Old Family Pastry Recipe

I have enjoyed baking as long as I can remember. I'm sure that a lot of us have similar memories of standing on kitchen chairs, honoured to contribute in anyway to the preparation and gleefully stalking the oven window while nibbling on the remaining bits of batter. I predominantly remember making snickerdoodles with my Mom and hearth bread and tea scones with my Dad. Kitchen memories are so cozy and heart-warming. 

My mother remembers pie making from her childhood. My Grandma had quite the hand at pie filling, but no patience for pastry, which worked great because her mother was an excellent pastry maker. I visualize my mother's stories of watching her mother and grandmother collaborate on pie making. I can imagine my Mom with her short golden blond hair and her striking freckles hanging out in a 1940's kitchen, waiting as anxiously for the pies as I did for cookies and tea scones.

I was thrilled to have the opportunity to create my own pie-making memories with one of my sister-in-laws. I was fortunate to get a copy of my Great-Grandmother's pastry recipe. Neither Marcy or I had ever made pastry. Both novices, we gathered our ingredients, prepared our pie fillings and gave it our best shot. I cooked up chicken-pot pie filling the night before, and she whipped up two different fruit pie fillings on the fly (one strawberry, the other raspberry). Though we said it ourselves, echoed by other willing taste-testers, our first stab at pastry making was indeed a success!

Strawberry Pie (left), Chicken Pot Pie (right)

I was very nervous as I scanned the recipe. I had always heard that pastry was supposed to be kept as cold as possible and that the lard is cut in rather than melted, but this recipe called for the lard to be melted on a stove top. I was left with two pots of translucent liquid. I called my mother in a panic before my sister-in-law arrived. Unfortunately, my Grandma is not around to give me tips and my mother had been too little at the time to recall. Feeling my nerves rising, I prayed that my baking date would not be a complete disaster. With a little Google research, I discovered that this was a "Hot-Water Pastry" recipe. Who knew? I learned that it was good to use with heavier pie fillings. That worked for me and my chicken pot pie, too!

By the end of the morning, we were chatting, rolling our dough, laughing at our awkward moments in handling our pastry, and trying to add nice details to our uncooked masterpieces. You can see by the picture that Marcy's has all the aesthetics that mine lacks! I was shocked at how easy it was to make such delicious pastry. With no experience or assistance, we pulled it off! After a quick clean up, we enjoyed some herbal tea and the wafting aroma of buttery pastry, herbed chicken and sweet berries. 
Of course, you are on this site to get a pastry recipe, aren't you? And some of you have probably scrolled down by-passing my paragraphs. Enough, then! Here is my old family pastry recipe for one shell.

•  ½ c. shortening (cut into 1 inch cubes)
• ¼ c. boiling water

1. Melt on stove or in a warm place.

2. Beat until cold & creamy.

3. Refrigerate for 30 minutes.

• 1 ½ c. flour (all-purpose)
• 1/2 tsp. baking powder
• 1/8 tsp. baking soda

4. Sift into bowl and mix.

5. Beat shortening & water into flour with wooden spoon.

6. Stir until smooth ball is formed.

7. Refrigerate 1 hour.

8. Roll out dough on ample floured surface, taking care not to over handle.

9. Wrap ready-shell around the rolling pin and unwrap into the pie shell.

10. Spoon in filling.

       

The dough will keep for 8 to 10 days.

If you require 2 shells, double recipe except the baking soda.

**For fruit pies, making the boiling water ½ lemon juice and ½ water. Add 1 Tbsp sugar to every 1 ½ cups of flour.

As for the tasty pie fillings? I do not know Marcy's recipe. To my recollection, she used 2 cups of berries mixed with sugar and possibly water and heated it up in a frying pan. It made a thick, gooey berry mixture. The chicken pot pie filling is not my own recipe. It is from the Hillbilly Housewife's 
Freezer Cooking Made Simple E-book. I recommend the resource and the recipes in it; especially the Chicken Pot Pie. Not helpful? Well, the family heirloom I offer you is the pastry recipe, what can I say? :-) But now is the chance for you to find the recipe for the pie of your dreams, use this 100 year old recipe, and create your own proud to serve masterpiece!  

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Did you know that it's "My Husband is Awesome" day?!

                          

I love blogs. Particularly blogs written by women. More so, blogs written by Christian women. Call me biased, I don't care, I love them. Ladies, if you have spare time to kill on the internet (I know you do because we all make time for it), check out some blogs. Don't know where to start? Just ask me! There are so many sisters in Christ out there who have the mission to encourage, teach, and lead by example when it comes to the roles of Wife and Momma. Today, I am linking up with Jessica Bowman from Bohemian Bowmans who is one of my new favourites. She and her family have moved up to B.C. from the States and I think we should give them a warm Canadian welcome. Even if some of us may live 4,050 km away! She has declared it "My Husband is Awesome Day" and has challenged wives to list the ways that their husband is...well...awesome! So here it goes!

1. Kevin knows how much God loves him. That may seem like an odd place to start because most Christians know God loves them, but, truthfully, I rebut that not all necessarily have the scope of how much they are loved. The Holy Spirit has used Kevin to teach me many great things and to challenge old belief systems that are man-made, not God-inspired. Every day (sometimes more than once), Kevin will say, "Who is the one who Jesus loves?" That is my cue to say ME! He puts more emphasis on the Father's love for me than that of his own. Which leads me to the second thing...
2. Kevin loves me. He expresses and demonstrates his love to me all the time. I sometimes whine that he doesn't say it enough. Or I might pout if he doesn't immediately respond when I tell him that I love him. That is insecurity talking; insecurity that is slowly fading, I am happy to say! Kevin is always building me up through his love.
3. Kevin compliments me. I never knew my Mom's dad, so I cherish every story of Mr. James that I can get my ears near. Mom told me that after every meal, Grandpa would boast about my Grandma, "Florence, that was the best supper I ever had!" It was either the best chicken, best roast beef, best dessert, etc. Well Kevin is a compliment-boaster, too! "That is best chicken!" "These are my new favourite potatoes!" It goes beyond cooking, too. No matter what pair of pants or shirt I put on, he always says, "When did you get that? I have never seen that on you before." Even though he has. "Those are my new favourite pants on you!" "That is my new favourite top. Wear it as much as possible!" To someone like me, who has dealt with insecurities on my physique going back to early childhood, this means the world to me. To be found captivating does my feminine heart good (even when I am feeling fat and frumpy!). In everything and everywhere, Kevin is always declaring things his "new favourites." One to #4!
4. Kevin knows how to stay positive. As I said before, Kevin loves to declare his "new favourites!" With each new restaurant we eat at, trail we explore, or bench we sit on, it is always "our new favourite place!" I love his ever-evolving enthusiasm. Now, is he positive 24/7? no... I can't fathom anyone being so, but maybe that is pessimistic of me. But even when Kevin has his slumps into the dumps, it is usually temporary. Give him a few minutes of silence, and he will come back to the topic or situation and recant what ever negative comment he has made. I am a naturally sarcastic person, so it is easy for me to be negative. Kevin leads by example and it encourages me to guard my thoughts and comments and search for the positive instead of celebrating the negative.

I have listed just four, but there are many many more! These are my favourites. These are some of my awesome husband's attributes that make me miss him while he is gone and giddy as a girl when he comes home.

Now it's your turn, ladies! Whether you are wives or widows, if you have an awesome husband, go on and give him some public credit! List a few things on your blog! Don't have a blog, add a comment to this post or on facebook or twitter. And most importantly, share them with the awesome husband in question!

Want to hear some other women boast of their husband? Click on the "My Husband is Awesome" header at the top of the post and it will link you back to the Bohemian Bowmans:My Husband is Awesome

Let's give thanks to the Lord for all of His blessings!

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Being Happy Where You Are

  

    I have to say that I have had a great week! Despite some rainy patches, we have had nice sunny, but slightly cooler days. We had opportunities to show hospitality to friends and family through surprise drop-ins, scheduled visits, sleep-overs & a baking date. I showed off my new town this week to two dear friends. I'm very proud of this quaint little corner of Wilmot Township. It is such a change from Hamilton, my home town of which I am also proud. There is truth to the saying that a change is as good as a rest. At some point or other, we are taught that there is great merit in being content with what we have in the location where we have it. Of course that is easier when you are in a great place in your life. It is another story when you are miles away from where you would like to be. Even still, although Kevin and I chose this place because we liked it, there are adjustments, drawbacks and details that need to be sorted out still. There are days when I feel isolated and resent that the Timmies is a 15 to 20 minute walk away, but not this week! This week, I got out, went into new shops, had conversations with new people and it was satisfying!

   Partly why I am in such a good mood is because I had an awesome bake date with my sister-in-law. It is common to have more recurring chances to spend time with people over others. We both have a love for the good ol' days and, I dare say, a streak of Betty Crocker flowing through our veins. I will write more about our baking day featuring our "masterpieces" under the section In Her Footsteps later on. Suffice to say, it was such a comforting and natural feeling to be in a kitchen with my red polk-a-dot apron on, rolling pastry dough. I was nervous at the beginning because I had never tried this recipe and had never made pastry. Fortunately, neither had she. It's an elating feeling to try something new and for it to come up just as you had hoped. After some herbal tea and a nice chat, it was time for her to pick up the boys and I decided to go into town.

   New Hamburg has there sidewalk sale this week. Shop owners display their cheapest items on a sidewalk stand. I must say some deals were better than others. All in all, between two days of shopping, I have done well. There was just something so relaxing about walking into town through a shady neighbourhood. I strolled past all the store fronts with all the time in the world to spend. 

  There are some  tables that I stalked, weighing the costs and analyzing the greatness of the deals. I surveyed the books in the Upper Case Bookstore. It is a pity that the internet is slowly causing cozy little book stores to close their doors. I don't often buy my books online, but I do like to go where I can get a good price. I wonder if there is a way to balance deal finding and supporting your local merchants. Hmm... that is another topic all together. While I was in the store, I had in mind to spend a few hours in town and really make an afternoon of it. After all, I had freshly baked chicken pot pie and strawberry pie ready and waiting at home for dinner. Based on my friends synopsis, I decided that I wanted to read Farm City: The Education of an Urban Farmer. Deep down, I want to find myself in farm city. Up until now, I have always had a strict diet of city living, so I have had no exposure to the more traditional rural ways. I hope to change that. While I was browsing, I had it in mind to check out the kid's section. They had the book I was looking for: Anne of Green Gables. It's a Canadian classic and a treasured story from my childhood! It was the 100th Anniversary edition for $10 and I was having it!

   I finished my shopping and decided to pick up a snack. Pop, that is sugary drinks, are without question my top dietary downfall. I was in a particularly self-satisfied mood, so I thought I would increase the unhealthy factor up a notch. I bought a snack-sized bag of BBQ chips. Please note, I NEVER eat chips, so there will be a blue moon rising tonight. I should also add that by the time I got home, I felt as crappy as the junk food I consumed. But back to the nicer scenario I am trying to paint.

  Laden down with bags, I made a bee-line for the Nith River. I had a design for the highlight of my afternoon. I lugged one of the picnic tables under two trees where I could see both the dam and the little land mass in the middle of the river. I took out my snacks and flipped open one of my books. The bright summer sun made the water dazzle and sparkle. How could I not stretch out under a tall tree and read Anne of Green Gables by "shining waters"! 

   It was lovely. I felt such peace. I am in my element here in New Hamburg. In this area, regardless of what town we happen to be in, I love going out for drives and walks because the landscapes are natural beauties; rain or shine they refresh my soul. I'm under the umbrella of God's blessing. This is the season where God will give back the land destroyed by locusts. I have entered a season of joy and peace. I'm still unpacking, rearranging the house, and I need to obtain a job, but all in God's perfect timing. As He daily reveals more of His design for Kevin and I here, I am at complete rest being happy where I am.

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Ladies, Wash His Feet

In the last few weeks, many different people, sights and readings have inspired me; my mind is bursting! God has given me several special moments here in New Hamburg. I see His thumbprint on each and every one. I find my new town so delightfully peaceful. Kevin and I love going down by the river to sit, eat, talk or stroll along the bank. We have had our “morning church services” there a few times now. I bring a devotional to read and Kevin brings his passion for God’s grace. I will sit composed reading out loud with emphasis and Kevin will throw his head back and say, “Thank you, Jesus!”

We have had great times by the Nith River; eventually, I will write them all down. There is one in particular that touches on the topic of marital harmony. Now don’t think I am about to spill juicy gossip! It’s uncomfortable owning up to times of contention with your spouse, but as Jesus said, “Cast the first stone.” In one sentence, He silenced the people who like to accuse and judge and encouraged those who struggle in silence. You are not alone. You are not the first person to find yourself here and unfortunately you will not be the last. I do not care how many books, videos, premarital counseling sessions you submit yourself to, you will not understand how real life differentiates from the fictional tales of wedded bliss. It is not that marriage is a drag or unpleasant, far from it! But the still pictures we have admired in our minds during singlehood are very superficial.

Our anniversary was special. Kevin wished me a happy anniversary several times throughout the day. Our smiles shone brighter and we held onto each other tighter. We did not celebrate in what has become the traditional way. We didn’t spend money on each other, no gifts and no accessories. We didn’t go out for dinner; in fact, we took leftovers to Kevin’s parent’s house. Lol. Why? Because when you are newlyweds who are trying to be cautious with money and who don’t believe in needlessly going into debt, you don’t have the option of being elaborate. I didn’t lament it much. I wouldn’t have minded eating out, but it was cozy cooking dinner for my husband. Basically, it was a special-ordinary day that ended with us at the river at night with me in tears.

I am happy (and perhaps a bit proud) that although I remember the events of some of our fights, I never remember what started them. I say that as someone with an impeccable memory, so I take it as a good sign that we are successfully fumbling our way through effective communication and conflict resolution. Tense situations are prime for revealing your confrontation style; ours are completely opposite. I grew up with yelling (sorry Mom and Dad). We yelled and brought it all out in the open in our family and my dad’s family. I can’t comment on Kevin’s family because I don’t know, but I can say that he has a more distant approach and would rather avoid it at all cost. Me…confrontation doesn’t bother me as much. As I said, that is how we communicated with each other especially in the years leading up to my parent’s separation. Kevin and I are two different people who have become one and we need to find our harmony in all areas of our marital life (not just the easy ones!). How do we do it? Through trial and error. With me crying by the river with Kevin’s hand on my shoulder as we brainstorm tips to help us understand each other’s coping strategies. Since we got married, we have been the beneficiaries of God’s continual blessing. We have also been under continual stress. In that type of pressure cooker, it is very easy to set each other off if we don’t understand how the other person handles their stress. Here are three things that work for us:

1.    Don’t get caught in the Blame Game; it’s quick sand. Drag yourself out of there and talk.

2.   Ask questions.

a.    Do you understand what I mean when…?

b.    Were you quiet because of this…or that…?

c.    Help me understand why that made you angry?

d.    How can I let you know next time that I just need my space?

e.    What should I do to comfort you when you are emotional?

3.   If you can catch your breath and haul-butt out of the boxing ring long enough, stop and let the Spirit lead you. Pray that Jesus will guide you beyond the fight.

I have an example for number three. Back in May, I was at the beginning of the last pregnancy and I had missed my anti-Ds for a few days. My hormones were off the charts. I am not going into the irrelevant details except to say that I ended up staying in the car when we got home from an outing and let Kevin go inside by himself. My ego was hot to trot. I was not going inside until he either came and got me or called me on my cell. Interestingly, we ended up texting for fifteen minutes. It sounds ridiculous but it was productive in that it made us think before we spoke. Yet in those fifteen minutes, he didn’t ask me when or if I was coming up. He was calling my bluff. If you want an image of how stubborn I am, picture me sitting in a car with the windows rolled up during a heat wave, arms crossed, refusing to budge!

As I was digging my heels in, I felt the Spirit nudging me. Go inside. Pffft. As far as I was concerned this was a stand off. Sarah, you need to go inside where your husband is. I knew this was the Lord, so I gave in and went inside. I was trying to rehearse something nice to say. We exchanged some tense words and I could feel the urge to pick up where we left off. I went into the bathroom, took a few deep breaths, patted cold water on my eyes and went back out there. Go sit beside him. It would have been one thing if Kevin had been sitting on the sofa, but he was in the recliner, which meant I would have to sit on the floor. I didn’t move. Go sit beside him. I relented and sat on the floor. Kevin asked me to join him in the chair instead. I don’t remember what we said as we sat there, probably nothing at all. Then it happened. Wash his feet. No way! Must be something from a sermon I heard recently. That’s not actually what God’s asking me to do. Sarah, go fill up the basin with soap and water, then wash your husband’s feet. As an aside, readers, you have no idea how bad his feet smell! My Mom bought Norwex shoe deodorizer for me to use, it’s that bad! I did it, though. And as I filled the basin with cold water, I felt a peace come over me. I was convicted that this was the right thing to do. I remained silent. I spread out the towel for underneath the basin. He protested and held his leg back when he realized what I was going to do. Without looking him in the face, I shook my head and pulled his foot harder and lowered it into the water. New tears fell from my eyes as I dried one foot off and reached for the other.

Feminists keep your bras on! I did this on my own; I didn’t have to. Nor did I feel debased in the process. We were at a stale mate and emotionally exhausted. It was time to take the boxing gloves off and show Kevin that he is not my sparring partner, but my husband. God showed me how with a gift of love. The Holy Spirit had humbled me from a woman fuming in a car waiting for a fight to a wife washing her husband’s feet.

Once both feet were dry, lip quivering, I lowered my face to kiss his feet. “No,” Kevin grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. “The only feet you kiss are Jesus’. I’m not worthy of that! Now you sit and I will wash your feet.” It was my turn to protest, but he insisted. So my knight in shining, Krown-rust-proofed armor got down on his knees for a second time and washed my feet. I felt another nudging, this is how you should resolve your disputes. When he was done, we held each other. I was sobbing. I apologized and told him I loved him over and over. When I leaned back to look in Kevin’s face, I saw that he was also crying. The conversation that followed was very precious and I am keeping it between us.

As time goes by, I witness proof that we understand each other better. Marriage is less about the “date nights” and trinkets, and more about bonding closer together against the storms in life. Blessings and favour await us because God is generous! I wrote this out as a reminder to myself. I think it may be time for us to wash each other’s feet again.

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When God Speaks to you through a Place - Inspirational of the Day

The Devotional or Inspirational of the day generally comes from something I have read or seen on the web. Over the course of the day, the Lord blessed me through several different sources: Unveiled Wife's prayer of the day; a Dietrich Bonhoeffer devotional sent to my e-mail from BibleGateway.com; a great message by Joseph Prince to start my day off; and a chapter from The Red Sea Rules by Robert Morgan that Kevin and I read together in the park. 

It wasn't the easiest day none the less. The depression I sometimes struggle with had the upper hand...but not for long.

The inspiration of the day was not a blog, a devotional, a podcast or a book. It was a place. After supper, I urged Kevin to drive somewhere I had never been before. He took me to the river in New Dundee. I could write paragraphs on this little spot of heaven; I'll save it for later, though.

As we sat there on a bench, Psalm 23 came to my mind. "The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul." 

My inspiration of the day came from a place. 

"I Love Lucy"'s Viatmetavegamin commercial (as comedic as it was) asked the right questions. Are you tired? run down? listless? do you fatigue being around people? are you insecure? Well imagine yourself in a place that has warmth from the sun beating down on your seat; peace by the still waters; shelter under the lush green trees; and a quietness that invites into the presence of God. 

Kevin and I have grown attached to a lesser-known song by Brian Doerksen called, "When You Shepherd Me." Listen to it, close your eyes, imagine a haven (the one I described or a place of your own) and let God speak to you.

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Summer Sport - 365

Capture Your 365! Photo challenges may be nothing new, but they aren't passe either. I like Katrina Kennedy's site and the way she has organized her project. Even more, I am glad that she has shared it so that other photographers (wannabes or otherwise) can join her in a year of images.

Summer Sport

Softball Diamond at Norm S. Hill Park

It's a place to play sumer sports, just no one was playing...

Pray for Lydia - Devotion of the Day

A few months ago, I posted a link to the Pray For Lydia blog on facebook. In May of this year, 13 year old Lydia was hit by a recycling truck while getting off a school bus. The blog is run by the Herrles, Lydia's parents. This sweet girl has been on my mind since I read of her accident in the New Hamburg Independent. You can subscribe to the blog and get daily updates on Lydia's miraculous recovery. Let me say it again: Miraculous. God's anointing is on this beautiful family. Michelle Herrle writes with a level of courage and faith that would humble Job!

Yesterday's post had an analogy about boarding a plane to Italy and landing in Holland. No offence meant to the Dutch. I have been there about half a dozen time and it is quite lovely. The point is that we sometimes end up in unexpected places; places we prayed to God we would never end up. As a Christian, when our plans are derailed, we need to trust God and exercise flexibility. 

While my parents were still missionary candidates with Trans World Radio, my mother prayed to God that she would be willing to go anywhere in the world (Swaziland, Guam, dangerous, war-torn countries), but PLEASE let it NOT be Monte Carlo! If you know me personally, you will know that not only is that where God called my parents, we lived there for eight years. 

I prayed that I would never experience specific types of rejection or loss. I ended up in those pits, but God carried me out of them.

Read this particular post from Pray For Lydia and read about how one family is not only surviving the unexpected, they are conquering it under God's grace.

Anniversary: Allow me to be sentimental

Is it sad that the first thing that pops into my head, as I begin, is Barry Manilow's voice singing, "Looks like we made it...."?! Yeah, it is actually bad seeing how it is a song about ex-lovers! I have to say though, that one line captures the theme of today.

July 30th, 2011. I logged into Christian Cafe and found a message waiting for me from this guy. Subject heading: "Hey Cutie!" I still remember the butterflies. After ten free trial days of sifting through very odd characters, this one was cute and appeared normal. (haha. I'll behave!). You can't always put too much stock in "gut feelings," but I did have a really good feeling about this guy. As always, I like it when I'm right! 

Neither of us were a paying member. My trial was set to expire that day (within a few hours, in fact) and Kevin had just received an e-mail for three free more days on the site. He was going to go to his parents that evening and ignore the e-mail, but through prompting of the Spirit, he logged on and found me. Let me say again, this window of opportunity was literally there for only a few hours and if he had waited 'till the next day, it would have been too late. God is good.

July 31st, 2011. The e-mailing began.  "I have to say when I first seen your profile the first thing I noticed is how beautiful of a smile you had," he wrote. Flattery does have it's impact...! Even though we had messaged each other twice and had never met, he invited me to be his guest at his best friend's wedding a week before the event! I declined because I couldn't see this going over very well with the bride! After a few more e-mails, we had a date set by the end of the day.

And it is a year ago today that Kevin and I met up at the Beer Store in the Eastgate parking lot! lol. I was nervous; I can't deny it. When I saw that he was better looking than his picture,  I thought I might be out of my league. Nerves and anxieties aside, as soon as I got in to his little Mazda that creaked like a canoe on the river, I felt an incredible peace. The worries were gone and I felt as comfortable as if I had known him for years. Kevin made a crack about some dude riding by on a bike wearing a Dora backpack (Oh Hamilton) and we were laughing and chatting.

We didn't make note of the day we called ourselves "official," so we go by August 2nd as the beginning of us. Neither of us have ever been in a relationship that even came close to a year, so this is pretty special. As much as a year can seem long, it isn't a long time at all. It's a grain of sand on the beach that we plan to walk on for the rest of our lives. It's our first milestone. Our first anniversary. I would like to tell my husband, Kevin, that I am so glad God made us a match and that we are going to have an incredible 2nd year together under God's grace and favour.

2 months

Married at 5 months

1 year together, 7 months married

Cornbread & Peaches

Yesternight's meal was chicken pot pie. I made it a couple of weeks ago on my make-and-freeze-it day. On choosing a side, I figured the cornbread would be best! After all, I only have 4 lbs of cornmeal in the pantry! I found this recipe on Pinterest linked from Mel's Kitchen Cafe. So credit where credit is due: Cornbread Recipe. 

It was really easy to make. It's very moist and a tad rich. It won't take too many bites before you start to feel full! While I was at it, I opened a can of peaches, left a little bit of the juice in the bowl and seasoned it with allspice and extra cinnamon. I put my dessert right along side my chicken pot pie on my plate. Salty creamy chicken, crispy pastry, butter melting on the fresh cornbread topped with the light pie filling peaches and washed down with homemade iced tea...MMM! Wish I had pics of that meal because it was darn good!

I wanted to have the leftover peaches and cornbread for my breakfast this morning, but Kev beat me to the bowl! I can't complain though as triple fruit jam (peaches, apricots and passion fruit) made an excellent substitute!

It's a great late morning snack while I do my blogging! Check out this recipe and more at "Mel's Kitchen Cafe." 

Behind Glass

Capture Your 365! Photo challenges may be nothing new, but they aren't passe either. I like Katrina Kennedy's site and the way she has organized her project. Even more, I am glad that she has shared it so that other photographers (wannabes or otherwise) can join her in a year of images.

Behind Glass

August 1st, 2012.

"Registered Massage Therapy" is located on Peel Street in New Hamburg.

I am intrigued by the garden growing in her store front.

An excuse for a massage? Maybe...

Inspirational of the Day - Aug 1

Via @karen4aloeglow, I was linked to the following blog "His name was Kenton. He had a Community."

 I don't hear the Hamilton news like I used to, so I didn't realize that a youth from Ancaster had recently, and tragically, died. The blogger is Hannah E. I wasn't sure what to expect if I read it. I was blown away. Two main points leaped off the screen and I had to reread 

them several times.

1. “Why? Where’s the plan or the light in this? Where is there good here? Because this sucks and he is gone and You have him, You are holding him, but I need You to hold me, I need You to hug me like he used to."
2. "But I find what a pastor said to everyone today really helpful. In trying to help students make sense of what was happening, he said for everyone to grieve deeply, because there is nothing wrong with being sad. But he said to make sure we leave room to hear God saying, “I am so sorry that you have to go through this pain, because this is not the way I intended things.” I truly believe that when our hearts break for someone that is close to us, God’s heart breaks with us."

 Everyone grieves for someone at some point in their lives. Kevin and I are moving on from the two miscarriages of this past spring/summer. It is still a sore spot, but it is not a gaping wound like it was. Hannah E.'s words are so appropriate wherever we are in our recovery. Point 1 summarizes my heart's cry to God. "You have my loved one safe and I am relieved in that knowledge, but don't forget about me! They may be at perfect peace with you in heaven, but I am a devastated wreck here on earth. I didn't want to be separated from my love! Why has this happened?"

 Then Point 2 suggests God's answer to that cry. I won't paraphrase or personalize it because it's perfect the way it is. It wasn't God's will for us to lose a friend, family member or spouse. A God of such love wouldn't inflict the pain on us. However, He did scoop them up into His everlasting arms. These same arms reach down to us willing and able to comfort those who mourn.

 I would like to thank the blogger for this post (and Karen for sharing it). God used it as a loving reminder of truth for me. It is a sweet irony that "Hannah" is what Kevin and I planned on naming a daughter because it means "grace and favour." What a double portion of hope.


Please take the time to read this blog. "His name was Kenton. He had a Community."

More Women Sharing.

I am learning so much about blog connecting and as Kramer says, "I'm loving every minute of it!!" Checkout more women's stories for encouragement on Living Well Wednesdays. Feel free to post yours, too!

God's Favour (Devotion of the Day)

July 31st, 2012

God's Favour
"Beloved, you do not have to depend on favoritism from men to keep opportunities open for yourself when you have God’s unmerited favor! Remember that it is the Lord who is the source of your blessings and success, and it is His favor upon your life that sets you up for promotion."Excerpt from Joseph Prince, Facebook Fan Page, July 31st, 2012.

Today, I was gearing myself up to drop off resumes. I find job hunting so stressful. I was worrying about what to wear and how best to make an impression. Then I read this on my FB news feed. Thank you God that I can walk into any workplace or interview fully reliant on your favour and not on making first impression.

Calling all Wives, Moms & (soon-to-bes)

This will be my quickest blog ever. I found a blog called Time-Warp Wife which I am really enjoying so far. She has a weekly segment called "Titus 2sday". Bloggerettes from all over the web link up posts that focus on marriage and parenthood and offer encouragement in the roles of wife & mother. 


If you fit the roll call, I encourage you to take a gander through the different posts. God may just give you the word you need today. :-)

One season fading into another (Pt. 3)

     I feel like this is the last instalment (part III) in the ordeal Kevin and I have been going through. A lot has happened since the last one, so I will try to summarize. The OB visit involved a consultation with two doctors; a resident and an OB. My mother-in-law was so kind to go with me. The prayers leading up to that day were for the Spirit to direct us, making the best choice perfectly clear. I expected the Drs to push for the D & C. To my surprise, the resident listed the possible side effects very soberly. She didn't treat them lightly, brushing them off as though it was unlikely, and when I asked, she was honest that it would not be her first choice if she were the patient. Truthfully, when you are told that you could end up with scarring that could result in infertility or your uterus could be perforated requiring more surgery, you don't care what the odds are. We went with the misoprostol, which was my first choice going in.

    The misoprostol is a drug that is used for various reasons; in this case, to bring on a miscarriage. I had read many personal accounts on message boards, so I had an idea of what could happen from the most ideal to the worst case scenario. We were going to the Mandarin that night, so I was glad I could put off taking the medication until after the buffet. After all, I was made to fast just in case we did the D & C, so I was starving! The irony was as I was waiting for my prescription to be filled, I got an all too familiar sensation: I had already started miscarrying. That misoprostol is so good, I just had it in my hands and it started working! Pitty it couldn't have been before I was out $40!

     At some point, I will put my account on the message boards for future moms facing the choice rather than go into graphic detail on this blog. I would do this option, God forbid, if I ever had to again, but it does require preparation (mental more than anything else). Even though I started the meds Thursday night, the full effect didn't happen until the following night. Taking a dose every four hours coupled with Tylenol 3s (Praise God!), the cramps increased in frequency and length like contractions. At the beginning, 10 deep breaths would get me through. By Friday evening, I would be counting to 25 or 30.  Eventually, they were coming every few seconds upto being right on top of each other. Then, nothing. They stopped for about 20 minutes and then, without any warning, the bleeding hit. Again, it is not a story for anyone squeamish, so let's just say there was a lot! Kevin was an amazing trooper! It's bad enough for women, but men have no training for something like this. He nearly puked twice, but he kept it together and was at my side helping me. I could NOT have gone through this alone! Nor do I think that a woman ever should (that's my recommendation). 

     Every 15 to 20 minutes, I was running to the bathroom soaked. The cramps were back, the T3s gave no relief, and all the cleaning up each time was leaving me exhausted. We did this for over 3 hours with no sign of the symptoms lessening. I told Kevin that if I had to do much more of this, I was going to turn into Lady Macbeth! Due to the heaviness of the bleeding, the exhaustion and the nausea and light-headedness I was getting, we decided at 11:30 pm to go to the hospital. I cannot emphasize enough how glad I am that we went! They took such good care of me at the Stratford ER. They were sweet, supportive and put me at ease in what was an otherwise embarrassing and difficult situation. I had already showered twice in those few hours before going to the ER and I was still a mess.

       They gave me an IV, increased my pain meds (Praise God!) and gave me gravol for the vomiting. Of course that was after the nurse had to fight to actually get the IV needle in. She said that she had never seen such tough skin in her whole career! It took her two tries pushing the needle and moving it around. If you're wondering if that hurt, it did! In the end, she got the IV to work, but the needle wasn't fully under my skin. So the next time someone wants to say that I am too thin-skinned, I have it on a medical authority that I am the complete opposite!

     Then came the internal examination. Kevin was asked to leave for his own benefit. He was a little hurt, I think, but once I described the procedure later, he was grateful! lol. It really was God who lead us to go to the hospital. It was not a serious matter, but there was some blockage impeding the process; hence the heavy bleeding. The doctor extracted it right then and there. And if you're wondering if that hurt too, Hell to the Yes! I thank God that He gave me the same high pain tolerance He gave my mother or I don't know what I would have done. It was an easy fix and I was able to miscarry normally after that.

       Kevin and I were there from midnight to 6:30 am. Poor thing was beyond uncomfortable pulling an all-nighter in a hospital chair. I felt so bad for him and wished that we could be at home in our bed , but not at the loss of my IV with pain killers and gravol! ha ha ha! 3 am was the turning point. The worst was over, my blood pressure started to go back up and I felt ten times better. God was very good! I cannot imagine what it would have been like if we had stayed home.

      So it's now three days later. I finished my misoprostol a few days ago, so I am no longer dealing with the killer cramps. The "physical" aspect of this miscarriage isn't over yet, but I hope that it will by the end of the week. How am I doing emotionally? I have my ups and downs, but really God has been good. The worst I feel is exhausted. The night before I took the meds, I was very anxious. More than that, I felt devastated, but in His faithfulness, Jesus gave me a truth. 

       This is our second official miscarriage in three months. There was a suspected one in the beginning of April, but we have chosen not to count it because it was never medically confirmed. Because it was so early on in the pregnancy, I think I have feared that it's like this pregnancy never happened. I've worried that it's not that big of a deal. I don't know why I think that. I guess, I see it as nowhere near as tragic as women who have lost their little ones in their 2nd or 3rd trimester. It is my error to be making comparisons though. It was over so fast. I never saw a glimpse of it or felt a kick and the physical remains were flushed down the toilet. It seems so dishonouring to a wanted life. I really struggled with it. But like I said, Jesus met me at that place. I cannot describe how hard I cried on Kevin's shoulder as I had a vision of the tiniest form of a little pink baby in Jesus' hands. He answered a deep fear; a fear that I don't think I could have articulated otherwise. 

"This life will not be forgotten. Your babies are not forgotten. It will not be like they never existed because they are with me."

God is so good. I needed this truth so badly, even though it still stings my heart to think about it.

         I have been trying to wrap my head around what are our life is now. We are in a new town, I do not have a job yet, and our plans were tragically derailed as soon as we got here. So I am trying to figure out what my role is. We have been blessed with a fresh start, a perfect new season. Where do I start? As I climb out of the ditch, brush the dirt off my clothes and look around, I see a beautiful new place. I am not the same person I was last month in Hamilton. I am a woman with a bright new future in New Hamburg. I have an amazing husband; a gift from God. I am surrounded by a wonderful new family. My beautiful friends and family are only an hour away. I have two perfect babies up in heaven waiting for Kevin and I in our mansion. Soon, I will be working at the job God has specifically chosen for me. Lastly, like the apostle John, I am the one who Jesus loves, and THAT is what makes all the difference.


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