Cookies for Santa….COOKIES FOR SANTA!

Twas the day before Christmas and there were not enough ingredients in the house to make one Christmas cookie…at least not the requested varieties.

I don’t plan to be back on the computer tonight after my handsome fella returns from work and we begin the Christmas Eve festivities with the family. I’ve pushed thru to keep this blogging streak going and really hope to make it to the end of the year, so you get streams of consciousness this morning before I shut this thing down.

One of these years I am going to be ahead of the game at this point and not be rushing to the grocery store for one more thing on Christmas Eve day. But not this year, so…

Have a Merry Christmas Eve day and I’ll see you peeps tomorrow!

Don’t forget the cookies…Santa loves cookies!

I wonder if that Inn Keeper would have rushed out for ingredients to bake Joseph and Mary a batch of cookies that night if he had known WHO was about to enter the world?

He Never Forgets Brownies

This week God made my jaw drop! Sunday afternoon my daughters returned from a weekend retreat and my oldest told me she wanted to make brownies with me. She was also dumping some other plans we had made to spend time together as a family, but this was her solution. Spend time with mom baking brownies.

I didn’t have any brownies and she was telling me this at 11:00pm so I stuck it in the back of my mind…and forgot.

Tuesday I went to the grocery store to stock up on some things we needed to have around the house to eat. By then the brownies had been completely forgotten. I did all my shopping, checked out and went home to unload the groceries. I piled all the sacks on the counter, unloaded the things that needed to be put in the refrigerator or freezer and began the afternoon school pick up ritual.

Fast forward to dinner…

The handsome fella and my youngest had left for the youth group meeting and my oldest was helping me fix dinner. We were enjoying the time for just the two of us to hang out. We chatted and laughed and danced around the kitchen. Well, whatever you want to call it. Her version looked like dancing…

So, I began to take things out of the sacks and put them away. That is when my jaw dropped. I saw it first. A box I had not put in my basket. You guessed it…a box of brownies. I must have looked really surprised because my daughter wanted to know what just happened. That is when I told her that I had not put those in my basket. In fact, I hadn’t even put them on the list. Then we both had a jaw dropping moment.

Could it be that God put those in my basket? Could it be that He wanted to make sure we got around to making those brownies? Uh, well, they got there somehow!

I’m sure we could all think of a logical explanation for how those brownies came to be in my sacks. We checked the receipt and they were on it, so I didn’t steal them. It could be that the woman behind me in line didn’t make it home with the brownies she placed on the conveyor belt that day. That is probably how they got in with my stuff. But does the how really matter? Sometimes God lets us see how He orchestrates something and sometimes he doesn’t. That day I was supposed to be at that store and in that line so that those brownies made their way into my basket.

I don’t usually shop at that store. That day I had specifically asked God which store I should go to that day. I think He knew he had a box of brownies waiting to be loaded onto my conveyor belt! 🙂

Maybe I should start Fun Friday posts and keep my eyes open during the week for fun things God is doing. I’d love to hear any fun stories you have from this week!

Fresh Tasty Goodness

Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good;
Blessed is the man who trusts in Him! – Psalm 34:8

This afternoon the first part of that verse came to mind while I was driving and a conversation ensued. I asked God to show me what that means, the taste and see part. What exactly does that really look like? Well, it’s not like fast food. After that answer I don’t know if I went into pondering on my own, or if the thoughts that followed were from Him. Maybe it was a little of both. He wants a relationship so maybe He allowed our thoughts to run together.

I started thinking about fresh food vs. processed food and the way they look and taste different. One is brighter, crisper, cleaner. One is full of extra stuff we really don’t need or want in our bodies. One needs to be used up rather quickly while the other one can sit around in a warehouse somewhere for weeks or months before it ever makes it into your shopping cart and then it still has an expiration date weeks out. The thought of one makes my mouth water. The thought of the other makes my stomach hurt.

I imagine a fresh, juicy, crispy apple to sink my teeth into vs. a bag of shriveled up, dried apples. One just seems much more appealing.

I’m still in the process of pondering Him as my Source and getting to know Him as my friend. I think that may take a while…a lifetime. I started thinking of the ways we preserve our Christian walk and keep it from being fresh. I like a good packaged Bible study with DVDs and study guides all ready to go as soon as I walk in the store. I’ve participated in my fair share of the more popular ones. I’ve learned and grown from the content of each of those. I think they have their place. I love to read books written by my favorite authors that teach me something about Him I didn’t know before. I enjoy sermons and retreats and conferences where others have spent hours preparing so that I could come in, sit down and receive what they have in a 30-45 minute presentation. Maybe that’s the equivalent to Fast Food. It meets a need. It teaches you something about Him. But someone else prepared it for you. You didn’t have to spend hours on your own looking thru recipes, gathering the ingredients and slaving in the kitchen. You just show up and eat.

But what if to taste and see that the Lord is good…really taste and see…we need to do something besides dine on fast food. What if we need to do more than show up and grab something off the shelf. Maybe He wants something a little more organic from us. Maybe He wants us to walk in the dirt among the trees and pull down some fresh fruit for ourselves. Maybe part of tasting and seeing His goodness starts with a fresh look for ourselves. Maybe in those quiet moments with Him we will find something that we just have to eat daily because we don’t want it to lose its freshness. Maybe we will see and taste something so sweet that nothing packaged or preserved by those before us will ever satisfy the same way again.

Maybe there really is something to fresh, organic food after all.