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Everything but The Kitchen Sink: Salad Dressing Recipes

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When the words don’t come, it puts me at a loss. That the words don’t come doesn’t necessarily herald a hard season. Sometimes it heralds a season to be savored. A season to just pause and take it all it – the sweet and the sour, the high and low, the tough and the tender. It’s been a year! Not … Continue reading →

Spinning Stories, Cranberry & White Chocolate Holiday Scones & Remember Me Monday Link-up

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I love stories: Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall Stories – and Christmas Stories: Dicken’s A Christmas Carol, The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore, The story of Saint Nicholas of Myra – oh, how I loved that story – a story of being seen and cared for when we feel unseen and hopeless. Then there’s It’s a Wonderful Life, A … Continue reading →

When Breaking Bread looks like Normandy Pie

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“. . . breaking bread from house to house, they ate their food with gladness and simplicity of heart, praising God and having favor with all the people. And the Lord added to the church daily those who were being saved.” ~ Acts 2:46 Something happens at a table where bread is broken together. Maybe the bread broken together is … Continue reading →

Muddy’s Lavender-Pumpkin Scones & Faith Mixing

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I’ve been trying to catch my breath. . . so I baked. I baked a Chicken & Cauliflower Rice recipe from I Breathe I’m Hungry. I made a Flourless Chocolate Torte – and Lavender-Pumpkin Scones. I found all kinds of pumpkins – and exchanged Summer with Fall. Then I Fall Cleaned – much like Spring Cleaning. It was a deep … Continue reading →

The Gift of Pie: Muddy’s Oreo Cookie Cannoli Pie

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I love celebrating birthdays – one-year-old birthdays to 90+ birthdays. I love filling the table with favorite dishes and desserts, considering the table detail for the little ones and the big ones, the celebrant and the celebrators. Children’s gifts? I love the whimsy of finding the right gift for the right child. Can I tell you how exciting it is … Continue reading →

Muddy Chess Bars, Not Giving Up

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I remember turning my completed thesis in to The Dean of Graduate School’s Office and waiting, waiting, waiting. I’d pop in and ask – I was on pins and needles. I’d fought an uphill battle to get to that point. My initial thesis-adviser kept sending other students to persuade me that creative writing was not my thing – if I … Continue reading →

Blessings in the Ice & Muddy Bars

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Last week we won the trifecta of Snow Storm Challenges: No water! No electricity!! No Propane! Praise God for warm blankets! Praise God for Hope!Praise God for gas-filled cars to recharge batteries and find some warmth!Praise God for restaurants that stayed open!And Praise God for the Electric Company Power Crews, the dispatchers, the road crews who salted and cleared the … Continue reading →

Muddy’s Pear Scones

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My three-year-old grandson sat on the kitchen counter stool. It’s a favorite place for little boys who want to be bigger than they are. To sit on the stool at the counter is to sit shoulder to shoulder with his uncles. All the little ones strive to climb that mountain and prevail. I stood across from him making lunch. He … Continue reading →

Eggplant Parmesan for the Soul

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This is a something old made new blog post – updated, much yummier recipe and a message given heart-tweaks because not only have I grown since I first wrote this, but those who sit at the table have grown – and so have their tastes, and there are new people, new babies. . . and because cooking isn’t ever just … Continue reading →

When Actions Match the Words: Tomato Soup From the Heart

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One of my sons and his sweet wife were talking about soup for dinner – tomato soup to be exact. It was cool outside, cloudy with a chance of rain. Tomato soup sounded good to me, too, so I volunteered to make a pot for after work. I’d never made tomato soup before, but tomato is a language I understand. … Continue reading →

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He sure loves his sons! His grandchildren, too! I He sure loves his sons! His grandchildren, too!  It’s an unconditional love, a patient love, a quiet, steady love. He learned it from his father. Calm, cool, knowing how to wait, how to shepherd, how to encourage just right. He lives and talks his faith quietly, humbly in a way that resounds probably to greater effect than I can with all my words. Thankful God sent him as the answer to my prayer all those years ago. Happy Father’s Day to the best dad I know!
Some people are sunshine to the soul. The world is Some people are sunshine to the soul. The world is a more kind, more rich, more God-kind-of-love with them! They make you want to be better than you thought possible! When they leave, you almost think they took their soul shine with them. . . but they didn’t. They left it within us if we don’t forget! Remembering today a sweet girl who was that sunshine to all whose life she touched!
These two sweeties have the same birthday- they’ These two sweeties have the same birthday- they’re both fearless, ready-to-go, train-loving boys keeping their eyes peeled for an adventure! Happy 5th Birthday Brin and Happy 2nd Birthday Augie! The world is a more exciting place with you two!
You’ve heard of referred pain – where you feel You’ve heard of referred pain – where you feel the pain in one part of your body which is so far away from what is really causing the pain that you see no connection?

Referred Response is like that. Your response is seemingly unconnected to what provoked the response that neither you nor those who know you see a connection.

What causes you to take a moment, sit down, catch your breath, give your beating heart time to slow and your soul to refresh?

Do you need to be physically and emotional broken – is that the catalyst that brings forth out of yourself the call for time out? The call for stop? The call for help?

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Keith coming down the Trump Escalator where Trump Keith coming down the Trump Escalator where Trump announced his run for president seven years ago today! I didn’t have to prompt him to smile at all! Keith loved it! Great memory of a great time when the economy was booming, supply chains were humming along, gas prices were pre-9-11 prices, a whole list of some other good things, and when I’d made my first trip to New York! Sure do miss those days! If Trump won’t run again, maybe Keith should!!! He’s already experienced the same ride to presidential announcements!
God knew I needed mind, body, and spirit care – God knew I needed mind, body, and spirit care – and he knew I wouldn’t ask for it on my own. Something had to break me to ask for help. The Powder Puff was my straw that broke the camel’s back.

We all face challenges – big challenges and little challenges. Maybe it’s the relentless busy, the schedule that doesn’t give a moment to catch your breath. Maybe it’s keeping up with littles or trying to keep a teen between the lines. Maybe it’s being a care-giver to an aging parent or a loved-one with cancer or Parkinson’s Disease. Maybe you struggle with autoimmune disorders? Whatever the challenge – life dropped that feather-light straw on you and you broke? Have you had moments like that? Where the silliest thing breaks you when the hardest of hard couldn’t? Even as silly as a Powder Puff!

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This guy 36 years ago stole our hearts so big, we This guy 36 years ago stole our hearts so big, we wanted more just like him! For six years, we had him to ourselves. I didn’t know anything about a newborn much less raising a boy – until I had one, about a 5-year-old boy, until I had one, about a 10 year old boy (yeah – they get blue) until I had one. I knew nothing about raising a boy until Christian. I remember one summer drought the green was fading from the grass and my garden tomatoes and cucumbers refused to grow without more water when, finally, after weeks of prayer, the rain came and Christian and I, we danced in the afternoon rain on our farm on the hill. One morning when the fields were tall and swayed with a sweet wind, Christian and I Iooked up. I saw a deer taking flight. He saw a kangaroo leaping away through the fields. Ladd, our Collie saw nothing. He wanted a baby brother. He’d asked over and over. How do you explain Secondary Infertility to a 3 year old – so I told him to do what we were doing – he needed to pray and ask Jesus. He did – for the next three years at bedtime and dinner – He asked Jesus to send him a baby brother – regardless of who sat across from us at the table. In a paper for the 6th grade, he wrote, “be careful of what you prayer for because when God answers prayers, he answers abundantly.” He was the first one I taught to play chess, the first one I taught to bake (He could make a better from-scratch lemon-meringue pie from scratch than I could in the 6th grade), the first one I taught to read. He was the leader of that brotherhood he’d prayed for. They were his willing and adoring band of brothers. I found him one day when he was in college lying on the living room floor. He’d been praying, he said – now he was just soaking up Jesus. “Thanks for the independence with training wheels,” he said one time. “There’s a girl I’m meeting for coffee,” he said one day – and with that He stepped into independence without training wheels. There are so many memories I hold in my heart for this son – and such a big love! Happy Birthday, Christian!
I have a mess of Thyme on my hands! I love that I I have a mess of Thyme on my hands! I love that I have Thyme in my garden, that it grows and thrives perennially. It makes me feel like I’m growing “time” in a magical kind of fairytale way. Thyme is a persevering plant - it holds on and doesn’t give up, almost as if it knows it is God-designed to persevere - and that when I meet Thyme in my garden, God is telling me to not give up, to persevere with Him. Yeah - I have a mess of Thyme preaching to me in my garden about how to live my time! 

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” (James 1:2-4, NIV) #thyme #muddylecturenuggets
How did this happen? This time 24 years ago, Keith How did this happen? This time 24 years ago, Keith and I were breakfasting in Cracker Barrel on a sunny Sunday morning, not realizing God was planning a miracle, that in a few hours God would hold our son so he would be born healthy and whole. He’s a fighter, deeply loyal, passionately logical. There’s so many stories stored up in my heart - but he doesn’t want to hear them. It’s his story now - his and Emma’s! What joy to my heart that he has Emma to walk the rest of his story out with. Happy Birthday, Cam! I love you to God’s beard and back! 

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