Saturday, July 20, 2013

Carley's Married.

My sweet friend, Carley, married Josh this evening. It was a beautiful and simple ceremony and reception. Lots of family and friends. Lots of laughter and happy tears. Congrats, Car and Josh!

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Thursday, May 2, 2013

8 years old today!

This girl. She's no longer 7. Happy 8th birthday, sweet girl!


Thursday, April 11, 2013

gf cheez-its.

Today was kind of a strange one. I woke up with a bloody nose, I worked a 3.5 hour shift, I informed a Starbucks barista that I didn't have time for him to flirt with me today, I was too nauseous to eat dinner, and then I made really yummy gluten free cheez-its. Now it's time to blog and watch Pretty Little Liar reruns.

Here's the gluten free recipe!
8 oz sharp cheddar cheese, grated
4 TBS cold, cubed butter
1/2 tsp salt, plus more to sprinkle over the tops
2 TBS cold water
3/4 cup sweet rice flour (or any gf flour)
1/4 cup cornstarch
1/2 tsp xanthan gum

Pulse all of the ingredients except the water together in a food processor until well combined, then add the water and pulse until the dough comes together. Chill the dough well; at least 30 minutes in the refrigerator or 10 minutes in the freezer. Roll the dough out as thin as possible; this is important for a crispy, crunchy cracker. Use a pizza cutter to make little squares. Lay the crackers on a non-stick baking sheet and use a fork to poke the tops of each cracker. Sprinkle with a bit more salt. Bake at 350 for 7 minutes, then rotate the pan and bake another 7 minutes, or until just golden at the edges.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Unjustly Embarrassed

Let's go back a few thousand years...

The horizon releases the sun as morning is breaking on the Mount of Olives. Soft wisps of amber, coral, and tangerine mingle with the delicate blue sky. A gentle breeze caresses the grass and wild flowers, evaporating the frailly placed dew. The birds begin to awake from their nap and start their lovely songs to welcome the new day.

The soft filtered light scatters through the leaves of the olive trees, creating ethereal stepping stones, ushering in a special visitor seeking the seclusion and serenity offered on the mount.

And on this particular morning, a special visitor does come. Jesus spends time in prayer with His Father. When He has finished, He leaves His mount of prayer unhurried, but with a destination in mind.

People from all around fill the temple to sit in His presence and to listen to Him teach. He sits in their midst, but is halted by a rude but not uncommon interruption from the Pharisees. They thrust a woman before Him.

They say, "Teacher, this woman has been caught in adultery, in the very act!"

She was seized from the privacy of a bedroom and dragged into the scornful eyes of the public. How unfair. How mortifying.

Was she clothed at all? How did they find her? Did someone see her solicit her paramour? Did they eavesdrop? Was this a set up to trap Jesus since the male counterpart of this scandal is nowhere to be seen?

She hangs her head, trying to hide the embarrassment turning her face red as she stands next to Jesus in the midst of the crowd. Every eye is focused on her. Her eyes fill with tears as hatred hardens her heart.

These self-appointed vigilantes of virtue continue, threatening to throw the rocks clutched tightly in their fists.


They continued, “Now in the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women; what then do You say?”

It is a trap. The Pharisees wonder if He will let her go, abandoning the Law, or throw the first stone, thus upholding the Law. All eyes were back onto Jesus for a few moments. The Pharisees and impressionable crowd are not seeking justice, merely some evidence to use against Him. The scene was only marginally about the adulterous woman; it was about trapping Jesus. She was merely being used and, in return, was openly drowning in her humiliation and shame.

Just silence from Jesus. Instead of responding, He bends down and begins writing in the dirt with His finger, ignoring their continued questions and confused stares. Is He making a list of sins?

The Pharisees and teachers stand there, steaming with frustration and spite.

Jesus looks accusingly at them as He stands and commands, “Let anyone of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her."

Again, He stoops down and continues to write in the dirt.

One by one, the crowd slips away. Convicted by their consciences, they stumble over their own feet as they backtrack. A flurry of thuds is heard as the stones are hitting the dusty ground.

Jesus stood back up to see the crowd dispersing. No one is near Him but the accused woman with tears streaming down her relieved face.

In His gentle voice, He said, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”

Still trembling and with a racing mind, she gazes up into His loving eyes and manages to utter, “No one, sir.”

He responds, “Then either do I condemn you. Go now and leave your life of sin.”

He smiles that glorious, forgiving smile at her. With more tears streaming down her face, this time of joy and relief, she thanks Him profusely as she turns around to start her new life.

John 8:1-11

Sunday, March 24, 2013

neither absent nor silent

But God is there - in the middle of our lives - and He is neither absent nor silent. When we are silent long enough, God speaks. It is then we discover that He was there all along. 

- Calvin Miller

There are numerous things about God that I can't understand, but today I'm particularly astounded by His immutability. God's love for me doesn't change. Even when I fail. That's someone I can surrender to - someone who's love is constant amidst my imperfections.