Monday, November 27, 2017

Thankful that joy comes in the morning.



It is morning, and the sun is shining.

We got a new deck.  Our old deck was built with a lip around the edge of it, a lip that caught all the debris from our trees and hindered me when I tried to sweep.  My sweet son-in-law was frustrated for me every time he looked at it.  "Who would design a deck that way?" he would ask, expressing my exact thoughts.  I appreciated his sympathy.  Our new deck has clear space beneath the bottom of the railings.

The sun shines bright on the new deck, casting sharp lines of light that cross the lines of deck boards, creating a checkered effect.

In contrast to the bright, shining, morning sun, my life carries a dark heaviness these days.  Things I cannot talk about well up in my heart.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest, Jesus says.

The Lord told Jeremiah, "I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish."  And Jeremiah awoke and looked, and his sleep was pleasant to him.

When everything seems to be going wrong, I think of the disciples during the crucifixion.  Everything certainly seemed to be going wrong that day, all their hopes and dreams turned awry at a bloody, violent cross.  Yet, this was exactly God's perfect plan.  This was the victorious battle where God vanquished evil and death for all time.

I think of a sermon I once heard, where the pastor kept saying, "It's Friday night, but Sunday morning's coming..."

Jesus rose from death, alive and triumphant.

He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all, how will He not also along with Him graciously give us all things?

He has done this.  He has won this victory.  He will certainly see that the blood is applied to us, we who need His salvation so desperately.  He will bring us home.

Resurrection morning.

It will be okay.

For His anger lasts only a moment, but His favor lasts a lifetime: weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.  (Psalm 30:5)

Rejoicing comes in the morning.

Praise God that joy comes in the morning.  I am thankful.  I struggle with the long, dark wait, but I am thankful for the hope of promised rejoicing in the morning.  May He, Himself, my faithful God, hold my faith intact through the night.  I am thankful that I can entrust this to Him, the One who is able.  I am thankful that He is able.

In You, O Lord, I have taken refuge.
Let me never be put to shame;
deliver me in Your righteousness.

Turn Your ear to me,
come quickly to my rescue;
be my rock of refuge,
a strong fortress to save me.

Since you are my rock and my fortress,
for the sake of Your Name lead and guide me.
Free me from the trap that is set for me,
for You are my refuge.

Into Your hands I commit my spirit;
redeem me, O Lord, the God of Truth.
(Psalm 31:1-5)


Give me a sign of Your goodness,
that my enemies may see it and be put to shame,
for You, O Lord, have helped me and comforted me.
(Psalm 86:17)





Thursday, November 23, 2017

Thankful for the prayers of others

Long ago, when I was a teenager, a wise woman once told me, "You can ask the Lord to move people to pray for you."

That stuck with me.

Often though, when in need of prayer, I am unable to ask either God or others for help.

I will be forever grateful for Matthew 6:8, which tells us that our Heavenly Father knows exactly what we need, even before we ask Him.

I am so very thankful for people who pray for me, and for the God who moves them to pray, placing the need on their hearts so they respond.  I am thankful when they call or email or text to tell me that they are praying, or that God placed my situation on their hearts at a certain time.  I am thankful when they write out their prayers for me, so I can see what they are asking God on my behalf.  This doesn't happen often; it is rare and precious.  I remember each time.

I am thankful for the prayers of others, and I am thankful that when others pray for me, it teaches me what a blessing we can all be to one another, through our prayers for each other.  To pray for someone is to give a blessing.  I am thankful that I can both pray and be prayed for.  I am thankful that there is a God in Heaven who hears and answers prayer, with pleasure, because He loves us, and our prayers rise to Him like the aroma of incense (Revelation 5:8, 8:3-4).



Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Thankful today

I may decrease the thankful posts, but not because I am not thankful.

This morning I am thankful for a nice sleep in my comfortable bed, delicious coffee, a hot shower, bright morning sun, respite, a kitchen full of ingredients for a Thanksgiving feast, and most of all, the safe arrival of this beauty from Boston, yesterday:




Friday, November 17, 2017

Thankful for new beginnings

Today was a hard day.

The sky was gray, the air was cold and wet with mist.  Bare fields spread, blackened, finished.  Done.

"They've been shorn of their corn, shorn of their corn, shorn of their corn," my mind chanted silently as miles passed.

It was a hard day but a good day.  The sun has set now, and the mist thickened into a real rain that dashes against the sides of my house.  Within my house, lights are on, and heat rises from the vents.  Within my heart, peace and joy rest quietly, soft peace, subtle joy.  For once, I am not striving to claim my promised peace and joy, not begging God to replenish them.  No, they are simply here, quiet and still.

I'm exhausted, but I have hope, hope that a tide has turned.

Usually I think of new beginnings in the springtime, when the days lengthen, the crocuses poke up, and Easter draws near.

Who would think of the miracle of a new beginning in the middle of November?

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest," says the Lord.

"Behold, I am making all things new," says the Lord.

Amen.  I am thankful.







Thursday, November 16, 2017

Thankful

Today I do not feel thankful.

I wasn't going to write.

I don't know for certain what has happened or is happening, but signs indicate that circumstances are bad.

Certainly, I do not know what will happen next.

It's strange to think that before long, this post will be in the past, and if I look back on it, I will know many of the things that I don't (didn't) know while writing today.

God knows it all, the end from the beginning.

I wasn't going to write.

However, I felt compelled to express thanks.  To give glory to God.  To praise Him in the storm.

I am thankful that He is eternally faithful and loving, even when my sense of His faithfulness and love is weak.  His truth does not depend on my perception.

I guess I'm thankful that His power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9).  His grace is sufficient.  His grace breaks the power of sin.

Yes, I am thankful for that.





Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Thankful for washers and dryers



I don't have a stylish Pinterest-worthy laundry room.  But my laundry room works fine.  It is adequate--nay, luxurious--for just the two of us, Shawn and me.

I'm thankful for how easy it is to throw clothes into the washer, and then the dryer, and come back to fresh, dry, fluffy, clean things.

If only it were as easy to purify a heart as it is to launder a towel.

I'm thankful for washers and dryers, and especially thankful that I have one of each in my own home for my own convenient use.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Thankful for the constant, abiding presence of the Holy Spirit

Today, at a critical point in time, I asked the Lord to fill me, top me off, fill to the measure and overflow me with the Holy Spirit.

You need to ask for that regularly.  Not because He leaves in-between times, but just because we live in a temporal world and we need regular refilling.  Maybe it's just the consciousness and the reminder that we need.  Whatever it is, it is necessary.  I remembered to ask.

Not long after, I happened into a spiritual battle.

There is a spiritual war going on, but the skirmishes are relatively rare.  I don't have to engage in active combat very often, other than prayer war.  The prayer war is daily, and sometimes multiple times per day.  However, today there was some active combat, a confrontation.

It wasn't warlike in the human arena.  Not really.  The Spirit of God was powerful and there was peace.  Kindness.  Miraculous lack of anger in the face of a very challenging conversation.  In the physical world, a passerby may well never have known that there was a battle raging.

In the spiritual world, blows were flying.  I'm not sure what all happened, but I am exhausted now.

Exhausted.

I don't know what happened.  It seems pretty clear that I didn't lose, but I'm not sure I've gained any territory yet, either.

The fact is certain, though, that God was there, and God was powerful in me and around me.

I am thankful to my Lord and King, the One who made me, the One who died for me, the One who rose victorious from the dead, the One who never slumbers or sleeps, the One who is my help.

The One who lives in me and is my help.

Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.  (Psalm 31:24)

Surely God is my help; the Lord is the One who sustains me.  (Psalm 54:4)

You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the One who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.  (1 John 4:4)

I am thankful.


Monday, November 13, 2017

Thankful for wildlife sightings



A fox lives in our neighborhood, or maybe more than one.

Since Daylight Savings Time ended, when we're coming home in the late afternoon, turning our car off the main road and into our neighborhood, a small golden fox sometimes sits calmly in the middle of the street.  As our car approaches, she rises and saunters away into the brush, her tail swinging heavy and thick behind her.

Perhaps she is a grown kit from the litter born here last year.

Schubert doesn't care for foxes.

Shubert doesn't care for Honey-Bear, the golden retriever who lives next-door, either.  In fact, his hatred of Honey-Bear knows no bounds.  "I do not like that Honey-Bear," he tells me, indignant, whenever she comes into view.  Or, he screams.  Have you ever heard a dog scream?  It's sort of like a yelp, only more intense.

This morning, Schubert was on self-appointed guard duty, as per usual.  Shawn was in Detroit.  I was trying to make my own coffee in Shawn's absence, which is particularly difficult for me, because (1) Shawn has me spoiled on his really good coffee, and (2) I simply lack the wherewithal to make coffee before I've had any coffee.  I used to think Keurigs were a silly gimmick, but I am starting to understand.  No, Keurigs don't produce the best coffee.  But they are designed so that those-who-cannot-make-coffee-before-they-have-had-coffee can actually get some coffee.  There's more justification than I thought.

I digress.  Back to the wildlife.

I was in the kitchen, trying desperately to find a pair of reading glasses so I could decipher the marks on the coffee maker water gauge so I could start some coffee before I got a migraine.

Suddenly, from the front hall, Schubert began to scream.  He screamed, yelped and howled while his little paws went scritchy-scritchy-scritchy-scritchy-scritchy on the sidelight window.

Figuring it was on account of Honey-Bear, I headed up the front hall to do some damage control for the woodwork.  Over the weekend, I cleaned up the front porch, removing the hanging baskets of ferns and clearing most of what was left in the flower patch.  Thus, I had a clear view out to the yard, where I expected to observe the reddish fur of plodding Honey-Bear.  Instead, I saw, right in front of my porch, what at first appeared to be a horse.

A deer was ambling by, perhaps foraging now that the corn fields have been harvested.  At the sound of Schubert and the sight of my appearing shadow, she--it was a huge doe--picked up her pace, loped out of our yard, across the street, and into the neighbor's yard.  At the corner, she lept about five feet, excessively clearing a fire-hydrant.  White tail high, she cantered up the boulevard.

I'm thankful for such a breathtaking sight.  You don't see something like that every day.





Sunday, November 12, 2017

Thankful for the gospel



This is the gospel:

Although we live in a broken, messed up, devastating and sometimes terrifying world,

there is hope for salvation!

We could never work hard enough or behave well enough to earn this salvation,

for, like the world, we ourselves are broken,

defaced by the original sin of our ancient ancestors.

We, by default, contribute to the trouble around us,

striving for what we think are our rights

and always, in the process,

trampling someone else.

But even though we are cursed, broken and fatally selfish,

there is hope.

God, our Creator,

the One who created both us

and this poor, beautiful world that we've desecrated,

loves us.  He loves us.

So He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to live with us and die for us,

to pay the price, the debt we owed for our sin.

The debt we could never have paid, He paid for us.

With His blood.

He bore the wrath of God in our place.

Then He rose from the dead, to prove

that grace and life have ultimate power over sin and death.

If we will turn from sin to grace,

if we will run to Jesus for healing and forgiveness,

He will never turn us away.

No.  Instead, He will run back to meet us

with open arms.

He will clothe us in His righteousness and call us His own.

He will give us new lives, new identities,

a new source of security and a new power for living: His own Spirit inside us.

He will abide in us now, giving us a preview of the glory to come,

changing our hearts, teaching us His ways,

and always keeping His promises to help, to encourage, to remain with us . . .

until finally the time comes for all of creation to be redeemed and restored.

Then we will live in perfect glory with Him and never taste death again.

Forever.  Hallelujah.  Amen.


I have known the gospel for as long as I can remember; I was practically born in church.  A few years ago (maybe 8?) I was struck by an idea that a number of great teachers were presenting:  "You need to love the gospel," they said.

Love the gospel?  What does that even mean?  Of course I am glad that there is salvation for all who believe.  But love the gospel?

"Have a deep affection in your heart for the gospel," they said.  They probably told me that if I didn't have it, I needed to pray for this affection to grow in my heart.  This is what I did.  Half-heartedly.  Without even knowing for what I was asking.

And yet, He was faithful.

All these long years later, I have come to love the gospel in ways I never imagined, this epic rescue mission that God is carrying out.  It's been quite a journey, at times far beyond what I thought I could bear, and it isn't over.  However, today I stand where I am and praise God for bringing me this far, trusting Him to carry on to completion the work He has begun.

I am thankful for the gospel, and I am thankful that Jesus is teaching me to love the gospel.



Saturday, November 11, 2017

Thankful for work and safety

Today was a lovely Saturday, although fairly chilly.  Perfect fall clean-up work weather.

We worked outside for the better part of the daylight hours, mostly raking and trimming trees.

About halfway through, when the ground was liberally littered with twigs from hewn branches, I started a fire in our little firepot.  It lent a festive scent to the air, lifting the spirits, which weren't even low to start.  Fire on an autumn day blends perfectly with the colors of the falling leaves and the bustle of seasonal chores.  I enjoyed tending the fire and tossing in odds and ends that I gleaned off the ground after Shawn trimmed the trees and we hauled the branches to the edge of the road.

Shawn climbed a ladder and trimmed the trees with his chainsaw that he bought back in the summer when the giant branch fell on my garden.  It is a blessing to have a chainsaw, but it is terrifying to watch your husband climb a wobbly ladder, pull the starter on the chainsaw a few times with violent backwards jerks, and then reach upwards with the chainsaw to cleave off branches.

I am thankful that we have a chainsaw and didn't have to hire all this work done.  I am thankful that we accomplished a lot.  And, I am particularly thankful that nobody was injured in the process.

I am also thankful for the little firepot that we bought for dirt cheap in the spring and enjoyed immensely all summer.  Today was its last hurrah though.  It burned through its bottom.  Next spring, we will probably try to buy a better quality firepot, one that will last longer, since we learned how much we like having fires.  Today, it was a joy to linger over the flickering flames, spreading out our fingers to thaw between tasks, and finally relaxing in lawn chairs after a day of hard work, watching radiant embers illuminate red dollops throughout a mound of white ash, foretelling the coming of winter.

Firepot, wheelbarrow full of sawn logs,
man putting his life in jeopardy
on a ladder with a chainsaw.

We survived all this and more.

I am thankful.







Friday, November 10, 2017

Thankful for palatable ways to eat vegetables

Recently I owned the fact that I am not a lover of vegetables.

Which isn't strictly true, because I like nearly all vegetables if they are prepared in the right form.  Mostly, carrots don't thrill me.  Cooked celery is pretty repugnant, too, although it imparts a pleasant flavor, as long people aren't expected to chew the limp, stringy stalks.  Some vegetables are best cooked down until they are very soft, and then pureed into soup stock.

Soup is a good way to make vegetables palatable.  Recently, I developed a new soup recipe, and I want to save it for posterity because it is really easy.  Easy and tasty and full of vegetables--that's a winner.  Four vegetables, four seasonings (besides salt and pepper).

I tried taking a picture of it, but it was not photogenic.  Here is a truth that people often overlook in these days of Pinterest images: the prettiest foods are not always the best tasting.  Sometimes the food you view in mouthwatering photographs is well nigh inedible in real life.  People totally forget this.  And the converse is also true: unphotogenic food can be delicious.

This soup is delicious and not particularly photogenic, so I think it is best served by a photo which shows that it was happily consumed, right down to the dregs.



Easy Italian Vegetable Soup

ingredients:

  • 1/2 lb. Italian sausage (Sweet or hot, but NOT Jimmy Dean!!  Leave it out before you use breakfast sausage.  "Sausage" is optional.  Italian is not.)
  • chopped kale (you decide how much; 2-3 cups?  4?)
  • thin sliced carrots (Use your food processor slicing blade--again you decide how many carrots, 2-3 largish ones?  Carrots are not my favorite; I try not to get too many.)
  • zucchini (probably 2--cut in quarters the long way, then slice about 1/2 inch thick)
  • chopped peppers, 1 green + 1 red or yellow or orange, or 2 green, or 2 red; whatever
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 2 tsp oregano
  • 3 tsp basil
  • 1/4 tsp onion powder
  • 1/2 tsp garlic powder
  • 1--24 oz. jar marinara sauce (or any red sauce you like)
  • 1 quart chicken broth
  • crushed red pepper flakes
note: obviously you can use real onion and garlic instead of powdered, if you wish.  This is just to keep the recipe easy--in case you are already down with a cold--and to accommodate those who are bothered by onion.  Use a few cloves of fresh garlic if you feel so led.  If you're going for something medicinal, fresh garlic is your best friend.


method:

Brown and crumble the sausage in a large pot.  Drain most of the fat, but leave a residue.  Add kale, carrots, zucchini and peppers and saute with sausage in the remaining fat until they are warmed through and beginning to tender.  Add seasonings and toss to coat.  Add marinara sauce and chicken broth.  Add crushed red pepper to taste, up to a teaspoon, or more if you are a lover of heat.  (If you are fighting a respiratory ailment, spicy broth is great for your sinuses.)  Bring to a boil.  Reduce heat to very low and simmer for 45 minutes or so.  Serve anytime after the simmer period, although it will be exponentially better reheated the second day.

note:  If you decide to make this without sausage, just begin by sauteing the vegetables in olive oil.  You might also like to add pre-cooked (aka "canned") cannellini or black beans.

This is nice topped with grated parmesan cheese.

I'm thankful for an easy way to make vegetables taste nice, and an easy way to make soup!




a note on kale:  I do not believe in kale smoothies (if you want greens in your smoothie, use baby spinach).  Kale is an example of how vegetables can be tasty in certain applications and not in others.  I think kale is particularly pleasant in Italian food.  It's a nice substitute for meat in meat sauce, and it is nice in this soup.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Thankful for a morning walk

Yesterday afternoon, I walked the dog and found a group of perfect, dazzling trees in my neighborhood.  Last year I also happened upon these trees at their peak, but by the time I got Shawn out to see them, they'd dropped their glory and were naked.

So this morning, I said, "We need to take Schubert for a walk while those trees are still amazing.  This morning.  Now!  Can you hurry, please?"

So he did (hurry), and we did (go for a walk).  And the leaves were still dazzling.

How much gratitude can a lady even hold in her heart?


I love everything about this picture:

  • My heroic husband.
  • My darling dog.
  • The cheery red fire hydrant.
  • The spectacular orange tree.
  • The brilliant blue sky.


People, you don't get all this every day.  Tomorrow the leaves will probably have fallen, and the sky might be overcast.  You never know what tomorrow will hold.

Seize the day and be thankful.  Oh, how I am thankful.

Amen.



Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Thankful for milk



When I was a little girl, I hated milk.

Sometimes I wonder if this was because we usually had skim milk.  When I was two, we flew to California to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins.  I remember drinking everybody's coffee cream out of the tiny, round containers with tear-off tops (back when airlines served meals).  I think I even remember my parents commenting in surprise that I liked the cream so much.  However, I hated milk.

This all changed when my own children were very small.  When I became a nursing mother, I craved milk.  When I had a one-year-old who drank whole milk (as per doctor's orders), I started nipping in the whole milk, and discovered that it was delicious.  As ensuing children were born, I always kept whole milk in my refrigerator, and I usually gulped down a large glass before every nursing session.  "Milk in, milk out," I would tell myself, swallowing fast.

Now that I am gluten free, it sometimes feels difficult to get full, not being able to top off with bread or pasta.  For this reason, I am more thankful than ever for milk.  A nice, big glass of milk does wonders for satisfying the appetite and giving a person that settled, finished feeling after a meal.

I am thankful for milk, and I am exceedingly thankful that I am not dairy intolerant!




Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Thankful for autumn colors



I am thankful for the beautiful colors of autumn.  I know, I know, it's cliche.  Cliche or not, though, it's true.

This morning, the sun came streaming across the world at a slant, making gold and orange leaves sparkle like jewels.  Last weekend, rain and fog descended, mists swirling around the turning trees with mysterious moodiness.  This afternoon, it is calm, restful, with soft clouds blanketing the richness of the day.

A row of young maples, some sporting outrageous hues, some still green, stands thin-trunked and mop-headed along the bank of a mirroring reservoir.

Cliche or not, I love autumn colors, leaves in their final glory before winter, the creative genius of God who loves to delight us simply just because.

I am thankful.

Monday, November 6, 2017

Thankful for mornings at home



I love to be home in the morning.

What a joy, to wake up in the morning realizing, "I do not have to be anywhere this morning!"

Even more, what a joy to go to bed at night, laying my head down on my pillow while thinking, "I do not need to go anywhere tomorrow."

I am a homebody, and more than anything, I like to be home in the morning.

In the morning, I even like to be alone at home.  I like to sit in bed and read my Bible, and pray, and study, spreading books and notebooks across the queen-sized expanse in front of me.  Shawn says, "Why don't you use your study, or the kitchen table?"  But I love to start out studying on my bed.  Then I like to start a load of laundry, tidy the kitchen, sometimes empty the dishwasher.  This morning, I washed out the ceramic crock from my crockpot, which had been soaking overnight.  I like to take a shower without hyperventilating over whether I am running late, and then spend time trimming my nails, treating my dry skin, dabbling in essential oils.

Lately, I've had more places to go, so mornings at home have been especially precious.  I'm thankful to have people to see and reasons to get out, but I do dearly love my mornings at home.

I am thankful for mornings at home, and I was thankful today.



Sunday, November 5, 2017

Thankful that God is able to do anything.



God can do anything.  He is all powerful.  Omnipotent.

God could keep His promise that Abraham would have an heir, from his own body, through Sarah, his wife who was almost as old as Abraham, when they were both in their nineties.

Then the Lord said to Abraham, "Why did Sarah laugh at me and say, 'Will I really have a child, now that I am old?'  Is anything too hard for the Lord? I will return to you at the appointed time next year, and Sarah will have a son."
~Genesis 18:13-14

God made substance out of nothing, creating the heavens and the earth.

Ah, Sovereign Lord, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and your outstretched arm.  Nothing is too hard for you.                                                  ~Jeremiah 32:17

God himself said,

I am the Lord, the God of all mankind.  Is anything too hard for me?                        ~Jeremiah 32:27

The angel Gabriel announced to Mary that she would bear the Holy Son of God, and brought news that elderly, barren Elizabeth would also give birth to a miracle baby in her old age.  Gabriel said:

For nothing is impossible with God.                                                                            ~Luke 1:37

Jesus explained to His disciples how very difficult it is for a prideful rich man to enter the Kingdom of God--harder than for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.  And, yet . . .

Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God."
~Mark 10:21 (also in Matthew 19:26)

When a father desperately sought help from Jesus for his demon possessed son, he made the mistake of asking, "If you can do anything . . . "

" 'If you can?' " said Jesus.  "Everything is possible for him who believes."
~Mark 9:23

God is able to do whatever He wills to do.

Our God is in heaven.  He does whatever pleases Him.
~Psalm 115:3

If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and He will rescue us from your hand, O king.  But even if He does not, we want you to know, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.
~Daniel 3:17-18

This is my God, the Almighty Sovereign Lord of heaven and earth.  I am thankful for Him.

To Him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before His glorious presence without fault and with great joy-- to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore!  Amen.
~Jude 1:24-25







Saturday, November 4, 2017

Thankful that I can cook.



Yesterday I made soup.

I hadn't made soup for a long time, but yesterday I gloried in the free-form art of soup-making.

I made acorn squash soup with green pepper, celery, carrots, kale and corn.  Earlier in the week, Shawn had grilled chicken breast, so I diced some up and added that, too.  I seasoned my soup with rosemary, thyme, garlic, a dash of onion powder, and some cayenne.   I didn't have my own chicken broth, so I cheated and poured in a box of store-bought.  Pureed, oven-roasted acorn squash gave flavor, color and body to the stock.

In the end, it lacked something, but when I sprinkled my bowl with a generous portion of parmesan cheese, it suddenly transformed into a most delectable dish.  Both Shawn and I consumed two helpings.

These days, I sometimes get a little bit anxious, being gluten free, when I eat somewhere other than at home.  Lately, my heart has brimmed with thankfulness when I am at home, cooking my own safe food in my own dear kitchen.

Speaking of which, my kitchen is a dream to cook in.  For this I am truly thankful, because the process of remodeling the kitchen was rather a bad experience, and I had given up hope of ever having any but bad feelings about the whole shebang.  And yet, these days I love my kitchen, and I love being able to cook in it!  Glory be!

I'm thankful that I can cook, and thankful for my kitchen that I cook in.





Friday, November 3, 2017

Thankful for a great find at Aldi!



I love this soup.

Last year, I bought a case of it, and I ate every last drop.  Sometimes I use it as a base for homemade soup, but often I just pour up a mug, microwave, and enjoy.  It is a huge blessing during a lupus flare.

Unfortunately, this delicious soup is one of Aldi's seasonal items.  This means that they don't stock it regularly or consistently.  However, since the leaves have changed color, the corn has been harvested, and the temperatures have plummeted, I thought soup season might have arrived.

All through October, I combed Aldi in search of this soup.  Fruitlessly.

Yesterday Shawn and I had a long, gray day at home.  He was banging his head on problems he was trying to solve for work.  I was feeling lousy and frustrated with my unproductivity.  After the sun set, we decided, just to escape from the walls of the house, to drive to town and pick up a couple of staples I'd forgotten to get at Aldi the day before.

On our way down the long, dark freeway, I said, "And we can look for squash soup.  I keep looking, and they never have it, but we can look again while we are there."

We arrived at 7:15 p.m.  The parking lot was deserted.  Shawn asked, "How late are they open, anyway?"  They were open, but not busy.

Our cart had two bum front wheels, and was nearly impossible to steer.  Nevertheless, I successfully maneuvered it into the soup aisle, where once yet again, I visually scanned the cartons of beef, chicken and vegetable stock, and broth, and organic broth, hoping against hope to find my beloved soups: squash and roasted red pepper-tomato.

Wedged on the shelf, between large quantities of other soup items, a narrow section darkened to the umber and amber packages of the particular products I sought.

"There!" I gasped, in disbelief, flailing my arm towards the prize.  It took Shawn a moment to see what I saw.  The price was not posted.  No name or label graced the display, if you could call it a display.

We quickly scooped two cases of this soup into our cart, and then added one extra box each of butternut squash and roasted red pepper-tomato soup, for good measure.

Yes, we came home with 26 boxes of this soup.  I had one box of squash soup at home already, a different brand from a different store (with a much higher price).

So, now I have 27 boxes of soup.  I am busy doing math.  Starting Sunday, there are 17 weeks until the end of February.  If I ration the soup at 1.5 boxes per week, it should last until March 1.

I am so thankful that I found this soup.  I could not even believe it.  My delight welled up like bubbles in a tub.  All the way home, I kept vigorously patting Shawn's arm and thanking him for taking me out, after dark, when I had not felt like leaving home.  I grinned like a goose, and Shawn shared my joy.

I am thankful for this soup, for a good supply.

(Confession: I might buy more if I get another chance.  Spring is usually here by March, but I grew up in Minnesota, and I lived in New York for 25 years.  I might still like to have soup in March.  Also, Shawn might want some...)



Thursday, November 2, 2017

Thankful for pink roses



On our 30th Anniversary, this past June, Shawn proposed a brilliant idea: we would buy a rose bush and plant it in honor of the day.  We bought two, one for each side of our very romatic garage.

How I have enjoyed these roses!  They've been blooming up a storm through the harvest, challenging autumnal leaves with their fresh pink petals.

I'm thankful for my roses, thankful for plants that grow by the grace of God, thankful for neem oil to spray for prevention of diseases and pests, thankful for a summer anniversary that makes planting rose bushes possible, and thankful for 30 years with my best friend.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Thankful for trips to see my daughters, and Northeastern apples



Today is November 1.  Thus begins my month of thankfulness.

Last month, I had the overwhelming joy of visiting both of my daughters in the Northeast.

At the beginning of October, we visited Laura in Ohio, and we went apple picking for her birthday!  She wanted to, because she said it reminded her of her birthdays during the Central New York years, when we often visited an apple orchard to commemorate the day.  She asked me to make her an apple crisp with the bounty, which was another joy, on so many levels.

At the end of October, we visited Shannon in Boston, where we walked over ten miles sightseeing, feasted on seafood, and bought the Empire apples pictured above.

Empire apples are not so easy to find, here in central Illinois.  They are tangy, juicy and crisp, excellent for eating and baking, both.

October, for me, will always be a pink month, because for me, October is the month when both my baby girls were born.  On Halloween this year, I donned a pink and white outfit replete with a pinkish-white necklace (faux pearls embellished with tiny, glittering faux diamonds) and my sparkly pink shoes.  I wore my outfit shamelessly amongst all the black and orange of the day, and my heart was light.

Red apple skin, white apple flesh, pink baby blankets.  My kind of October.

I am thankful that I got to see both of my daughters on their birthdays this year.  It was a luxury I do not take for granted.