Five Minute Friday: Vacation

I never know I need a vacation until I’m on one. The clutter of airports and city driving distract me up until the last second. Grab the bags, double check your seat. Even once I arrive on land, I’m still pounding ahead in my mind. A to-do list, scheduling, get up early, go to sleep late.

Then a few days in, there is always this moment when I feel myself fully relax. Maybe it’s an afternoon nap or having Wesley by my side all day long. The beauty and necessity of rest finally enters my bones.

It isn’t particularly deserved and certainly resisted. However, the Lord’s design for work, play and rest is perfect still. Where ever you are, be all there is word for the hard times, but so equally the truth for our good and our vacation days.

Have a wonderful summer, friends!

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Because of Rhubarb

This post has been sitting in my drafts for a few months. We just got back from Canada, the weather here is far from breezy. But a picture of rhubarb squares on my phone reminded me of this winter’s longing. So I’m posting away. That, plus a recipe.

When we don’t know we think something…

there is smell and sound.

The weather has been hovering between breezy and warm and all the birds are rejoicing. I’m getting outside every day.

And sometimes when I step outside I have deja vu of Spring trips to Ontario. It’s the brick and blossoms and white legs of winter.

On a walk, I smelled someone cutting their grass. Inknew that if I closed my eyes, I could be lying in cool New Brunswick lawn and someone would be setting the porch table for hamburgers.

This morning, as I write at the kitchen table, the door is open. A man in shorts is trying to paint the stairs on the apartment next door. There is a table saw running somewhere.

The sounds of working and living and suddenly I imagine the rhubarb cake I used to make when winter was a season that finally broke and things began to grow.

I don’t think I’ve felt this homesick yet. All for the sake of a rhubarb cake.

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Rhubarb Custard Squares

Mix 1 1/2 c. flour + 3/4 c. cold butter + 1/4 c. sugar in 9×13 pan. Press flat. Cook at 350 for 15 minutes. Turn oven down to 325.

In a bowl mix 3 eggs+ 1 c. sugar + 1/2 c. flour + 1/2 tsp. salt + 1 tsp vanilla + 4 c. diced rhubarb. Stir and pour over crust.

Bake for 35-45 minutes or until custard has set.

From the Shelf: Theology

KnowingGod

This book had sat on my shelf for several years and I don’t know if it was the cover or its popularity that kept me from picking it up. It seemed so broadly titled and so well know, I suppose I thought it must over shoot the mark.

However, it doesn’t. Far from a laundry list of attributes with a few Scriptures, this is one of the most pastoral and poetic theological books I’ve ever finished.

Packer is overflowing with Gospel good news and his passion for who God is, spills over into this piece. He offers an aspect of God’s character in each chapter and finishes with a final discussion of Romans 8, tying it all together.

This book is studded with hymn quotes and every chapter spins practical. This is who God is, we read, and this is why it matters in your life. 

My favourite chapters were on the wisdom of God (and man) and the section on adoption. These beautiful expositions added depth and practicality to doctrines I was long familiar with.

While reading, I have frequently found myself sharing things from Knowing God with friends. It is humbling, clarifying and God glorifying – I can’t recommend it enough!

Happy Birthday to You

My most favourite person was born 34 years ago today.

He’s a thinker, an adventurer, truthful and kind.

And although mushy is my default. And despite the fact that I could be mushy about him all day long, I think it’s worth sharing the pictures behind those words. This is the uncut highlight reel of pictures that make me smile.

I call it: The Real Reason Why I Love Him.

 

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Cooking gumbo.

 

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Blow dart gun and Kumquat practice.

 

 

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Happy as a clam.

 

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Eating rattlesnake.

 

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This is Wesley being Wesley (as his family would say) and I love him very much.

Happy birthday!

From the Shelf: Young Adult

alabama moon

Alabama Moon is a boy who has never been in a car or slept on a bed. Raised by his father in the deep forests of central Alabama, he’s taught to see the government as his worst and only enemy. But when his father dies, Alabama Moon must face his worst enemy yet – loneliness.

The following adventures lead him through a boy’s home, the clutches of an entitled police officer, and into the arms of the story’s moral. Friendship.

This book is cute and spends a lot of time detailing how to stalk a deer as well as how to butcher and eat a rat snake. What ended up surprising me was the innocence of it. Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve read a young adult novel, but when one is reviewed as ‘coming of age’ I don’t expect the main character to be 10 years old.

People came ‘of age’ a lot older back in my day. (Haha.)

It was a kindly story however and I enjoyed the descriptions of Southern terrain and quirky folk. Not to mention, justice was served with at least one person getting their happy ending.

And in a world like the one we live in…a simple, hatchet chopping hero with one happily ever after…well, that’s a breath of fresh air.

 

 

Have You Not Known?

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The word majesty, when applied to God, is always a declaration of his greatness and an invitation to worship.

-J. I. Packer

Invitation where His majesty is declared. In early morning bird song. A heated pool.

When supper bubbles and someone is there to keep the light on.

To worship at the baby bassinet or the side of a hospital bed.

This life is never outside the care and concern of His greatness and we shelter in His majestic care.

Art thou afraid his power shall fail

when comes thine evil day?

And can an all creating arm

grow weary or decay?

 

 

Supreme in wisdom as in power 

The Rock of Ages stands,

Though him though canst not see, nor trace

The working of His hands.

 

Mere human pow’r shall fast decay 

And youthful vigor cease,

But they who wait upon the Lord

in strength shall still increase.

 

They with unwearied feet shall tread

the path of life divine,

with growing ardor onward move,

with growing brightness shine.

-Isaac Watts

 

 

Mostly Muesli

My quest for a good breakfast continues and muesli – kefir – blackberry bowls are winning these days.  This recipe will also make your house smell like oatmeal cookies all day long. Just a little hygge for these last days of rain and cold.

4 c. oats + 1 c. nuts + 1 c. coconut + 1 tsp. vanilla + pinch of salt + 1/2 tbsp. cinnamon + 1/4 tsp. nutmeg + 1/4 tsp. cloves + 1/4 c. coconut oil + 1/4 c. maple syrup + 1 c. dried fruit

@ 300 on baking tray until golden (30 minutes).

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