Saturday, June 28, 2025

Strong(er) in June

 


How has it been another month already? Life is certainly flying by, but here we are!

In my strong(er) updates, I praise God for continued growth in strengthening our understanding of one another in marriage. We aren't perfect, and I think we are starting to recognize more and more how we are different, trying to work through those differences, rather than forcing the other person to take our position (an effort in insanity). We continue our work through The Marriage Devotional by Jennie and Levi Lusko, and that alone promotes good conversation. It also points out areas where I need to grow stronger in my identity in Christ. Most recently, we read about pride and the spirit has convicted me several times about my weak identity in Christ contributes to this sin.

On the physical front, I completed Nourish Move Love's two week Overload 30 challenge. I know I am not lifting as heavy as I could (because I am still running), but whew! That first week, I had trouble walking. This is for sure a plan to build strength! While I am focused on running and maintaining strength for that, this is a plan to bookmark for the future. As Lindsey Bomgren says, it's not about changing your body, but building strength for your 70 year-old self. I like that!

Spiritually, I feel in the same place. Maybe I should do more? Maybe I am maintaining strength? Or maybe I am still growing in strength (albeit slowly) through regular spiritual disciplines? I have heard several things lately about how staying in the Word does strengthen us to be able to recognize counterfeit truth when we see it. So many the regular humdrum disciplines are the strength? May the Spirit continue to show me the way, and if there is to be a different way.

And that's a wrap! (Maybe more pull-up progress next month as I finish another progression of the Nourish Move Love Assisted Pull-Up Plan? I am not convinced, but we will see!)

Eats and Empties (Week 26)


The Eats:

Baby back ribs (The Instant Pot Electric Pressure Cooker Cookbook)

Best barbecue sauce (Easy Vegetarian Slow Cooker) 

Cheesy ranch chicken casserole (Meal Prep in an Instant)

Chicken and rice with broccoli and mushrooms (Meal Prep in an Instant)

Easy overnight sourdough bagels (Daddio's Kitchen)

Fire-roasted white bean quinoa soup (How Sweet Eats)

Spread for bread (German) (The Flavor of Wisconsin)

The Empties:

Old apples
Jar of applesauce
Package of bacon
Two cans of cannellini beans
Box of beef broth
Bag of clementines
Container of cocoa
Container of cottage cheese
Carton of a dozen eggs
Old garlic
Head of iceberg lettuce
Half gallon of milk
Bottle of oregano
Quinoa
Package of pearl onions
Rack of pork ribs
Five pound bag of potatoes
Sushi rice
Two cans of fire-roasted diced tomatoes
White rice

What went to waste:   

Some ricotta we kind of forgot about and didn't use up

Monday, June 23, 2025

Afghan 86


I am finally starting to rebuild my baby afghan gift stash! I started this afghan under duress, having left my
current afghan and ergonomic crochet hook at work, but needing and wanting something to do to keep my hands busy. I picked this pattern because it seemed simple, and easy, and it was! This afghan worked up a bit more slowly than some others, due to the single crochet stitch, but I liked it.

I started out with the Red Heart royal yarn because it was all I had. I added the white when it ran out. I liked the way the stripes looked, so I kept at it. I think the navy and white have kind of a coastal vibe.

I used a different hook for this afghan, a handle into which the crocheter inserts her own hook. I had not figured out how to use it when my friend gifted it to me, but after reading and re-reading the instructions, I got it. After making an entire afghan with this hook, I think it might be my go-to for future projects! All in all, I thank God that this was a more enjoyable afghan to crochet this time around!

Hook: Size I placed into a Boye ergonomic crochet hook handle

Yarn: 

Mainstays white

Red Heart royal blue

Pattern: Simple linen stitch crochet throw (I Can Crochet That)

Finished size: 35 by 50 inches

Saturday, June 21, 2025

Eats and Empties (Week 25)

The Eats:

Banana bread muffins with peanut butter frosting (Meal Prep in an Instant)

Chicken and sourdough dumplings (Our Gabled Home)

Chocolate chip brownies (Meal Prep in an Instant)

Furikake rice krispies treats (Healthy Nibbles and Bits)

Perfect creamy scrambled eggs (Inspired Taste)

Roasted corn in the oven (The Kitchn)

Sourdough French toast (Heartbeet Kitchen)

Southwest stuffed peppers (Meal Prep in an Instant)

Tomato sauce (Italian) (The Flavor of Wisconsin)

The Empties:

Can of baking powder
Ripe bananas
Carton of Breyer's vanilla ice cream
Three pound bag of carrots
Family size box of chicken broth
Regular size box of chicken broth
All the remaining chicken breast in the freezer!
Frozen chipotle black beans (She Likes Food)
Chocolate baking bar
Cinnamon oatmeal squares mix
Bag of frozen corn
Carton of a dozen eggs
Furikake seasoning
Bag of frozen green beans
Six green bell peppers
Half gallon of milk
Two pound bag of mixed vegetables
Frozen mushrooms
Five pound bag of potatoes
Reese's peanut butter ice cream
Rice crisp cereal
Two cans of crushed tomatoes
Two can of tomato paste
Pound of ground turkey
Vanilla frosting
Container of whipping cream
Zucchini

What went to waste: 

Nothing that I know of!  

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Living Well


It is no coincidence that I was in the middle of listening to a podcast about longevity when my Granddad went to glory. I had also been talking to my mom about health when we last visited. She relayed some of the habits she saw people her age doing in order to maintain their health. I admired how she and my dad were trying to take a moderate approach: walking daily, taking their vitamins and supplements, trying to keep their prescriptions as few as possible, and eating healthy while not giving up everything they loved. I relayed how I now often drink out of plastic water bottles (something over which I once panicked), go out to get hamburgers (my husband's favorite food) pretty frequently, and buy foods that (gasp!) contain preservatives when I can't find other options, or just can't be bothered to look. Losing Granddad made me reconsider all this, not from a perspective of wanting to change any of my habits, but from the perspective that nothing can extend life forever. Living in a sin-stained world means we will all die.

If I am going to die, though, I want to live well. Granddad did that. He exercised, walking and doing calisthenics into his nineties. Even from the wheelchair which confined him these past few years, he tried to engage in activities like bowling with his nursing home cohorts. Granddad took his vitamins and prescriptions. He wore hearing aids. He also ate dessert with almost every lunch, and when he could no longer cook for himself, he ate the food his nursing home prepared for him.

I think Granddad's healthy habits helped him live long, and that is saying something considered that he nearly died of an appendicitis in his middle adult year. He traveled to I don't know how many countries, and to most of the continents. He helped build the home in which he and my nana lived for most of their later years. He moved he and Nana cross country when it came time to leave that home. He cared for Nana up until the last few months of her life, which involved doing all of the household chores, as well as carrying her from room to room when she needed to move. He survived prostate issues as well as the removal of a cantaloupe-sized mass from his abdomen. He drove up until my parents moved him into assisted living, and then long-term care. He lived a good life, until he didn't, falling so often that he needed to be confined to a wheelchair and then lost his strength to walk.

Maybe it's morbid to relay the fact that Granddad's healthy living didn't save him, but I think that's the point. He cared for himself the best he could, given the circumstances, but that wasn't his life. His life was in Jesus. His live was caring for others. He lived well, not because he focused on some wellness regimen for longevity, but because he valued life and lived it to its fullest.

I was not thinking of Granddad when I wrote on my birthday that I wanted to reclaim my life, but that goal seems even more appropriate after losing Granddad. Only God knows the number of years we will get on this earth. For Granddad it was 94. For me, it may be more or less. Either way, I want to make those years count!

Living my life needs to involve some matter of self-care, but for me, living my life may mean that I actually get a few less years out of it, if living more years requires living a constrained, overly regimented life. That's okay with me. If I live every day to its fullest, I will have a full life. That's what I want, in Granddad's honor, and for God's glory.

So if you see me over here running races that perhaps aren't the best for my health, or eating one too many hamburgers, know I am good for it. If my body doesn't look quite as fit as I could, but I am taking care of it in a moderate way, see that this is not my top priority. My top priorities are loving God, loving people, and enjoying life, supplements included only if they contribute to the above goals.

Monday, June 16, 2025

When You're Losing a Loved One (And They're Still Here)


I have lost a variety of loved ones over the course of my life. Some have been family. Some have been friends. Some have been friends that felt like family. Several I have lost before it seemed like time to lose them. Some I have lost while they were still on earth. Losing the people we love is extremely difficult, whether they are still living, or actually dead. Sometimes I lose people to relationship struggles and they cut me off. Sometimes the person loses capacity due to a physical health issue (such as a stroke that affects speech). Sometimes the person becomes a shell of their former selves due to a neurological or mental health condition (eg Alzheimer's or a mental illness). It's hard. It's still a loss.

In the midst of some of these losses, I received some wise counsel. "Who they are now does not take away from who they were," he said. Another time, he said, "You've done enough." Those words have stuck with me.

When I feel grief over "loss" of a loved one who is still here, I feel that I have lost all that they are/were. It almost feels worse that if they died, because if they died, I would still have those memories. Now, it feels like something else is replacing those good times. To the counsel I received, though, change cannot take people away from us. That includes both physical death and emotional/mental/relational death. We can choose what to hold onto. I am learning to choose to remember the good, and let the rest go.

As I learn to grieve people who are still here, I wonder if some of those people grieve, too. Maybe they grieve the decision that separated them from us, temporarily or permanently. If they realize they are losing cognitive faculties, they may grieve that loss, too. Or maybe they want to keep their mood regulated, but cannot. They may grieve the loss of their self-control, or even the personality they once had. They may grieve themselves.

Grief is a thing, whether I am grieving a person still here, gone to be with the Lord, or gone someone else. I can even grieve loss of my former self. Nothing can truly take away the past. I can choose to remember it. I can choose not to let today steal the joy of yesterday. I can choose to acknowledge the former good of a person, even if things are not good now. I can choose to see the person as good, even if they are not able to act good or be good to me now.

Sunday, June 15, 2025

That's My Dad!



"What's your dad doing these days?" My husband's best man asked when we visited. "He's always been such a hard worker, and so busy!" He said.

"Yes," I replied. "He is retired, but still just as hard working as ever."

My dad has had two major surgeries in the past several years, but when we visited him this summer, he was still out in the shed "knocking pistons out" of some engine. He was still mowing the lawn. He was still out and about visiting people. That's my dad. He values hard work. He is super smart when it comes to engines, and mechanics, and car and truck stuff. He has always been super friendly and likes to visit people and help them out. In just the few hours my mom and I took to go on an adventure, he had my husband out and introduced to all the neighbors and their menageries of animals, as well as to many of the members of his church. That's my dad.

We all have some idiosyncrasies. My dad does, too, but after nearly losing him, and then having him experience a second surgery that could have constrained him to an inactive life, I am so thankful to witness my dad out and about living his life. What a gift from God, and thank you, Lord! I love you, Dad!

Happy Father's Day!

Saturday, June 14, 2025

Eats and Empties (Week 24)

The Eats:

Chocolate sourdough bread (Jesha's Bakery)

Chunky brown vegetable lentil soup (Hummusapien)

Corn on the cob (Love and Lemons)

Loaded vegetable goulash (Meal Prep in an Instant)

Onion sauce (The Flavor of Wisconsin)

The Empties:

Fresh cantaloupe
Can of diced tomatoes
Two pound bag of shredded cheese
Celery
Box of chicken broth
Cocoa
Old garlic
Two bags of frozen green beans
One green pepper
Italian seasoning
Crispy jalapeno pieces
Jar of mayonnaise
Half gallon of milk
Frozen onions
Three pound bag of fresh onions
Container of dried parsley
Container of peanut butter filled pretzels
Five pound bag of potatoes
Head of romaine lettuce
Frozen spinach
Can of diced tomatoes
Pound of ground turkey

What went to waste:   

Nothing that I know of!

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Real Life Marriage: The Honeymoon Year (Six Years In)


We finally had our honeymoon year...well, kind of. When we got married, we planned to change nothing for a year, so as to establish ourselves and give our marriage a good foundation. Instead, within six months of getting married, we bought a condo, quit our jobs, and moved to a new city. My husband started back to school for his four year degree (that spoiler alert, took five), and we lived that nose-to-the-grindstone life for most of our early marriage. Now at year six, it feels like we have finally hit our sweet spot.

This past year was not all sweet, however, and certainly not without change. It took a while for my husband to get moved to full-time employment. My parents moved out of state. We lost loved ones. The first six months of our first year sans school were hard. We navigated chores; social, political, and work obligations, and more. We didn't get to travel much. We missed our friends and family. I, at least, felt very disconnected and a bit of despair. I was not ready to give up. (I can't, after all, both because we have a covenant marriage, and because I believe in sticking things out.) I was not, however, sure if, or when, things would get better.

Somehow, though, in the spring of this year, the state of our marriage started to improve. I don't know if it was speaking up about how I felt, prioritizing date time, or the long road trips we took together, or what, but the past few months have been sweet, not perfect, but sweet.

We have dreamed. We have talked. We have traveled. We have eaten a lot of good food. God has been gracious to help us navigate and resolve conflicts more quickly. I don't think I have spiraled too far or for too long (as I have been want to do in the past). Praise the Lord, our relationship has been more good than not.

We still have our disputes, and many a thing to figure out. I continue to discover over and over again how very different my husband and I are. Change will certainly come, but we trust in the God who changes not to lead us. We thank God that, at least for a little while, we got to experience the extra-sweetness of a year together without change, and we look forward to many more years together, Lord willing.

Sunday, June 8, 2025

The Last One



God often ministers to my heart through music. The day after my granddad died, the song I woke up was,"The Wise Man Built His House:"

The wise man built his house upon the Rock,
The wise man built his house upon the Rock,
The wise man built his house upon the Rock...
[And] the house on the Rock stood firm.

(Omley, 1948).

Granddad was our last living grandparent (at least on my side of the family). Losing him was sobering, not only because of his personal loss, but because of the loss of our last tie to that generation. As I considered this loss, though, I realized that it does not have to be final. We who know Jesus will see Granddad again in heaven, and we who are living have the opportunity to carry on his legacy.

Granddad read and studied his Bible daily. It was he who started our family on a read through the Bible in a year plan. Although I don't personally follow this, I did get my start on the amended plan Granddad made just for us kids when we were growing up. 

Granddad prayed, not just daily, but unceasingly. He had to give up more and more of his possessions as he transitioned into needing more and more care, but what he kept was his pictures. He would look through them time and time again. While he could not correctly name all the faces, on my last visit, he told me about how he prayed for those people. I believe him! 

My mom is a prayer warrior, having taken part in corporate prayer through Moms in Prayer for years. She still participates in that ministry, and often brings others into it. Although I am not a mom and not part of that group, I try to maintain a weekly time devoted to more intense prayer. Recognizing the link to my granddad motivates me to Lord willing, keep that up.

Granddad and Nana were married over fifty years. After Nana died in 2015, Granddad never remarried. In fact, I think he wore his wedding ring right up to the end (as did she). While I know their marriage was not perfect, they set an example of commitment for all of us who follow behind them. Staying married honors God and honors them.

There are other things that live on past Granddad and Nana, too. My little brother plays the flute, as Granddad did. My mom plays the piano, as Nana did. We have stories and photos left behind from my granddad's aviation adventures, as well as some Waorani/Auca spears he got when he met members of the tribe who killed five missionaries before coming to know Jesus. I was blessed to get the stone from the ring with which my Granddad proposed, the stone that my nana wore all through her marriage. Granddad's tidiness and fastidiousness lives on in several of us, but I will only call out myself. None of us are Granddad, but together, through all of us, he lives on.

Granddad lives on not because of any certain health or even spiritual habits. He lives on because he built his house on the Rock of Jesus Christ. Ultimately, Jesus is and will be the last one. He was the last sacrifice for sin (English Standard Version, 2016, Hebrews 10:10). He is timeless, the first and the last (English Standard Version, 2016, Revelation 1:17). Granddad's life pointed us to Him, and for that, I will be forever grateful!


References:


English Standard Version. (2019). Bible Gateway. https://www.biblegateway.com/versions/English-Standard-Version-ESV-Bible/#copy


Omley, A. (1948). The wise man built his house. Timeless truths. https://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Wise_Man_and_the_Foolish_Man/


Saturday, June 7, 2025

A Tribute to My Granddad


My granddad was a great navigator, able to read the clouds and move around and through storms, able to locate and set down a small Helio plane on tiny mountain airstrips. And now he’s home, the direction his heart has always pointed.

Granddad grew up an athlete. He wanted to run in college, but when that dream failed due to struggles with illness, he attended Bible school instead. He dreamed of becoming a pilot, but couldn’t enter the Air Force because of his susceptibility to bronchitis. He committed his life to full-time Christian service, believing that he belonged to the Lord, and that if the Lord wanted his dreams to happen, they would.

Granddad met my nana at a Wycliffe school in Norman, Oklahoma. He didn’t pursue her before first asking her age. Gentleman that he was, he wanted to make sure he was being appropriate in his pursuit. He spent further time with Nana at Jungle Camp in Mexico and there proposed to her. Nana’s mom, Sarah (my namesake) gave him her diamond for Nana’s engagement ring. God did provide for Granddad to become a pilot. Wycliffe needed jungle pilots and Granddad became the only pilot Wycliffe ever paid to train.

Granddad was circling for a while. I noticed in Thanksgiving 2022 when I called him on the phone. He kept repeating himself, but he was repeating over and over that we should thank the Lord. I could not complain. I knew he was slipping when he called my cell phone and talked to me like my mom, his daughter. He did not quite get details of my life right when he realized who he was talking to, but he remembered my husband's career, and that made me smile.

I saw him last December 28, 2023. He was sitting in a wheelchair in his nursing home room. He did not quite remember who I was, but I think he eventually got it. We spent the hour I was there looking at family photos. He got several names wrong, but still seemed to remember who went with whom. He noted that he liked pictures because it reminded him to pray. It was music to my ears when he read scriptures aloud from some of the cards on his dresser.

When I went to go, Granddad tried several times to lift himself out of his wheelchair. “I want to walk you out,” he said. I reassured him that it was not necessary, that he could rest.
As I turned to close his doors, I heard him say, “I guess I won't be seeing you again.” Tears sprung to my eyes. I was not sure if he meant on my current visit, or eternity, and to comfort him, I replied about the present moment.

“No, I have to fly home soon,” I said.

I knew that most likely that I would not see him again, though, at least this side of heaven and I didn't. He took a short flight home to glory on Saturday, May 31st, after a rapid decline in health experienced the day before.

Granddad is now a citizen a citizen of heaven. He has landed and is finally home. Though I will see him here on earth no more, I have confidence that I will see after I, too, take my final flight. Granddad trusted Jesus as his Savior and in part because of the legacy he left his family, I do, too.

Eats and Empties (Week 23)



The Eats:

Blueberry babka (Sally's Baking Addiction)

Coq au vin (Recipe Tin Eats)-Made by my husband

Easy chocolate pots de creme (Downshiftology)-Made by my husband
 
Easy homemade chicken gravy (Creme de la Crumb)


Philly cheesesteak pasta 
(Meal Prep in an Instant)

The Empties:

Jar of applesauce
Box of beef brother
Five pound bag of carrots
Bag of chocolate chips
Carton of 18 eggs
Frozen e
gg scramble (Meal Prep in an Instant)
Graham crackers
Container of Greek yogurt
Two bags of frozen green beans
Frozen 
lentil potato soup (Running on Real Food)
Old lima beans
A pound of mushrooms
Jar of Costco peanut butter
Bottle of red wine for cooking
Box of whole wheat penne pasta
Box of whole wheat rotini pasta
Tuna

What went to waste:   

A little bit of lettuce I had to trim off

Monday, June 2, 2025

Driving vs. Flying


I have not talked about it much, but we got a new car this year, not because we wanted to do so, but because the other new car we bought didn't work out for us. As such, we decided to go on some road trips this year. We have never gone on road trips longer than a day, and that was years ago, when we went to Colorado for our honeymoon. First we, (I mean my husband) drove to Oakland for my half marathon race. That was a twelve hour day, but doable since we had plenty of physical activity scheduled the next few days. After the race, drove seven hours to Big Bear. That was also okay, as it was only a day, and after I had exerted all the physical energy I wanted to for that time period. It was only six hours home the following day, and that was that.

This past week, we decided to drive to Texas to visit my family. That was a two day ordeal one-way: 10 hours the first day (plus two hours with time change), and six the second. On the way back, we did six, six, and six. All together, we were gone seven days, five of them being traveling days. We said we wanted to try some road trips and see what we thought. Well, I am here to tell you, I'm going for flying next time.

There are plenty of pros to driving. We can take as much luggage as will fit in our car. We can pack our own snacks, liquids and refrigerated items included (if we have a cooler). Driving may be better for people with immunity issues, as it exposes a person to less crowds. Driving gives flexibility (McCool Travel, n.d.). Driving is great for getting a feel for topography. Driving is great if we want to stop and sight-see. Driving is great when we just have one or two things we want to do in an area (as on the half-marathon drip). Driving can have a lower carbon footprint (if a person values that type of thing), but it depends somewhat on distance (Sunkara, 2022). In some cases, driving may save money, but only if we plan our drive for efficiency rather than some of the other above benefits for driving. In short, driving has its benefits.

Driving has its drawbacks, too. It's easy to overpack, which means more work before and after the trip. The length of the trip means a need for more food (multiple meals versus one or none when flying), which can increase cost. Driving can be painful, especially for those with certain health issues like back conditions (Regenerative Spine & Joint Center, 2023) or circulatory problems. Driving may not always be better for the environment (Sierra Club, 2024), and driving is not always cheaper. Our recent trip cost just about the same amount as it would have cost to fly, and that was with only eating out two meals over the course of our five travel days. (We packed a lot of food and kind family and friends we visited fed us the other times.) All in all, driving did not come out on top.

I have decided after this trip that in most cases, I prefer flying. I would rather fly than drive because it it one expense, versus multiple (hotels, food, gas, etc.) to track. I would rather fly because I don't have the mental burden of meal planning and meal prep for the road. I would rather fly because, although luggage rules are annoying, they constrain my packing and make me more efficient. I would rather fly because it means (in many cases) I can sleep all of my travel nights in the same bed (versus in four places), as with our most recent trip. I would rather fly because it gives me more days in a place, especially when that place is with family. Flying is also statistically safer (Smith, 2025). When factoring in the value of time, flying often comes out as more affordable (see, for example, the Travel Math calculator). In the end, I would rather fly because I like to fly. 

I was hesitant about these road trips because I feared how I would fare on them. All in all, I was able to stay busy crocheting, reading, and sleeping, so the actual experience was not too terrible. I did not hurt too bad, at least for most of the trips. I was able to get in early morning workouts before each day of travel, which helped my squirminess. The big thing driving had going for it in my mind, though, was affordability. (I really like to save money.) When it did not turn out to give us that much of an edge, though, and when I cried because my time with my family was too short, that was it for me. I will drive if I have to, but otherwise, sign me up for the flight.

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Blog readers, how do you prefer to travel? What pros and cons of driving and flying did I miss? Please share in the comments section!

References:

McCool Travel. (n.d.). 8 great reasons to drive instead of fly. https://www.mccooltravel.com/8-great-reasons-drive-instead-fly/

Regenerative Spine & Joint Center. (2023, July 27). Car driving and lumbar disk pain. https://regenerativespineandjoint.com/2023/07/27/car-driving-and-lumbar-disc-pain/

Sierra Club Redwood Chapter. (2024, June 1). Emissions from flying or driving? Which is worse? By a member of the California Sierra Club's climate committee. https://www.sierraclub.org/redwood/napa/blog/2024/06/emissions-flying-or-driving-which-worse-member-california-sierra-club-s

Smith, E. (2025, March 26). Driving vs flying: A comprehensive travel comparison. https://www.blacklane.com/en/blog/travel/flying-vs-driving-a-comprehensive-travel-comparison/

Sunkara, L. (2022, May 19). Which is worse for the environment: Driving or flying? Reader's Digest. https://www.rd.com/article/which-is-worse-for-the-environment-driving-or-flying/

Travel Math. (n.d.). TravelMath.com.

Saturday, May 31, 2025

Everything I Read in May



I am back to reading! Our vacation helped me fit in a few books, and after that, I made steady progress, helped along by a second road trip we just ended. I am trying to read some different books, more life books than chick-flick romance. Don't get me wrong. I like the happily ever after stories, but they can tend to pull me in to the point that I might get too invested in fantasy and not as invested in real life. Some of the real life books I read this month were hard, but some were good. And I still wish I read more than I was on social media, again, not an entirely bad thing, but something that I would like to do less of. With that being said, here's what I read:

28) A Promise to Remember by Kathryn Cushman—Andie Phelps and Melanie Johnston both lost their sons in a tragic accident. They are currently losing so much more. This book follows both of their journeys through grief and recovery from it. There is a twist in the end that involves Andie’s friend Christi that doesn’t quite fit with the theme, but I will leave that to readers to assess. Although maybe not the most memorable books I’ve read, this is still a good one. The reminders about God’s forgiveness and salvation, however, are worthy promises they endure.

29) Finding Me by Kathryn Cushman—Kelli Huddleston starts a journal entitled “Finding Kelli” after losing her father and stepmother in a car crash. In the wake of their deaths, though, she discovers that all she knows of herself might be false. She takes a cross-country road trip to explore links to truth, renaming her journal, “Finding Me.” This book had me intrigued, near tears, and rejoicing. The gospel message is not quite as strong as in A Promise to Remember, but it is there, and let me tell you, this is a story to remember.

30) The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry by John Mark Comer—This is a good book, one about accepting and living within limits. The practices of silence and solitude, Sabbath, simplicity, and slowing are good ones—ones I don’t know I can fully practice, but as Comer states, they’re about practice, not arriving. The goal is Jesus, and apprenticeship under Him. Ultimately, that’s what eliminating hurry is about, living in the present with Jesus and who He made us to be. I can get behind that, and I also do see the cost, at least in a worldly sense.

31) Fading Starlight by Kathryn Cushman—Lauren Summers has an eye for fashion design, and an internship to help her get her foot in the door for a career, that is until a new starlet has a “wardrobe malfunction” that ruins everything. Lauren becomes the fall girl and hides to stay out of the limelight. Her new “job” designing costumes for a high school theater production is hard work, and her neighbor Charlotte Montgomery is even harder. Lauren keeps hearing the scripture, “Be careful not to make a treaty with those who live in the land,” and does not really know what it means, that is until the end of the story. This book has a little bit of mystery and intrigue, some history, a dash of romance, and a lot of perseverance and hard work and listening to the Lord. I liked this book!

32) Another Dawn by Kathryn Cushman—Readers return to Shoal Creek (also the setting for Waiting for Daybreak) as Grace Graham faces her family and an onslaught of health issues. Grace has always run from problems, but can she now stay put? Can she learn to trust God and others? The author's pharmacist past definitely informs the portrayal of a measles outbreak in this story, as well as the discussion of vaccines. All in all, though, it is a great story about facing fears, forgiveness, and learning to love others, especially when their viewpoints differ from one's own. I enjoyed this book!

33) Untangle Your Emotions: Naming What You Feel and Knowing What to Do About It by Jennie Allen—This is by far one of the best books about emotions by a lay person that I have read. In it, author, Bible teacher, and speaker Jennie Allen not only vulnerably shares her own struggles with emotions, but also makes a case for emotions not as good or bad, but as gifts from God to help people connect with God and with others. Allen presents practical and professional solutions for untangling emotions, and provides hope that this untangling is possible, maybe not completely, but in a way that can connect and enrich life. I highly recommend this book to lay people and professionals alike. It provides both a strong and accessible theology of emotions, one from which I think every person can benefit!

34) Me Time: The Self-Care Guide That Transforms You from Surviving to Thriving by Jessica Sanders—Written by a social worker, this is an accessible book about self-care, and more than that, about self-awareness. Sanders writes in a gentle and kind way, encouraging readers to check in with themselves and ask what they need. She suggests carving out time for self-care, and offers idea about how to practice self care in 1, 5, 10, and 30 minutes; and 1, 2, and 4 hour plus hours. Some cute abstract art and cutes make this a fun, easy reference guide that could be good for healthcare lobbies, and maybe even the coffee table!

35) Leaving Yesterday by Kathryn Cushman—This book was a tough one for me to read. Alisa and Rick are separated. There are not one, but two violent crimes (not described in too much detail, but enough). The characters fight lots of temptations, giving into some and resisting others. This book was a good, real, true-to-life, book, but a bit too close to reality for me to really enjoy it. It is hopeful, though, and hopeful in a real-life, consequences-happen way. Read somberly, I guess is what I am saying.

36) 36) Tender Grace by Jackina Stark—I had a hard time getting into this book. Written in daily journal style, it was good, and rich, but slow, and maybe that’s the point. It is the story of new widow Audrey Eaton and the trip she takes from Missouri to the west coast to reclaim her life and learn more about God and his tender graces. With some exposition of the gospel of John, insights about grief, and even some laugh out loud moments, this book has gifts to offer, perhaps to those in new life stages such as Audrey’s most of all.

37) Fire on Ice: The Exclusive Inside Story of Tonya Harding by Abby Haight and J.E. Vance and the Staff of The Oregonian—Written in 1994 by the staff of The Oregonian, “the first to report almost every development in the [Tonya Harding] case,” this is an expose of Harding’s ups and downs, from her early life, to her on- and off-again marriage, to financial struggles, to crime. Ultimately, it shows how her “husband” (in quotation marks because they were officially divorced) paid his friend and a group of thugs (out of Phoenix, Arizona, no less!) to injure Harding’s competitor Nancy Kerrigan, and hopefully give Harding a competitive edge. Harding gave lots of excuses to try to cover up her knowledge of the operation, but it is pretty clear that she knew about it. As the authors concluded about her potential appearance at the Olympics that year:

“Tonya Harding will be there because the man she married, and loved, and lived with paid money to thugs so they would whack the current national champion in the leg. Harding will be there because her lawyers threatened to sue to the hilt anyone who tried to prevent her from going.

But most of all, she will be there because she doesn’t know any better, because she doesn’t know what else to do. Tonya Harding learned very early that life is unfair and she has been told, over and over, that life has been particularly unfair to her. She learned that winning is all-important, that it brings love and respect and, especially money. She learned that violence is a way to solve problems.”

This is a sad story all the way through, and a cautionary tale against letting winning become the be-all, end-all, because when it does, it’s a fire that consumes everything.

38) Have a Beautiful, Terrible Day: Daily Meditations for the Ups, Downs, and In-Betweens by Kate Bowler—Another beauty from the prolific Kate Bowler, this book focuses its devotionals around caring for self and others not in the good days, but in the terrible ones, and finding God in the midst of them. The book contains devotionals for everyday hard seasons, as well as for Lent and Advent. Each short meditation contains a preamble, poem, and reflection question. It can be read daily, or in sections. Not every meditation hit home, but many really did, making this book get a thumbs up recommendation from me.

39)
Stones for Bread by Christa Parrish—This is a bit of a heavy book. Part fiction, part sourdough cookbook, and part history of bread, it follows Wild Rise bakery owner Liesel as she navigates her past, present, and future. Liesl's mother passed on to her not only a history of baking, but stones for bread in terms of a history of mental illness that left Liesl motherless at an early age. The book covers difficult topics like self-harm, divorce, learning disabilities, and heaps of grief. It is good, but hard to read, and definitely emotional. The recipes, well, they look challenging, but delicious! All in all this was a good read, but one readers need to read when they are ready to take a big bite, because it is a mouthful!

40) Thin Ice: The Complete Uncensored Story of Tonya Harding, America's Bad Girl of Ice Skating by Frank Coffey and Joe Layden—Another book about Tonya Harding, though not really with anything new to offer. This expose was slightly shorter than Fire on Ice, and still implicates Tonya Harding as more involved with the attack on Nancy Kerrigan than she let on. It also shows just how unprofessional the attack ring was, dubbing them “The Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight.” The whole tale really is what the author sets it out to be: a tragedy of misplaced aims, affections, and agreements. How much about the attack on Kerrigan Harding knew will probably never be known. What is true is that Harding and her companions skated on thin ice and feel through, to all of their demises.

41) Watch Over Me by Christa Parrish —Fostering an abandoned infant brings Abbi and Benjamin Patil together, at least for a time. Sharing a few interests, but also diametrically different, they each wrestle with their own demons. Abbi struggles with an eating disorder, infertility, and memories of past sexual abuse. Benjamin wrestles with PTSD after fighting in Afghanistan. Then there is sub character Matthew Savoie, who struggles with symptoms of Alport Syndrome. This wasn’t a bad book, but once again a heavy read, and one that seems to wrap up a dark night of the soul a bit too quickly after taking up most of the book. If you choose to ready this book, watch over yourself, because it may bring up some stuff.

Eats and Empties (Week 22)



The Eats:

No cooking for us this week! We were traveling and came home to eat food I thawed out of the freezer.

The Empties:

Frozen bacon
Bag of beef jerky
Luker chocolate squares
Bag of frozen green beans
Five pound bag of potatoes
Bag of pretzel rods
Frozen spicy enchilada casserole (Meal Prep in an Instant)
Bag of trail mix

What went to waste:
   

Thanks to the freezer, nothing that I know of!

Friday, May 30, 2025

Strong(er) in May


It's been back to the "rat race" after our first vacation, and now a second one. I hoped to carry some of the ease and joy of vacation back into real life, and at moments, it seems like I have. Other times, it seems like I have just fallen right back into the rut of rush, rush, rush, and fail to enjoy life.

Vacation itself was a victory for our marriage, though. By God's grace, I did not drive my husband nuts despite spending almost 24 hours straight with him for four days on end (and a lot of that in a car hurtling down the highway at high speeds). In fact, I missed him the first day we went back to work. Being apart just felt weird! I guess we still like each other. We survived an almost seven day road, trip, too. Praise the Lord!

God is growing us in our teamwork. We tend to do things pretty differently, but we have been able to tag-team a few things. I called the doctor and left a message. He was able to coordinate with the doctor. I ask a question. He gets the answer. I prep for the company. He cooks for and serves the company. We have failed many times in our collaboration, but I praise God for each and every success.

The Bay Bridge Half was a physical victory for me. Praise the Lord for my fastest half-marahton yet! I think I *might* be making progress in my pull-up program, but I also want to be careful. Several men I know have tendonitis/tendinopathy from doing too many pull-ups. I hope not to get that! I continue to do physical therapy exercises, too. I think I now need those for both my dystonia and my running career.

Spiritually, I don't think I am stagnating, but maybe I am just steady? At least I hope so. I can't name a whole lot of mountaintop moments, but I seek to continue in my spiritual disciplines of weekly prayer time and dedicated Bible reading. The Spirit is showing me how much I worry on a daily basis, and convicting me to pray more. That is a growth area, for sure!

All in all, I am thankful for this month. May God continue to grow me stronger in him, stronger in the body and life he has given me, and stronger in my marriage, for his glory and my good.

Saturday, May 24, 2025

Eats and Empties (Week 21)



The Eats:

Instant Pot baked potatoes (Platings + Pairings)

Lamb and feta meatballs with tomato sauce (The Instant Pot Electric Pressure Cooker Cookbook)

The Empties:

Frozen easy sourdough bagels (Lion's Bread)
Frozen blueberries
Five pound bag of carrots
Two pound bag of cheese
Frozen cauliflower rice
Container of feta cheese
Two packages of frozen green beans
Green pepper
Package of sandwich ham
Container of Hershey's special dark cocoa powder
Ground lamb
Mom's pancakes
Raisins
Reese's bananas
Box of spaghetti
Can of crushed tomatoes
Can of tomato sauce
Frozen big-batch white beans (Epicurious)

What went to waste:  

Nothing that I know of!

Wednesday, May 21, 2025

Afghan 85


Another one done! This was not my favorite blanket to crochet. Something about it just seemed tedious. Despite not using bulky yarn as instructed, this blanket did work up pretty quickly, though. (Double crochet blankets tend to do that.) The ombre color effect was not intended, but rather a result of different dye lot yarns. (I have never had a dye lot difference be this apparent, but there is a first time for everything.) Overall, I am both pleased with this blanket and glad it is done!


Quick and easy blanket (Sierra's Crafty Creations)

Finished size: 31 x 40 inches (not standard, but that's pretty standard for me!)

Saturday, May 17, 2025

Eats and Empties (Week 20)

The Eats:

Bircher muesli (How Sweet Eats)

Egg scramble (Meal Prep in an Instant)


Lemon chicken with potatoes (Meal Prep in an Instant)

Orange sweet rolls (Sally's Baking Addiction)

The Empties:

Fresh asparagus
Package of bacon
Box of baking soda
Bag of beef jerky
Fresh broccoli
Two pound bag of frozen broccoli
Frozen chicken
Cilantro
Corn tortillas
Carton of 18 eggs
Dark Duo chocolate
Frozen garlic
Container of Greek yogurt
Old lentils
Half gallon of milk
Old onions
Orange
Pickles
Baby portobello mushrooms
Five pound bag of potatoes
Ten pound bag of potatoes
Head of romaine lettuce
Seventy-ounce jar of salsa
Sour cream

What went to waste:  

A few cilantro leaves, but I got what we needed out of the bunch and composted the rest, so only minor "waste," if any