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Shoofly Pie

I was warned by my friend to leave my healthy eating in California and be ready to experience Pennsylvania Dutch deliciousness. I arrived late on Tuesday night and drove through Philly to the burrow of Silverdale where every home looks like a doll house and vast lush green yards surround each one. I woke up late Wednesday morning in my friends homeIt is (a 100 year old farmhouse). I made my way down to the charming country kitchen. I was drawn to the window over the sink that looks out to the red barn garage in the back and small cemetery behind the church next door. I turned around to the kitchen table and was introduced to my breakfast choices: Shoofly Pie, Hard Take Coffee Cake and Funny Cake (with coffee, of course). Which one to choose?

With the echoes of healthy eating ringing in my ears, I choose the most “breakfasty” one- the coffee cake. Pie for breakfast? Long ago, in my teenage years, I must confess that cold apple pie was a favorite breakfast treat (with ice cold milk of course) but now as a full flegded adult the closest thing I get to pie for breakfast is doctoring up steel cut oatmeal with cinnamon apples. Anyway, Angela told me that the hardtack coffee cake was best dipped in coffee and who was I to argue? It was like a soft biscotti and yummy. I can’t remember if I tried the Shoofly Pie that morning or not, but it actually became my favorite of the three.

Shoofly pie is made from flour, butter, molasses, brown sugar, cinnamon,and salt, and sometimes nutmeg. Traditional shoofly pies are made with either a “wet bottom” (soft filling and crumb topping) or “dry bottom” (crumb topping mixed into the filling). Most of the ingredients will keep in the larder for the winter, even without today’s conveniences. Perhaps that’s why its history is such a long and fascinating one, and why folks who abstain from modern conveniences such as electricity – the Amish, for example – still make the pie. Legend says that it was these ingredients that survived the trip from Germany (I read that the term “Dutch” is actually a misnomer, a corruption of the word Deutsch, which means German.) and their ingenuity caused it,s creation. Like the colonists already in America, these settlers ate pie at any time of day. According to food historian and cookbook author William Woys Weaver, shoofly pie is still served for breakfast among today’s Pennsylvania Dutch. It is a credit to the McMcheal kids that any of it was available the second morning. This is good stuff. Wildly unhealthy delicious scrumptious stuff. It is said that the molasses caused the flies to flock to it. Whatever the reason for the name, Shoofly Pie gives us a glimpse into history, a time when fruit and vegetables were not always available from the grocery store and bakers were forced to be creative with their stock. The order of the day was survival.

Survival is important. We wouldn’t be here if the first colonists didn’t survive. Survival gets us through the tough times, the shocking times, the times that change our lives whether we want them or not. Survival is necessary but it is not meant to be the only mode we live in. Sometimes I think we get stuck in survival mode. The funny thing about survival mode is that after the circumstance we need to survive is over, survival mode can become unhealthy one. The same things that caused us survive, don’t necessarily cause us to thrive. Take Shoofly Pie, for example: it was healthy for the colonists because it helped them stay alive during the long lean months. In our current world, Shoofly Pie (although decidedly delicious) does not a healthy breakfast make. Today, we have refrigerators and grocery stores. Today, we can do more than survive – we can choose to thrive.

It is time to thrive. We can choose to eat healthy (unless on vacation), choose a job we love or choose to love the job we have, have healthy relationships with others and certainly have a healthy relationship with ourselves.

You can do more than survive. There are more options than those you know (your past) and those that keep you going (your habits). You were made to thrive. There is more available to you than just surviving your situation. Change is possible. It isn’t easy, but it is possible.

” I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
(Phil4:13 NIV)

It is time, my friend, to ask yourself if you need to change modes. To leave behind your “survival tactics” and learn a few new “thrive tactics” instead. It is time to look at what you have available to you and create something new. You have so much more than you realize.

We have the luxury of being healthy in our day and age in every area of our lives. You have a God who is willing and able to move you from one mode to another.

“I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”
(Jer. 29:11 NIV)

What mode are you in? What things need to change?

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On Time

I know, I know… I said I would write every day but a funny thing happened on the way to Philadelphia. Once I arrived I silenced out. Everything became quiet inside and I just soaked it all in.

Now, I am on the last leg of my journey home from Pennsylvania and the time on my iPad says it is 9:10pm. The sun is just now setting or maybe it isn’t because I feel like it has been setting for the last hour without releasing into the night. We are flying west and it seems like we are racing the moon, flying into the sun. As I look out the window of the airplane at the bright sky which I am flying through, I think how relative time is. Time is numbers to count moments, seconds to measure them, a record of the past, a way to plan the future. We fly through time zones and skip hours, set our watches forward and backward once each year. The illusion of time can be a prison or playground, a way to mourn the passing of, a way to grasp the possibility of.

Do I need the clock to tell me time has past?
Can I not look into the mirror or gaze at my child’s face?

Do I need a watch to plan my future?
Can I create a dream not dictated by it’s hands, but solely the hands of my Creator?

Do I need more time or do I need to let go of it all together and launch into the purposes of life without the expectations of how much time it might take?

Do I use the measure of time as a tool to transform reality into destiny or does it use me to mark milestones that are not the true measures of success nor a basis to build the future on?

As I fly into time tonight, I want to unshackle it’s hold upon my ankles. To run forward free from the fear of it, to shake off the shame of it’s trembling finger, to break it’s binding hold on my heart and mind, to see the insincerity of semblance of order and control when truly it is a man made measure and can not contain within it’s measure God’s true purpose.

Will I let that which man created to measure the passing of time sabotage that which God has created me to do? Does God plan with a watch on His wrist? With a ticking clock echoing in halls of heaven? Does He limit His hand to only work within the confines of mankind’s creations of a machine to order the day and the masses?

I think not. His purposes span the width of this palm not the width of the face of a clock. It is not too early nor too late. Let us not limit His desire to time span, let us not fall into a trap of futility by declaring that too much time has past to transform the horizon of our destiny or the course or our journey. Let us neither say that not enough time has past for His purpose to be accomplished. It could be a second or a century. I have no power to make it go slower or rush faster just by measuring it’s moments in words that make me feel in control.

“But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.” (2 Peter 3:8 NIV)

Do not forget this one thing…..

Time is but an illusion we have created to judge our age and expectations when God uses neither to establish usefulness or presence of purpose. Place yourself fully within the sovereign hands of God. See the ticking clock on your wall for what it is: a machine.

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I am sitting in a quiet corner of the Dallas/Fort-worth Airport on a soft seat with a useless power outlet next to it. Halfway home from my East Coast Excursion and the flights have been delayed all day. My first flight from Philly was delayed 2 hours and this one from Dallas to Sacramento is delayed four hours. It is the weather as the planes are skirting storms and such. So I am sitting in the airport thinking about delays.

I can’t remember where I read it or who said this, but the statement that comes to mind is:

“Delayed obedience is disobedience”.

The reason I remember it so well is that my personality lends itself to the analysis of everything. I am not an impulse buyer and I am not an impulse obedeincer. I know that is not a word, but it should be. Early on in my walk with God, I was challenged to learn to hear His voice speak to my heart and challenged to obey when it moved me to action. But I would not. I would analyze, do a pro and con list, think about it, debate it and so on.

However, on most things, when the Lord prompts you to do something it is because you need to move on it. Do it. Step out in faith. Very often, whatever He is prompting you to do is for someone else’s good and has a time limit. The opportunity will be missed.

I have worked hard at listening for His prompts and moving on them. When it lines up with God’s Word and helps someone else, really, how much do you need to analyze it? Worst case scenario is someone feels cared for and loved.

Being delayed in Dallas isn’t so bad. It only means that it will take a while longer to get home to my family. Being delayed in obedience costs a lot more- fear gets a stronger foothold in my heart and whomever was going to be blessed by it misses a divine intervention.

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Pics from Philly

If a picture is worth a thousand words, here are 10,000 words on the city of Love:

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I loved the city with it’s rich history, and beautiful buildings. There were moments of wonder as I let the spirit of liberty and deep conviction of all our forefathers fought for sink into my heart. The food was delish, the friendship divine and tomorrow we venture into THE city- New York City.

I thought I would do more writing on this trip but I am finding that I don’t want to take a moment away of experiencing it to stop and write about it. I’m just having too much fun. And while I’m frolicking on the east coast my husband took the boys fishing in the mountains on the west coast. They got caught in a freak snowstorm –

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All in all, a wonderful day to be alive.

Dear Diary,

I feel like I lost a day or two as in “Today is Thursday? What happened to Tuesday and Wednesday?” Part of it is the inevitability of not being in my own world and the other deliciousness of being in my friend’s world. We have done what good girlfriends do: talk and talk and talk about everything and nothing as it comes up, then talk some more. We have run errands together, dropped of her children at their respective activities, went to a baseball game and such.

I am drinking in the green green landscape dotted with dollhouse like old farmhouses and English cottages surrounded by long blankets of soft lawn. The humidity is high and the hot day was broken by an afternoon storm of gusting winds, heavy torrents and the sharp crack of thunder directly above the house.

I am missing my boys at home and appreciate my wonderful life in California but right this minute I am so very thankful to be Silverdale, PA hanging out with my girlfriend. It is a rare gift that I happily receive and treasure. An opportunity to see new places, and eat new foods (funny cake, hard take coffee cake, hoagies – this is only the first two days!). To take a few moments to revisit the past, catch up on the present and dream for the future.

And to rest. I think I shall go take a nap….

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The Sacramento Airport is quiet, spacious and full of light. It is new and clean with a steely modern feeling about it. The morning went quicker than I thought it would. I am glad I didn’t book an early flight. I spent the morning with Bobby and wasn’t rushing about trying to get everything together. I am relieved to be on my way and with no real agenda, I am relaxed. I think this is the first trip I have ever taken just for fun. My friend is flying me out to spend time with her. She sounds rich, doesn’t she? She is. She is very wealthy in the things not of this world. She is rich in spirit and relationships and faith. How did she pull this off without having a big bank account, you say? She prayed for months for God to provide a way. Then an flight voucher came her way and she used it to fly me out. We have joked about it for years, “Come over for coffee?” she would text. “Be there in 10 min“, I would text back. Wishful thinking as we lived on opposite sides our our great nation. Me, in sunny California, she in historical Pennsylvania.

I am about to board my flight to Dallas. By this time tomorrow, we will have had that coffee together.

If you limit your prayers to only what is possible, why are you praying at all? If you are praying possible things, look for possible answers. If your praying for improbable things, look for surprising answers. If you are praying for impossible things, be ready for inconceivable- to- the- human- mind answers (the ones that don’t make sense at all but are true, nonetheless).

Whatever you do- pray. Because God answers prayers- all kinds, the possible, the improbable and the impossible ones.

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Lay It Down

Go ahead, lay it down.
You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.
Your arms are meant to be wrapped around loved ones, not carry the weight of the world.

So many things happen we do not understand.
So many questions that have no answers, or at least not the right answers – the answers we want.

When things happen that remind us that we are not in control – a diagnosis, a financial crisis, a sick child, we tend to pick up the weight of the world and carry it around. We become control freaks. That is until you realize that all it really accomplishes is to make you very, very tired.

I know that many of you are carrying the weight of a diagnosis that has rocked your world, dealing with finances that are not lining up, or you have slowly collected the weight the of world, one item at a time and put it upon your shoulders.

Go ahead, lay it down.
You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.
Your arms are meant to be wrapped around loved ones, not carry the weight of the world.

Lay down the worry – it is a heavy burden made up of “what if’s”
Pick up thankfulness- it is the game changer of your day/life.
Lay down fear- it screws up your perspective.
Wrap yourself in worship- it warms your soul.

I am here to remind you that today:
“The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:4-7 NIV)

Go ahead, lay it down before the One whose arms can carry it and whose shoulders bear the weight without breaking. Lay it down, my friend and with your empty hands pick up the peace that passes all understanding. Because while understanding does not bring peace- His presence does.

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