I was fifteen and I was yard-saling!  There on the table was a huge cast iron “corn bread pan” and I bought it for my Momma.  No one can make corn bread like Mom, it’s perfect.  This southern bread comes to the table piping hot with perfectly crisp edges, only achieved in an iron skillet.

But cornbread was just Mom’s staple, nothing special, we had it all the time.  It was nothing special that is, until I moved away.  Even Mom’s Vegetable Soup went up in my estimation, above any restaurant fare, when I never had it anymore.  It’s easy to take things for granted, to forget how things are done, to just let things change.

What does homemade mean?  The definition simply states: “Something made at home, not made somewhere else as in a factory or store”.  Yet upon my Google search “Homemade” pulled up a site that will send you “Homemade” food to your door, except it’s not.  It’s not at all. . .

Yesterday, I spent 2 hours making a huge pot pie (pictured above) and I put it in the cast iron that has been passed back to me from my Momma.  Cutting up chunks of meat and coating them with flour, I fried them for just long enough to get the taste of a good “brown” on them.  With the drippings I made an old-fashioned gravy that I seasoned with thyme, salt and pepper.  Next I chopped vegetables that my husband grew in our garden I boiled them until soft and layered it all in a crust I made from scratch.  As I bustled happily about I was humbled with the knowledge that this work, THIS life is a privilege.  I realized, not for the first time, that what I am doing is a great joy to my heart, it is the light load of Christ.  (Matthew 11:30)  Later, when I served my work of art and received compliments on it’s taste I smiled happily.  I thought it was amazing myself, the crust was perfection and the steak inside tender.

I’ve learned a lot about cooking, “helping Mom” at home.  I was learning lessons that I didn’t know I knew until later.  Now, after 18 years of being a wife and a mom myself, I realize the value of calling in my helpers, so that they can learn too.  My heart is deeper now,  I look at things with a gratitude past the pride of cooking well.  Sometimes, it’s a simple sandwich made for the littlest one who hasn’t quite learned how.  It’s taking a time, even a moment, to say – you matter to me.   I am thankful for the blessing of being cared for, in the form of a million homemade meals, by my Momma.  I am thankful for the extra time she took to teach me to cook.  She not only trained me to do everything she knew but encouraged me to pass her in ability.  This generous gift of self is one I now give to my own 5 daughters and 2 sons.  Yes, do it better than I can, dearest ones.  Abigail, my oldest girl has passed me in biscuit making, no one can top her golden, tender offerings.  I glory in her glory.  This legacy has been a long time in the making.  Homemade is a gift that I was given and I will continue to give.

A tribute to my Momma, who showed my how. . .  I love you, Mom.


Dirty Little Feet


I’m Really Amazingly Squeamish for a Mother of Seven!

Tonight, Simeon showed me his feet and complained that they hurt.  I glanced up from my phone and instructed him to wash his feet and put medicine on them.  Simeon is almost nine and capable of doing what was needed, but God nudged my heart.  I put my phone down and leaned back in my seat.  Staring at the ceiling I sought an answer already known.  Should I go?  I was tired, I had reason to be tired.  With my resolve wavering all the way to the bathroom, I went to Simeon.  As I stood beside him, I suddenly knew that half-hearted obedience would bring me no joy or please my Father.  So, not unlike jumping off a diving board, I gave it my all.  Laughing as I bathed Simeon’s feet, I told him, “It’s really amazing how squeamish I am for having seven kids.”  Simeon grinned from ear to ear and said in a teasing voice,

“What? You don’t want to touch this water?”

I didn’t tell him it was his little feet I was afraid of touching.  I washed them gently with the warm water and my heart changed.  A feeling of Mother love and purpose came over me.  As I coached Simeon on how to take care of his feet while trimming his toe nails; a small swarm of children surrounded me.

“I need my feet cleaned, Mom!”  Came Katelin’s loud, happy voice.  Laughter and smiling faces filled the air around me.  I smiled too, knowing the joy of obedience.


“One of the amazing paradoxes of the Christian faith is that saints have found joy in doing what they don’t want to do and in not doing what they want to do when the will of God happens to cross their personal preferences.” ~Elizabeth Elliot

(Photo Credit – April Peterson)

Beyond the Horizon

The title of this post sounds like I might write about heaven but no, I’m not.  I am thinking of the end of today’s horizon, the piece of the land that can no longer be seen, where the sun disappears.  I peer out of my window and my sober reflection is all I see.  The darkness says the day is done.  As I ponder how I spent my sunshine I am reminded of Grace.  The grace of God that covers over my sins.  The poor choices, the quick words, the humanity of me.  He is gentle as I turn to Him; I am sorry that I grieved the Spirit of my Holy God.  Besides the Grace there is the overwhelming Hope.  Hope means – JOYFUL, CONFIDENT, EXPECTATION.  God is my Hope of Glory.  My Joy, my Confidence and my Expectation is in Him.  Best of all, when God looks at me, He sees me through the sanctification of Jesus.  I am spotless.  Wow.

“And I stand, I stand in awe of you
I stand, I stand in awe of you
Holy God to whom all praise is due
I stand in awe of you”  Mark Altrogge



Just when I was feeling accomplished and proud of myself for having a literary outlet.  Someone, small, short and a direct descendent of mine, asked me about my “Blob”.  Oh, boy, talk about laughter being good for the soul!  Yes. . . . about my Blob, it’s awesome!  I haven’t written anything for a while but soon I will be blobbing again, just because –  I like it.  I love kids and their innocent questions that make me laugh!  great-version-4


I want to emphasize God’s Grace!  Do you know about it?  It’s the expression of His heart for you, for me, the broken.  We need His grace EVERY MORNING – Mercy New!  His great love for us.  It is made known in the early dawn when I awaken and am met by thoughts that come unbidden.  Thoughts of busyness, thoughts of 928disappointment, thoughts!  So many!  But then I stop and lift my eyes to Him and His Grace is there.  His Grace is Mine.

By Bread Alone

“Then Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. And after fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. And the tempter came and said to him, “If you are the Son of God, command these stones to become loaves of bread.” But he answered, “It is written,

“‘Man shall not live by bread alone,
    but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” Matthew 4:1-4

The problem?  Jesus was hungry after fasting for 40 days and nights.  The enemy presented Jesus with a solution and a challenge.  “If you are the Son of God, command these stones to become loaves of bread.”

This morning I had a problem.  As I struggled over the challenge I thought about how I had not done well enough.  I came to the conclusion, somewhat bitterly, that my efforts must be redoubled.  As my heart hurt, I prayed for help.  My eyes fell on the back of a book laying on my floor and I read the bold print,

 “God has something for you every day in His word.”  Corrie Ten Boom

These words had caught my eye earlier but I had neglected to act upon them. As I picked up my Bible I felt led to read Matthew 4.  Suddenly I saw a parallel in my life.  I could not live by bread alone, the bread of my own making.  The bread of effort and sheer deturmination.  I needed more, I needed the feast of the words of God.

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Who’s Garden Is It?

Today, I was contemplating hard work and how often times someone else will reap the fruit of your labor.  The thoughts that went through my mind, rang resentful as I thought about how little credit I was getting for a particular job.  A masterpiece really, something I have poured myself into – for the sake of Christ.  Ah, yes, for Christ.  Christ the real Master Himself.  The One who has equipped me for every good work.  Pouring into me, an unending Spring of all I need for life, for this job.  It’s so easy to run to His store house and FORGET where I got it!  I become prideful and look to see if anyone notices how well I am doing.  Only to hear the accolades I so covet, going to someone else.  The gentle Voice of my Father woes me from my resentful state.  For what and for whom am I working?  Oh!  It’s You!  The One who deserves all the credit and glory.  God, who calls me His girl and says I am doing awesome, when I do my feeble best for Him.


Sunshine In My Soul

“There is sunshine in my soul today
More glorious and bright
Than glows in any earthly sky,
For Jesus is my Light.”  Sunshine In My Soul by Eliza E. Hewitt

It does not matter what the day looks like.  The weather of life is often stormy but Jesus, our blessed Sunshine is always gloriously bright.  When we look to Jesus in the midst of the rain, we see the rainbows of His promise brilliantly displayed!


MAGNIFY the Lord With Me

There are so many things that come into my line of vision.  The new, yet old, daily stories of current world events, the funeral processions that pass my stilled car.  Images captured and shared for all to see of the hurting world in which we live.  Stories of hopelessness from far and very near. . . ringing, demanding to be heard.

   Oh, magnify the Lord with me,

 and let us exalt his name together, 

I sought the Lord, and he answered me

  and delivered me from all my fears.  Psalm 34:3-5

With resolute determination, I am looking to God.  I am magnifying Him.  I am praising Him.  I am declaring that He is the Great God, the God of heaven and earth that does not sleep or slumber.

Behold, he who keeps Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

 The Lord is your keeper;
    the Lord is your shade on your right hand.
 The sun shall not strike you by day,
    nor the moon by night.  Psalm 121:4-6

I am taking the eyes of my heart and fixing them on Jesus.  I am reminding myself of the truth and I will not stop.  I am focusing on God.  He is bigger.  My faith increases as I look at Him, as I draw near to Him and He to me.

Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. James 4:8

Magnifying God does not make a small god appear bigger, it equips my eyes with faith. Enabling me to see a tiny portion of God’s true grandeur.

So magnify the Lord with me, let us exalt His name together!  If we seek the Lord, He will hear us and deliver us from all our fears.  Selah.





I know, I spelled it wrong.  Piecefull, a word that came to me.  Of course it did, I love silly things that I understand and maybe others do not.  It came to me because of a picture God gave me.  It was of a puzzle, and He was the center piece.  The surrounding cutouts were people and things in my life.  I was thinking about our “God shaped vacuum” that Pastor Mark Dufrene talked about yesterday.  He said it was “a space only God can fill in each one of us”.  Pastor Mark shared how many things will be presented to us as the “cure-all” for our desperate hearts.  Even children feel this longing, a need for the God that created them.  I was thinking about what it was that I have tried to “fill up” on.  That is when I saw the picture.  I saw myself struggling to put piece after piece into my puzzle, trying to force a fit.  I really dislike puzzles.  Most of the time I am sitting in front of one is spent doing what I just described.  I thought back over my life and could identify times when I tried to fit the wrong pieces in the center.  Only causing frustration and pain.  God is at the center of my heart.  I love that He is there, it really is so Piecefull.  🙂puzzle-pieces-_3