Topsy Turvy

That’s what happened to my world these past few weeks.

Correction: that’s what happened to my FOOD world.

It has been weeks (or months?) since I last posted, but I guess raising a little one has a way of pushing everything else to the back burner. Add to that, school, holidays, moving, and my own long-awaited blood test results – Well, it is too easy to lose one’s self in this messy life.

At my appointment early July, I sat patiently as the doctor first showed me numbers:     > 7 – 10.

Okay..?

Then pointed to another number:  410. Conclusion? Apparently my body really hates gluten. (As a result, my body had not been absorbing iron, despite being on iron pills for 10 months) She told me I have celiac, and to start the gluten-free diet immediately, and sent off referrals to a dietition, as well as for me to get a biopsy done.

But… no gluten..? I’ve already been eating mostly dairy free, because of my dear daughter. But now, gluten? What about cookies? Cakes? Pies? Buns? Beer? Finally, I found myself asking, ” Is this… permanent?” To which the answer was yes.

And three days after this news, we headed on holidays. So, I packed a tote full of fruit, gluten-free bars and tostitos and hoped it would last me the 12+ hours of driving that lay ahead. Every restaurant was checked for a gluten free menu. Even the family we stayed with, researched and planned gluten-free meals for the week. (Bless their hearts!)

My husband is a foodie. So I felt bad that we couldn’t drop in on some trendy cafe or local up-and-coming restaurant. But like all those with celiac or allergies before me, you adjust. You adapt. You find what works and what doesn’t. What restaurants accommodate, and which ones are like 20 years behind still. 😛

For the most part, it’s just fine. (And our holidays were great!) But I know at future social gatherings it will be hard. I mean, I’m that person that hovers around the food! I’d get a minor complex at buffets because I would want to try a bit of everything.

More than anything though, I hope my daughter is not celiac. I’ve heard it’s genetic. ( Do correct me if I’m wrong!) Maybe I fret over trivial things, but I want her to grow up being able to use her great-granny’s recipes; to eat cake and pizza at birthday parties; to eat out and not have to ask for an ingredient list.

All that said, once the days get cooler, I hope to find time to bake again. Get a feel for the gluten-free flours that work, and those that don’t. Because let’s face it, gluten-free cookies from the store generally taste like sawdust! (Thankfully, not all gluten-free bread does! I like the Spiffy brand)

My hope is that I can take this obstacle and turn it into a challenge. Can’t find what I want or crave? Guess I’ll make it! 🙂

Do you have any favorite gluten-free recipes?

 

The Sleepwalker’s Wife 2.0!

20170415_154140(0)Okay. I’m not new, and I’m not exactly better. Yet.

But, I’ve decided to reboot this blog. It has been years since I last wrote, plus I want to take on a new direction. While I hope to still share some reflections, I want to also dive into the world of crafts, upcycling, Pinterest and the like!

On a side note, I now have a little blessing that keeps me busy, so posts may be a little sparse at first! But I hope you’ll still follow along with me. 🙂

Looking forward to making some changes. There’s a world of possibilities out there, friends, big and small! 😉

 

Happy

There’s this song that has been played more and more frequently on the radio lately. It wiggles its way into my head, and I can’t help but start dancing. With a name like “Happy”, how could anyone resist?

I guess a part of me is striving for this, as the days grow brighter and warmer. But it is not so much a quest, as it is learning to live a life of renewed perspective; a life of loving the person God made me to be, serving others more, making time for the people and things in my life that truly matter. And I think, happiness is sort of by-product of that.
I don’t really know. I’m just thinking – er, typing – out loud.

What are some things that make you happy?

 

Spring Ogre

It has been a dry Spring.
My rain barrel sits relatively empty, my skin is itchy, my contacts occasionally drive me bonkers, and, on top of that, most ‘nice’ days are followed with a 30km/hour wind.
It has been dry for me in another way too.
My creativity juice. Inspiration. Motivation.
It’s a holiday Monday. A long weekend. An extra day of freedom! An extra day to do something GREAT!
AND, there’s sunshine and No 30km winds! A few wonderful hours to do anything; to sing, to dance, walk, learn, socialize, exercise, etc.,
But I feel headachy, and rather not excited about anything at this particular moment. Maybe sleeping in messed up my day…
Or perhaps I have the beginnings of Ogre-itis.

I think it’s time to roll this verse around in my head for a while…

Psalm 118:24
24 This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

What does it take, for me to stop taking this life for granted?
How do You recover from Ogre-itis?

How Often We Forget…

A passage that was read in today’s sermon.

Matthew 6:25-34

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?[a] 28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31 Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

34 “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

I think I need this truth engraved onto my heart! O me of little faith.

When you wake up in the morning, what are the first concerns on your mind? What to wear? What to eat? Money? That meeting? Job? Interview? Dreams? Facebook updates?
Do you wake up and concern yourself with how to live kingdom first?

A Passing Shadow

Psalm 144:4
“4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow”
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How  unexpectedly one might be reminded of this.  I’m wrapped up so tight in this life, I assume ‘tomorrow’ is just another promise to me from God. In fact, I’ve gone so far as to assume some extent of invincibility. Living like there’s all the time in the world. Living like this skin cannot tear,
these bones cannot break,
this heart won’t stop beating.
My dream in life is not so unlike that of those around me; to live a long, happy life with my husband, to have kids and grandkids and great-grandkids; to love and laugh, and not pass on until I am well advanced in years…

Confession time.
Death scares the bejeebies out of me. It overwhelms me, sends my head spinning and my heart somersaulting. Family in the hospital, a car accident that almost happened ( or could have been much worse), an unexpected phone call, etc. Diseases, trials, accidents, murder…
As Gandalf once said, ” It’s a dangerous business, walking out one’s front door.”
How easily I forget that the Lord has promised us so much more than this fleeting life!
John 14:1-7 ~ 14 “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God;[a] believe also in me. 2 In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?[b] 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. 4 And you know the way to where I am going.”[c] 5 Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” 6 Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 7 If you had known me, you would have known my Father also.[d] From now on you do know him and have seen him.”

I hang on to my dreams and plans more fiercely then I hang on to Christ. Even when we’ve been promised so much more!
We need Christ.
What pulls us up from rock-bottom? What gives us purpose when all our personal endeavors have led us nowhere? When our dreams have been shattered? Who else shows us the way when we’ve been running in circles for so long?
It occurred to me the other day that, if God revealed to me that certain desires of mine would never come to be, my first reaction would be anger.
Which then caused me to ask myself,
On what foundation have I been building my faith?
On the hope that I will someday get what I want?
I don’t want to live afraid of life. Or live life afraid of death. I don’t want to balance my life on frail hopes and dreams, only to have it come crashing down in a thunderous Boom!
I want to build life on Christ the solid rock.
I need to.

Mud and Guilt

It’s a rather vague memory, but it’s there. At a relative’s farm; it was early spring. Mucky, muddy, slushy season. And what kid can resist an adventurous trek through an enticing mud garden?
Rubber boots? Yup. One can almost see the ‘Just Do It’ logo hovering over our heads, as we cautiously at first, then gleefully stomp through the muck.
Ok, so I’m embellishing a little. Truth is, the image in my mind is of my young self – maybe 8?- standing on the grass at the edge of this mud pit, and turning around to find my younger brother a few feet away, his boots half-swallowed by mud. He was stuck real good.
So I did as any good sister would do, and reached out to him, encouraging him to take my hand.
He tried. He reached…
And reached…
And, well…
I’m pretty sure my Aunt put him in the shower with all his clothes still on. Poor lad.
Isn’t that how bad decisions go about sometimes?
We cautiously consider our options, tip toe-ing around the mud pit.
Perhaps it is not a good idea…
Then again… what makes it so bad? Perhaps there isn’t any real harm in it at all… And, just this once…
Funny thing is, we tend to be a moment too late in the realization that, yes, it wasn’t a very wise idea at all.
Not that children would be giving much thought to the choice that led to their muddied selves. Perhaps in this aspect, my analogy is lacking. I mean, kids and mud – it’s just bound to happen, right?
But can we approach everything with this attitude?
“Everyone’s doing it these days…”
“It’s just a phase…”
“Just curious…”
“Just this once…”

Perhaps it is just me, but the moment I realize I am trying to justify something to someone – or more often, myself – the Guilty light flickers on.

The more recent sermons at the church I attend, have put a lot of focus on kingdom-first living. And it’s a challenge. How does one go about that? How do we incorporate our faith into our lives? Or is it, how do we incorporate life into our faith? And in this aspect, my guilt is not so much a matter of what I’m doing, but rather, what I am not.
So, what now?
The question that is never completely satisfied…
But I feel the need to write that God is Always Listening.