t enjoy it.  Sometimes those emotions from all those years ago take over and I’m immobilized.  on the couch. staring at pinterest or watching the news. ugh.  That’s exactly how it all went down yesterday afternoon.  no run.  just stuck.

It wasn’t because of the weather – it was beautiful outside.  It wasn’t because Mackenzie was napping- she was up, even asking to go to the park.  It wasn’t because Michael was about to get home- he worked late.  Nope. I had no excuses.

I was afraid.

In a moment of insanity a few weeks ago, I committed to running a 5K at the end of March. Currently, in an attempt to follow through on that commitment, I’ve been running and walking through a program called “C25K” or  Couch to 5K.  Yesterday was supposed to be a big day, but the couch got the better part of me.  Week 5 day 3.

On Week 5 day 3 I am scheduled to warmup for 5 minutes and then run for 9 minutes straight.  Outdoors.  feet pounding pavement. cool air burning my lungs.  legs muscles throbbing.  for 9 minutes.  and there is a walk for 2 minutes, followed by 5 more minutes of running, one minute of walking and 2 minutes of running – then the 5 minutes of cool down.  That’s the plan for week 5 day 3.

(Now I should explain this:  in my heart of hearts I know that I am young and healthy.  There is no reason that I can’t run.  None.  other than my own fear – and maybe a slight ache in my left knee.  It was completely reasonable for me to make this commitment.)

But, there was this fear brewing in the pit of my stomach.  And finally, after a full day of denial and trying to ignore it, I had to talk to someone about it.  Of course, He was there – He knew I’d need to chat.  “What if I can’t?  What if it’s impossible? What if I fail?  and what will people think of me if I have to walk?  or worse, what if I see someone I know?”  All of my fears tumbled out right then and there.

Gently He reminded me, “My strength is made perfect in your weakness.”  and “You can do ALL things in my strength” and “Be of good courage, because I am with you.” and mostly, “I love you, no matter what.”  He knew exactly what I needed to hear.

I’ve renamed my running program this morning – C25K is no longer couch to 5 K – it is Courage to 5K.  He’s given me the courage to keep going and I know that in Him, I can do it!  No more couch time.  Instead, just enough strength to put those shoes on and go!

Thank you Heavenly Father for giving me the courage I need.  I don’t know why I find your love so surprising, but it fills me with the power and energy that I need!  Help me step up to the challenge in your supernatural strength today!  amen

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model magic

(a photo of my sweet boy, Isaac – just because he’s so cute!)

I bought model magic for the kids today. We spent the morning out doors in the scorching heat and needed an indoor afternoon activity. It seemed like a reasonable purchase at the time. We got a small package with just six colors.

My son was beside himself he was so excited to play with it; he opened it as soon as we got home. Shortly thereafter I received a call and stepped into the next room for a moment. When I came back, my son had already taken a big chunk of his three colors and rolled them into a large wad.

If you’ve ever used model magic you know that there is nothing to be done once its combined like that. He begged, he pleaded, for me to make a beach ball like what was on the back of the package, but it was too late. There was no alternate plan that would allow me to make the wildly sought beach ball for him. Later we were able to form his big ball into a microphone and sing into it. We formed it into several things we could really play with and have fun.

Over the course of the afternoon I’ve given it a lot of consideration. My life is just like this model magic. So many times, in my hurry, I’ve taken the clay of my life and molded it into sheer craziness. Then in the tragedy that I’ve made with my own hands, I rush to the Heavenly Father and beg him to fix it.  How often I expect him to repair my mistakes.  This realization caused me to spend time reviewing my own history and praying about it all…

After my time with Him dfI realized, the mishaps that I create are not beyond his ability for revitalization. In fact, He assured me that He already knew – every time I’ve made a mess- it was no surprise to Him. His plan for me acknowledges and enfolds every part of my history and future.

from Isaiah:

This is what the LORD says— your Redeemer, who formed you in the womb: I am the LORD, who has made all things, who alone stretched out the heavens, who spread out the earth by myself,

from jeremiah:

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart;

My life is not an unusable blob of mashed colors. No – he has promised to mold me and form me into exactly the creature that He has planned. Thank you Heavenly Father for knowing me, creating me and loving me in spite of my messes. and for redeeming my life into something you choose to use. I’m amazed.

If you’ll excuse me now, its my turn to sing into the microphone…

Phil. 1:6

being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

md

(written originally on June 25, 2010)

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the chair

It wasn’t long ago that I purchased a white set of table and chairs from IKEA.  They are just the right size for my littlest, Mackenzie.  My intention was that she would use them during our school time – to sit and look at books, or color.  That was my plan anyway.

But, you have to know my feisty little toddler.  In her mind the table and in particular the two chairs have many, many alternate uses.  If she’s anything, my little Mackenzie is bold and creative.  A take charge baby girl who knows what she wants.

Recently, on a cold afternoon, I was sitting in the living room, reading.  Mackenzie was pushing one of her white chairs across the room.  She had a lot to tell me that day, and so, repeatedly she would push the chair right up to my chair and crawl up to a standing, tippy-toe position to step into my lap.

Typically I’m not overly cautious when it comes to these maneuvers.  But honestly, on the third or fourth time of this rigamarole I said, “Mackenzie, really, you don’t have to use the chair.  I’ll pick you up – you can sit on my lap!” And I meant it.  She didn’t need the chair to get close to me.  But, she insisted.  “No mommy!  I must use my chair to stand next to you!”  and that’s exactly what she said, I promise.  over and over. every time.

I couldn’t get her to understand:  she didn’t need that chair.

That afternoon of shenanigans with my baby girl, has made me think.  How often do I use something, just like she used that chair, hoping to get close to my Heavenly Father?  And the more I’ve thought that question through, the more uncomfortable I’ve become. I have a lot of different “chairs” I’m using, up on tip toes, trying to get up close and personal with my Heavenly Father.  Thing like : church attendance, good behavior, false humility, oh heavens this list is long and embarrassing, I can’t bear to reveal them all…

But.  Here is the truth.  I don’t need any of those things.  No matter how often I push up close to Him to get His attention, clutching those things, insisting on them, He is saying, “No, no sweet girl.  You don’t need those.  Come close to me and I’ll pick you up and hold you – everything else is unnecessary.  I promise.  Don’t you know, I just want you?”

And I suppose I don’t.  I mean, I do in my head.  But, I forget in my heart.  He loves me.  It is unconditional.  His grace is unaffordable in the economy of my life, if I were paying with my own actions.  But time and time again He pulls me close to Himself when I’ve done nothing to deserve it.  How amazing.  How wonderful.

Since my memory is so terrible, I read these verses a lot, hoping it will settle permanently into the very depths of my heart…  I am so thankful for these words that Paul wrote in his letter to Ephesus:

Ephesians 2:

But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us,even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), and raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, that in the ages to come He might show the exceeding riches of His grace in His kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.

Heavenly Father, How I need these reminders, these words of promise.  I have hope for each day because of your love and grace.  May I live with your grace at the heart of my words and deeds.  amen.

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the lyrics to a song by Sara Groves, are so true and real to me today…

Something Changed.

Something changed inside me broke wide open all spilled out
Till I had no doubt that something changed

Never would have believed it till I felt it in my own heart
In the deepest part the healing came

Something so amazing in a heart so dark and dim
When a wall falls down and the light comes in

And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can’t afford it
But it’s mine

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the business of baking comfort…

Today, because I’m feeling really generous, even benevolent, I am publishing this recipe.  You need to know that the cookies this recipe makes are wonderful, but seriously addicting…

Consider yourself warned.

Here it is:

Great Grandma Gingrich’s Oatmeal Cookies.

Ingredients:
1 egg (beaten)
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup margarine (I use butter)
1/2 cup crisco
1 1/2 cup oatmeal
1 1/2 cup flour
1/2 tsp soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 c shredded coconut (optional)
chocolate chips or raisins (to your taste)

Directions:
cream sugars and butter/crisco together.
add egg and vanilla – mix well
Add all dry ingredients – stir until well combined
Drop by the tablespoon on an ungreased cookie sheet.
Bake @ 350 F – around 9-11 minutes

For honesty’s sake I have to say that I don’t know of my grandmother ever using anything other than dates and raisins.  But, I on the other hand have included in my dough combinations such as craisins and white chocolate chunks or  peanut butter chips and dark chocolate or heath bits with milk chocolate chips.  and chopped pecans are always a lovely addition.  Just do whatever floats your boat.

So – go bake up a batch – for your Super Bowl Party or your valentine…  you know you want to!

a bit of history · friends and loved ones · in my kitchen

the comfort of chocolate chip oatmeal cookies

Last evening we spent time with one of Michael’s cousins, Ross. He is actually Michael’s dad’s cousin.  That means Ross is my first cousin, twice removed, in-law.  I hope I’ve sufficiently confused you with all of this information.  At any rate, it was remarkable to meet this man.

Hearing him and Johnny (Johnny is my father-in-law) relive some of their history was very intriguing; it was like peeking through the windows into the soul of this wonderful family that I’m a part of now. Towards the end of our time together, I shared a bit about my history with Ross – and about how most of my family is far away and how I try to visit when I can.  And he looked at me and pointed, gently, as any only a good southern gentleman can do and said, “Go.  Go as often as you can. It will mean so much later.”

And I took his advice to heart. Later, I reviewed my day, I thought about all of its details; my train of thought went sort of like this:  school work, cleaning and laundry, piano lessons,  workout and baking cookies for a friend…stop.  Everyone knows I love to bake.  Sometimes I find a great recipe online, other times I come across something in a magazine or cookbook, once in a while a friend gives me a recipe.  But yesterday – yesterday I used a recipe for oatmeal cookies from my grandmother’s kitchen.

After all of the chatter with Michael’s family and the disappointment of not seeing mine any time soon, this thought began to shine warmly and tenderly, like the glow of a night-light in my heart:  When I was baking those cookies, it was like spending time with my grandmother.   I thought about her and my grandpa and our times together more than I had to pay attention to the ingredients or instructions, I know the recipe so well.  And though my friend came and took the sweets to an event, and I did not taste even one, the time spent was good for my heart.  There was comfort in making those cookies.

I’ve come to realize I can follow Ross’ advice in some ways without hopping on the next plane.  I can spend time with them, in my memories right here at home.  And I can keep doing things right here in my kitchen that will keep my thoughts of my loved ones real and fresh.

I apologize that there isn’t a particular Scripture for these thoughts.  I thought that one might come to me…I believe it is His Will that I value the things that are truly important- time with loved ones, laughter with friends- this is what makes life sweet.   Hopefully I can appreciate these things more in 2012. If I have to bake a few cookies to do it better this year than last, I guess that’s just the way it will have to be.  I wouldn’t want to let Ross down.

Thank you Heavenly Father that you are the giver of all good things.  Every perfect gift comes from you.  I treasure the family you have given me, near and far.  May I never take for granted the beautiful gift of family.  amen.

From James 1:17: Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.

friends and loved ones · in my kitchen

an uncommon, but terribly ordinary list…

It was just a few days ago that I sat, here at my house – with nothing and everything to do all at once.  Sick babies can make a Mama feel that way.  Its in those moments of slowly hurried time that I typically collect up my burdens.  I try to sort them all out but, in the end it is my Savior who picks them up and I’m left with what I can only describe as His goodness in my life.

So, in an atypical turn of blogging events (for me anyway), I’m going to make a list.  I really only do this once in a blue moon, I promise.  This is a list of plain old, usual, every day  stuff ; things that are His goodness in my life.  And they most likely mean absolutely nothing to anyone else.  In fact – others might not even find them that good…  But, He is good – and He has taken this life and made even the smallest tidbits His grace to me.  How can I do anything but rehearse it all and thank Him with this full heart.

1. for my blue flowered apron which makes me smile and protects me from certain disaster.

2. for a newly organized tupperware cabinet that no longer overflows onto the floor the minute I touch the door.

3. for a kind and thoughtful husband who is a hard worker, and organized the cabinet mentioned above.

4. for my sick baby who reminded me (again) of God’s healing power.

5. for bappies and blankies and children’s tylenol and other earthly comforts that assist us on the physical road to recovery.

6. for peanut butter cake. (with chocolate chips)

7. for a fun  U.S. map that brought a “new love” to the surface for my sweet boy.

8. for quiet time.

9. for patience, and all the ways He’s making me practice it these days…  with my children, the plans for our future, for His timing and guidance… its actually a really long list.

10. for the newly purged spaces in our home- our house is lighter, my mind is free and I can walk in the toy room again.  hallelujah.

11. for creamy roasted red pepper hummus on whole wheat crackers.

12. for my precious children who love and forgive and love again…often they are Christ to me – and I am blessed.

13. for red grapefruit. it is the love of my weight watchers heart – and has the power to quench most other desires… except peanut butter cake…

14. And most of all – this Scripture – which is on my refrigerator – where I can be reminded daily:

Psalm 68 : 19  Blessed be the Lord who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.

amen.

to my friends:  I would love to hear some of the ways you are blessed- the ways you notice His goodness in your life – Feel free to comment here and share!

amen.

Me and my snazzy blue flowered apron, a gift given to me by my understanding and loving hubby.  (I am not a tidy cook, after all – but he promises that he didn’t marry me for my immaculate kitchen skills, so its okay.)

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even the bappie won’t do…

It was nap time.  She was supposed to be asleep.  But, it was day three of illness ; everything was undone and out of order.  From behind her door I heard whimpering.  I went in and found her laying under her covers, with big wide eyes, full of tears…  her little fever-blistered lips were whispering, “Mommy I want you.”

That was my cue.

I scooped her up and cradled her in my arms, rocking her.  She held her bappie (otherwise known to the rest of the world as a pacifier) in her little fingers that were covered in sores,  her blanky nearby.  But, all she said was, “Mommy, I want you.”  She was in the kind of pain that her bappie and blanky could not comfort – and friends, that is rare.  We sat there on the bed for a while, and I held her gently in the quiet, stroking her soft golden hair.

There are times when even the bappie won’t do.

Often she says she needs me, but its only because she wants something- like goldfish or a different book or toy.  And there are times like this one, where she wants me.  She knows that she’s desperate for the comfort that only mommy gives.

I can honestly tell you that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.  In moments of dissatisfaction or impatience I call out to my Heavenly Father, “Give me what I want!”  or “Help me out here!”  And, even in my selfishness, He is faithful to give strength and assistance – not always exactly what I want, but He is a merciful Father who has never abandoned me.

But  I think that sometimes He moves in especially close during the difficult, all-encompassing, heart-breaking  trials so that He’s ready; ready for when I come to the realization that I’m desperate for Him. And when that happens, when I call for Him, “I need you, Daddy,”  He is there to hold me close in His arms.

I suppose what He really desires is that I’ll set aside everything else.  That is so hard.  I am super good at reading books, listening to helpful webcasts, searching online – and those things are helpful.  But in all honesty, those articles and paragraphs of information and websites are meaningless in comparison to my Heavenly Father’s comfort and care.

and these are His thoughts, words He ordained:

Deuteronomy 33:27

27 The eternal God is your refuge,
And underneath are the everlasting arms;

Psalm 94:18-19

18 If I say, “My foot slips,”
Your mercy, O LORD, will hold me up.
19 In the multitude of my anxieties within me,
Your comforts delight my soul.

He’s just waiting for me to remember : all that other stuff just won’t do…