Monthly Archives: March 2012

The Quiet

Spring Break.  A time for fun and laughter. Last night’s hustle and bustle quietened down as the night fell.  I slipped into the living room.  The dark and quiet surrounded my footsteps.

My boy camped out on the recliner, and daughter on the couch.  Their special time together watching movies and sharing giggles.  At this wee hour, both lay slumbered and peaceful.

I stood over my son.  Taking his first voyage alone.  Brave heart.  Godly soul.  Sleeps peacefully.  Dreams of adventures with the grandparents danced in his head.  Excitedly he passed out a week’s worth of goodnight hugs and kisses.  My man-child.

My daughter curled up in her blanket.  Oh, so grown up.  Given the opportunity to be a nanny of sorts for two of God’s children.  I pray for strength, endurance and patience.  She’ll need it.  Oh, my dear young woman….. so responsible, so dependable, so trustworthy……

The sunshine filled the sky as we gathered around the breakfast table.  Our Lent candles glowing brighter as we mark the half way point.  The kids both growing impatient for their separate ventures.  My heart full of mother dread.  I don’t want them to go…. selfish on my part.  A war of fear, worry and apprehension raged within me all night.  I prayed away it all.  God’s peace held my heart as I read His word and out Lent devotional.

The morning ended with goodbye kisses and hugs.  A piece of me tearing from me and attaching to both of them.  Waving goodbye, my heart sank into the silence of our home.

Quiet within.  The busy kitchen table stood quiet….empty.

A quiet whisper broke the silence…..

I am here.

I ran to my heavenly father’s arms for comfort and strength.  Wrapping my heartstrings around His word and found a peace in all this quiet.


Sluggish.  I woke this morning, sluggish.  My whole body felt heavy.  My mind foggy, groggy, and enable to think.




Don’t think so.

My morning prayer became a beckon for energy.  I was there, trapped in an unexplained heaviness.  My affliction came to mind.

Flour Torillias


Refried Beans

Corn Chips

Peanut Butter

Diet Soda

Vegan Junk Food!

That’s what I have been eating for the past few days.  No wonder I feel so yucky!  Isn’t it funny how the evil one sneaks into our lives tempting us within the perimeters of good.

I stayed within the rules of my Lent commitment but the temptation of junk food got the best of me.  Cheating without cheating.  I hang my head with shame.  So this morning, I had orange slices, raspberries, apple slices, and strawberries with a glass of water.

A difference made.

My heaviness lifted.

Praise God for showing my error.


What's Wrong With Me?

Okay, so I am experiencing some writer’s block.  I just stare at the screen. I know this happens.  I’ve experienced it before.  It is just really hard!  But, as always, God has a way to making things work out.

So, yesterday, I felt like I something was missing.  Ahem….. my brain.  I couldn’t for the life of me get my head on straight.  I literally walked in circles.  I had a zillion and one things to do but my mind wouldn’t cooperate.  Frustrating.

Now add some writer’s block into the mix and well….. basket case.  My hamster-wheel had lost a spoke….. and I kept tripping over myself.

So what’s a gal to do??  Two things…. first post on Facebook that I need suggestions to write about.  And secondly, go to Wal-Mart.  Just what I needed.  A mindless hamster wheel tripping all over herself taking a trip to the over crowded under-cashiered Superstore!  I needed two things: rocks and fondant.  See, I’m crazy.

And to top it all off, yesterday was absolutely beautiful.  Perfect. Sunny.  Weather. Glorious!  I thought the day should turn my way so I pulled out my sandals.  I love these sandals.  My sister-in-law talked me into these puppies.  I paid a pretty penny 10 years or so (more towards the so) ago.  Real Leather.  Nice. Comfy.  And as I recall she described them as, “They are NOT those ugly ‘Jesus’ shoes from the 80’s.”  Ahem….. I still wear those!  One of my prized possessions.

So anyway, I felt a little perkier and headed out to the store for rocks and cake icing.

Now remember, my hamster wheel lost a spoke.  And tripping was inevitable.  Yep, so I start walking across the parking lot and something seemed a little off.  I actually thought to myself, “If I had not know any better, I would say I was staggering like a drunk.”

I could hardly walk straight.  I kept looking around to make sure no one knew me  saw me.  I was all over the place.  I got in the store and thought, “What’s wrong with me?? I’ve had a little ear ache maybe my inner ear is out of whack.” I tell you I was trying my hardest to figure out what in the world was going on.  I took a couple for steps and realized, my toe was cold.

I looked down. Golly.  Guess I better head on over to the shoe department.  Now how in the world I didn’t break an ankle or a leg staggering around… is beyond my little brain’s comprehension.  But it was a small miracle.  I had to look like a sight!!

I slipped them back on this morning just so I could show you… my bloggy friends.

Ain’t that terrible? Man, I need to paint my toes!!  I’m so cheap!  At least, I can laugh about it!!  And I got new shoes to boot!!

Then I got home.  New shoes and without breaking a bone.  Praise God for miracles.  A friend answered my plea for something to write about…… something so simple.  Thoughtfulness.

Now before I go further…. go grab some tissues.  I’ll wait.  Go on……

My beautiful friend explained that an act of thoughtfulness floored her last week.  Intrigued I had to hear the story…….

My best friend for the past 27 yrs passed away last Saturday. I knew she had been sick but haven’t been able to get in touch with her in over a month. Her mom didn’t know how to get in contact with me so I found out through a mutual friend on facebook that she died. I wasn’t able to go to the funeral which absolutely broke my heart but out of the blue, a girl.that I had gone to Jr high with messaged me on Facebook wanting my address. This girl and I have probably not spoken 30 words to.each.other in our entire lives but she knew who Rhonda was and knew that she and I were best friends. When I got home from work Friday, there was a package here from her. When I opened it, there was the program from Rhonda’s funeral along with some flowers that she had gathered up from the funeral along with a note saying that God had placed the idea on her heart because she knew how much Rhonda had meant to me. This meant more to me than anything and like I said we barely.know each other. Needless to say…it was a real blessing.  

Isn’t that what God expects us to do for friends, our brothers and sisters of Christ?  To take ourselves out of the whole picture and anoint each other in love and thoughtfulness?

There I was in the middle of a pity party over writer’s block and old shoes.  When I read this story, I was blown away at the love this lady shared for my friend.  Only because she was brave enough to listen and follow through.


More beautiful and more inspirational than a new pair of shoes!

God bless!!

A Blast from the Past

I must be suffering from a systems overload.  My brain has sold me out.  I couldn’t think of a thing to write about today.

I know.  Crazy.  The queen of gab has absolutely nothing to say…..

So I reached into the archives and pulled out this wonderful little piece.  I hope you enjoy reading it.  I can’t wait until Lent is over so I can make one of these cakes!!

Granny’s Kentucky Stack Cake

Originally published on 8-18-09

When my Granny, Aline Cornett, passed away, I inherited some of her recipes.  While sorting through her recipe cards, I discovered she had a very interesting way of categorizing her cards.  VG meant “Very Good.”  NG meant “Not Good.”  The ones with NG would have alternative ingredients listed that Granny had replaced and improved upon the existing recipe.  Funny, all she had to do was throw away the cards.

In addtion to the VG and NG, she would write the person’s name in whom gave her the recipe.  She would even go as far as writing a little piece of family history on the cards.  It was very interesting if I do say so myself.  I hope to be as organized and able to pass down my recipes to my kids with family history intact.

I ran across a piece of aging notebook paper.  Across the top in Granny’s handwriting was scribbled, “Kentucky Stack Cake.  Elbert’s mom’s recipe.  Danny’s favorite as a kid.”  Now, Elbert was my grandfather and Danny is my dad.  To make Dad’s birthday special, I made this cake!!  It was huge and so heavy once it was made!!  I just knew I was going to make brownie points with this cake.  Sure enough, Dad’s eyes widened when I presented him with the cake.  He said it brought back such sweet memories of his Grandmother and the golden days of fall in the Appalation Mountains of Kentucky.

The cake was absolutely marvelous!!  The layers were like gingerbread cookies and the filling was fresh cooked apples with a touch of cinnamon.  The sweet glazed drizzled upon the top and down the sides of the layers were mouthwatering!!  Dad said that the cake his grandmother made sat in her kitchen for two days before it was eaten.  The longer the cake sits; the more moist it becomes as the apple juices seep into the cookie layers.  Makes me want to eat one right now!!!

Now here’s something interesting….. for some reason, I decided to google this cake.  It was an odd cake and well, I wanted to learn more about it.  So, guess what I found out…..  This cake is the traditional Appalation Mountain Wedding cake.  During the early 1800’s, ingathering weddings were popular for the times and the means of the mountain dwellers.  The bride’s family would provide the apples for the cake.  The guests would bring the layers.  This would mean if you were a popular bride you had a very tall cake.  If you weren’t liked, you well….. wouldn’t have much of a cake.

This is a delicous cake and I highly recommend you make it.  It is enormous but well worth it!!

Kentucky Stack Cake

Cream:  1/2 cup sugar and 1/2 cup shortening

Add:  1/3 cup molasses, 1/2 cup buttermilk, and 1 egg

Sift together: 3   1/2 cups flour, 1   1/2 tsp. ginger,  2 tsp baking powder, 1/2 tsp soda, and 1/2 tsp salt.

Add to creamed mixture.  Mix well.  Roll out as pastry.  Cut tofit 9 inch cake pan or heavy skillet.  Bake layers 10-12 minutes in 350 degree oven.  When cool-stack layers with sweetened highly spiced cooked apples (with cinnamon and sugar) OR applesaucecan be substitued if necessary.

For glaze:  1-2 cups powdered sugar,  tbls  maple syrup, 1 cap of vanilla, and 1-2 tbsp of milk.  Stir until lumps are gone…. to make thinner glaze add more milk….. pour glaze over the top of the cake.

Happy baking and God bless!!


Tattered it laid there needing to be mended.

Worn out.

Frayed beyond stitching.

How often do I say those words to describe me?


Worn out





Those words telling of my day.  Feelings worn on my sleeve.  My insides needing a little repair.  Perspective needing refocused.  My heart and soul demanding a bit of TLC.

The soft worn cotton given away to the sleep-filled nights.  Providing warmth and security that old quilt of ours.  Covered and shielding from the cold dark night under its worn bare threads.  Pulled up and tucked under the chilled chin.

Never once thought to be tattered, frayed, rugged or broken.  Just a provision of warmth.

Throw away?  You jest.  I say give it attention.  Pierce the broken areas with a stitch or two.  Gratefully rebuild security….. like the walls of Jerusalem.  Redress the shaggy rugged tears.

One of the soldiers, however, pierced his side with a spear, and immediately blood and water flowed out. John 19:34

Pierced hands no thimble can help.  Jesus, God-Man, pierced in order to redress us broken rugged people.

All those tears needing attention, mending, binding….. Jesus the holy tailor of life…..

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted Isaiah 61:1

Praise God, not throwing away.  Giving His holy attention to the





and Worn Out.


God bless…….