Today was the one day out of the year that I make time to dive into a much-loved family tradition of making my grandmother's sugar cookies from scratch. The recipe is called Mrs. Morris' cookies, although I do not know who Mrs. Morris is. All I know is this was my FAVORITE dessert at Christmas time out of the entire "treat train" my grandmother displayed on Christmas morning. Of course, I think of my grandmother, Jajo, every time I make these cookies. I miss her greatly, but enjoy the memory of thinking of eating these cookies every year at her house. I think there were a few times she thought about NOT making them because there were other things that people liked better like her homemade fudge. But she always made them for me--she knew they were my favorite. This is actually a tribute to both of my grandmothers, as Mamps, gave me the rolling pin that I used on the dough today as a wedding gift. As I was rolling out the dough, I thought about all of the times that my grandmother's hands went to all of the trouble of making these for us. I thought about my own mom's hands who had to year after year---fight little hands getting in the way of rolling out the dough and waiting patiently for Kayla and me to use our cookie cutters to make our cookies. My prayer as I made the cookies was that I could be a set of Jajo's, Mamps' or mom's hands to someone who needs a taste of Jesus this season. So to all of the moms and grandmothers who make sugar cookies.....Merry Christmas!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
scrunch or diffuse...
...pondering the questions in life that really make a difference!
The title for this blog was inspired by a conversation I had recently with a friend from college. We were reminiscing of the old days, and I asked her if she remembered telling me shortly after she met Josh that he was perfect for me. Then SHE reminded me why she felt so strongly about the match. Laughing, she said, "Well, don't you remember the day when he asked you if you have scrunched or diffused your hair?" That was a moment to remember. :) Josh has taught me a lot of things and he has shown me love in many ways. One of those ways is caring about the little details of my world. I had taught him one day about how we as girls get our hair to have that wave after a day of perfect straightness. Josh got the DL on the diffuser, and the competing process of gelling, spritzing and scrunching. And somewhere along the way of my stories with many details, he cared to listen and remember my possible morning dilemmas regarding my hair. This question in life really did make a difference because we ended up getting married! And he still cares about the details to this day. Something my heart really connects with and longs for--something very Godly. Because God cared enough to step into our world.
"How precious to [concerning] me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand." Psalm 139:17-18
The title for this blog was inspired by a conversation I had recently with a friend from college. We were reminiscing of the old days, and I asked her if she remembered telling me shortly after she met Josh that he was perfect for me. Then SHE reminded me why she felt so strongly about the match. Laughing, she said, "Well, don't you remember the day when he asked you if you have scrunched or diffused your hair?" That was a moment to remember. :) Josh has taught me a lot of things and he has shown me love in many ways. One of those ways is caring about the little details of my world. I had taught him one day about how we as girls get our hair to have that wave after a day of perfect straightness. Josh got the DL on the diffuser, and the competing process of gelling, spritzing and scrunching. And somewhere along the way of my stories with many details, he cared to listen and remember my possible morning dilemmas regarding my hair. This question in life really did make a difference because we ended up getting married! And he still cares about the details to this day. Something my heart really connects with and longs for--something very Godly. Because God cared enough to step into our world.
"How precious to [concerning] me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand." Psalm 139:17-18
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