It’s just me here in the quiet house again this afternoon. Because I function best with the pressure of have-to dangling over my head, these quiet days (though I love them) have a way of making me feel a little lost and alone. In the busiest years of our lives, I got used to learning to ignore the things I wished I could get to and learned that life actually goes on with a messy pantry and an unpainted basement. Now the day has come when I should be attacking all those things with Force and Vigor. But I don’t have the heart, somehow.
(I DO clean my pantry. It’s just that it needs to be cleaned again and there’s no excuse for not doing it but lack of initiative. Maybe tomorrow.)
Of course now there should also be lots of time to pursue writing. But guess what? Lack of initiative. Also: 1) Too many blogs out there already 2) More questions than answers about how to have a happy family 3) I feel boring lately.
Since I feel kind of blah today, I thought I could share some happy stuff with you from others.
Two wonderful foods that I’ve learned to love in the past year are:
They are both courtesy of Ree Drummond, the famous Pioneer Woman. The soup was one my sister ate at her sister-in-law Pearl’s place in Raymond, Alberta. She came home and told me about it and one day she wanted me to message Pearl on facebook for the recipe. Naturally I tried it too. Listen to Ms. Drummond. The toppings really are what make the soup. Try them all! At once! That’s what I do. The only thing I do differently than the recipe? I have no clue what Rotel tomatoes are, so I just use diced canned tomatoes and a can of green chilies. And I just use bouillon instead of chicken broth. (Do you know how many times in my life I have looked up how to spell chicken bouillon? The other day I tried to memorize it, but had to look it up again just now. My mind is not as sharp as it was in grade 8. Spelling was always one of my favorite subjects in school.) We also eat this soup with corn chips (the little Frito type are best, but regular taco chips are fine too) instead of corn tortillas. The crunch adds a lot.
The fancy pots de crème? Pronounce it Poh da Krehm. And make your helpings tiny. It is very rich. Our niece Hannah is living with us this year and she introduced us to this delectable, indulgent dessert that has raw eggs in it.
And listen to Hoziana if you don’t do anything else today. Be transported into heavenly realms. And read the words too.
Here’s another one.
There are days when I think God made a mistake when He made me with white skin and started me out in a Mennonite community. 🙂
I’ve been talking to God about purpose and what He has for me in this stage of life. Foster parenting? Volunteering somewhere? Just catching up after the years of operating in the pressure of the urgent?
Soon the children will burst through the door and I won’t be wondering about what I want to be when I’m mature.
Here’s a picture of Monday morning’s dish stack, a testament to good food and new friends the night before. We even ate with paper plates, but that didn’t take care of the reality of mountains of dishes. Those are the kinds of dish stacks that make me happy, though. A sticky crockpot that held taco dip, cheesecake pans, popcorn bowls. Bryant started them before school and I finished them after the children left.
I’m reading a good book called Instruments in the Redeemer’s Hands by Paul David Tripp: People in need of change helping people in need of change. I love that. I really want to help and listen and give good advice, but my own neediness often screams loudly and I feel inadequate.
Thanks for reading this.