Girls, I have kept these holiday recipes secret for decades,
but they are just too good not to share.
These recipes for easy pumpkin pie and super simple fudge
are easy to make and taste like they took hours.
When I say the candied nuts are addictive, I’m not joking!
From my kitchen to yours,
just in time for Christmas dinners, parties and last minute gifts,
Best Ever Pumpkin Pie
There are many languages in the world.
English, Cantonese, and Arabic to name just a few.
Also, there is the language of Love,
the language of Patience,
and the language of Thankfulness.
This weekend I am thinking of things
I am specifically thankful for.
What’s on your list?
I have the usual stuff …
But also electric lights and curling irons,
hot and cold running water on demand,
appliances that ease and expedite my life.
For moms and dads and cars that start.
For air conditioning and forced air heat.
I’m thankful that I live in America.
I can vote,
continue my education,
and go to stores or movies
without much fear of being
sold into slavery.
There is another language we must practice.
Do you harvest or can or preserve food?
I’m up to my eyeballs in apples this week.
I’ve spent hours and hours
peeling, coring, slicing, saucing, & freezing …
ready to go!
As I’m sure I’ve told you,
I’m practically famous
(at Mr. 4-Ever’s deer camp)
for my delicious apple desserts.
So, by popular demand,
I’m sharing my best applesauce and apple pie recipes.
You can learn how to pray persistently from children.
If you have kids,
or have spent any time with kids
you know they ask for stuff and they ask a lot!
Their persistence yields many yeses.
I’ve got two kids but one was much more persistent than the other.
He’d ask.”Can I have it?”
(whatever “it” was he couldn’t live without)
“No,” I’d tell him.
He’d wait about a minute and ask,
“Can I have it now?”
“No!” I’d answer.
He’d wait about ten minutes and ask again,
“How ’bout now? Can I have it now?”
He’d keep this up for days or even weeks
if it was something he really wanted.
Honestly, he got a lot more stuff than his brother did,
because he was so pleasantly persistent.
Today, that kid is a mighty pray-er.
He goes after prayers like he used to go after
a new toy
or driver’s license
or raise in his allowance.
Have you ever been desperate to hear God’s voice?
Has daily life ever felt so demanding you weren’t sure what to do next? Has your phone rung in the middle of the night with unexpected news about a loved one? Has the diagnosis from the doctor brought a sense of fear or unrest? Have you wanted an answer from God, but didn’t know where to turn?
I’ve been there. When my son was arrested for a serious crime after I’d tried to be the best mother I could be, I felt alone. Angry. Hurt. Fearful. Disappointed in God. Those feelings intensified following his conviction and sentencing.
Here’s what I began to learn. I needed to give myself time to grieve my losses. Maybe you’ve been there, too. I discovered it’s okay with God to cry out my pain and hurt. Our tears matter to Him.
When you get derailed,
how to you get back on track?
It can happen so easily.
I can be cruising along, then one little thing distracts or disorients me
and I’m out of whack.
Does that happen to you?
When you need
how do you get back on track?
Take exercising for example.
I don’t love it, but I know I need to do it.
I’ve taken up walking largely because most of my friends
want to move instead of sit
sipping coffee and munching on an exquisite pastry.
It’s very disappointing.
But I digress.
Walking as a serious form of exercise.
This is not strolling.
This is not wandering and wondering.
This is not taking time to smell the roses.
This means special shoes with squishy insoles
and a new bra.
Praying with expectation can be risky,
but praying without expectation is a waste of breath.
Let’s take a lesson on praying with expectation
from The Circle Maker.
It was the first century BC and
a devastating drought threatened
to destroy the generation before Jesus.
Everyone wants to see a miracle, but
no one wants to need one.
Am I right?
August 27, 2017 fell on a Sunday.
It was a beautiful day,
perfect for flying.
Clear skies, gentle breeze, ambient temps.
Exactly like Sunday, August 27, 2000
when my husband Craig and his airplane