My Thursday Morning Muffin Top Experience Or “When God Speaks Through the Muffins”

muffinsMoses was on a mountain. I was in the kitchen.

I’ve shared recently that I’m living with my dad right for the time being, taking care of him after my mom’s death. He needs to be a healthier eater, but at 82, really has no interest whatsoever in doing so. I’m sure, if given the chance, he would live on Oreos and ice cream for the rest of his days.

Since he loves sweets, I do my best to invest in his caloric bank account by making things that allow him to think he is doing what he wants–grazing sweets all day, while he is actually doing what I want, grazing on healthy treats all day. OK, perhaps, I am that woman.

Today, I found a recipe from Whitney McNutt’s website for “The Easiest Gluten-free and Grain Gree Muffin Recipe Ever.” That is actually the name, and there is true in that there title.

Now, I’m all about easy, and I’m making gluten adjustments in my own diet, so I thought, “Why not?”

Off to the pantry I went set on my mission.

Bananas. . . nut butter. . . eggs. . . honey. . .  I got my things together and into the mini blender they went. Holy Cow! It made the most terrible sound. (Note: I would not recommend using a mini blender with 1 cup of any nut butter!) But even worse than the sound was the look of the stuff.

As a children’s pastor I’ve seen my fair share of baby diaper deposits, and I’m not making this up when I say the resemblance was uncanny.

Don’t get me wrong, the ingredients were all good things–unconventional maybe, where was the flour?–but good. I just couldn’t quite see how this baby diaper goo was going to become a muffin or twelve muffins for that matter. Yet, being the courageous woman of God I am,  I stuck my finger in the batter and gave it a try. Low and behold! I heard the angels sing!

So I dipped my finger in again–I even did the Naaman and dipped 7 times–just kidding, I don’t know how many times, but more than a couple!! Soooo good!

Here’s the thing:

Sometimes God gives us instructions that seem like a good idea at first. We are so excited to follow and obey.  But when we get going, things start to look a little, well, let’s call it messy. OK, maybe just plain poopy! It may appear like there’s no way this thing He’s asked you to do is going to work out.

This is when God gives us little encouragements to keep going, to trust, to try, to commit and to see it through to the end. When we do, it’s so worth it! It’s cause for celebration! You smile, you tell your friends,  you give God praise!  You are in awe of Him.  We don’t necessarily have to even understand it, we just get to be thankful for the experience of knowing His faithfulness and wisdom.

Maybe you are in that messy place right now. It may be in your ministry, job or relationships. You know God is asking you to press on, trust, try, commit and see it through to the end. I pray you will. Because when you do, you will know it was worth it, and then maybe, just maybe, you’ll think of this post and celebrate with a friend, some coffee and of course, some muffins!

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD.” Isaiah 55:8





The Lesson from Little Debbie–Taste and See Sunday

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Oh Little Debbie! She and her little cakes and treats are so tantalizing, so tempting, so creamy, chocolatey, and chewy. But alas, they aren’t necessarily the best food choice I could ever make.

Although they look good, they taste good and the price is right, they still aren’t necessarily a great nutritional choice. But do I let that stop me from picking up a box from time to time? No, of course, not. Because, well, because a girl needs some chocolate every now and then, right? And did I let that stop me from buying them for our preschool snack this week? No, of course not, because those little brownie hearts fit so well with our theme!

As I placed the boxes of brownies in our classrooms, the Holy Spirit reminded me of some truths about our hearts.

We tend to say, “Trust your heart.”

The Bible says, “Trust in the Lord with all of your heart.”

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We say, “Don’t be afraid to give your heart away.”

Yet Scripture says, “Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.”


And we say, “Follow your heart wherever it leads.”

But God says, “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?”

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There are battles that wage within my heart. They may wage in yours as well. Battles between my flesh and my Spirit. Battles in which the enemy speaks to me in words that sound sweet, sound right, sound justified, yet are not. It’s in these battles that my flesh cries out above my Spirit, and unless I take the utmost care to stifle the cry of the flesh, I will follow my heart to places it has no business going. Sometimes that is just to a box of chocolatey fudgy brownies, but other times it is to jealousy, unforgiveness, criticism, laziness, or more

In these times of battle, I am learning to not only take Scripture to heart, but to take it to my heart, so that in all of my days my heart will bring honor to the One I gave it to. In these times of battle, I gain greater glimpses of my love for Him, and His for me.

Taste and See . . . the Lord is good!

Preserving a Legacy–Taste and See Sunday

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My husband is a deer hunter. He would be a hunter of other things if time allowed, but during this season of our lives, deer is about all he has time for. In each year that he has hunted, the Lord has blessed him with success. Buck or doe, it doesn’t really matter, each year the Lord provides food for our freezer for another year.

We have always been thankful for that provision and enjoy passing on the blessings to others. Recently one of our favorite ways to do that is by making and sharing jerky. The boys and I got Tim a dehydrator a couple of years ago, and then one of them followed that up with a jerky gun! Since then my dear and I have been having a blast with our deer.

The thing about jerky is basically you are preserving it. After soaking it in a salt bath of marinade, we begin the dehydration process. When the jerky is done, it’s time to share, and so in essence we are preserving the venison, but we are also preserving a memory, a habit, and a legacy.

Giving and sharing–generosity–are things Tim and I want to be remembered for. We want to leave that legacy to our children and the children we minister to. We want to give back for all we have been given and we want others to know the generous God we serve, in part, by our decisions to live generously.

I have to be honest, it’s not something that has come naturally to me, but it is an area I have enjoyed growing in. We used to make jerky to take down to Ozark Christian College to share with our sons and their friends. Now that the boys have graduated, we find ourselves still making a batch or two before we head down that way. In fact, we recently made a new batch because we knew we would be seeing some of our favorite college students very soon.

Of course there are a lot greater ways to pass on a legacy of giving that sharing your venison. But on the other hand, when we begin to share in the small things we learn to share the bigger things. It’s when we learn that all we have comes from God that we begin to understand that He means for us to use what He has given us, big and small, to help meet the needs of others.

What kind of legacy are you leaving? What kind of legacy do you want to leave? As we head into the holy-days and another new year, why not take some time to consider the legacy you want to preserve and share. Ask God to show you how He might have you make a mark in big or small ways to help someone else know Him.

In the meantime, let me share with you the recipe we use to preserve our harvest and our legacy of sharing with those around us.

Farris Family Jerky Recipe
5 lbs meat trimmed into thin strips (beef, venison, steak, burger. . . )

1 1/2 t. black pepper
1/2 t. garlic powder
1/4 t. onion powder
1 t. seasoned salt
1 t. nutmeg
1 t. ginger
5 t. crushed red pepper (you might want to use less of this for a less spicy jerky)
10 t. liquid smoke
1 10 oz bottle soy sauce
5 TB Worcestershire sauce
10 TB Teriyaki sauce

Marinate your meat of choice in the fridge for 24 hours then layer in a dehydrator. Our dehydrator takes about 6-7 hours. You can also use an oven set for about 200F. Part of knowing if it is done is that there should be no pink in the meat. An internal temp of 160F is good, but it’s hard to check. Part of knowing when it’s done is preference as to how chewy you like your jerky. So at around 6 hours start to check it frequently.

Taste and See. . . .the Lord who provides is good.

I Don’t Like Spam–A Thankful Thursday Post


Sorry, it’s nothing personal. I just don’t like Spam. Actually, I don’t like very many products where meats are combined and compressed to make another kind of meat product. Y’know things like turkey rolls, chicken nuggets, weird sausages (although I do like a good hot dog every now and then–yes, I know “good hotdog” is an oxymoron.)

But today’s Thankful Thursday post isn’t about the meat with the uni-name. It’s really about that stuff that comes through your email. Don’t like it at all, not at all.

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However, since this is a thankful post and not a “rant about things you don’t like post,”  let me just say that I do like spam filters–ALOT. This thought came to me today while I was cleaning out my emails, after getting a little bit behind in the email cleaning out department.

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I like them because a because they help keep me accountable. A spam filter greatly reduces my willingness to give into a temptation. I still use yahoo for a great deal of my email, and my little spam folder fills up at an alarmingly quick rate of speed. When it does, I simply pop that spam in the trash, much like I would a can of Spam–there’s no need to open in up, no need to try it out, no need to give it a taste. I already know it’s not something I like, need or want. In fact, no offense to the good folks who make Spam, but I already know it’s not good for me.

So I just get rid of it. (Don’t hate me, it’s not like I buy it and throw it away. I don’t buy it. It’s just an example.)

It’s pretty much a Biblical principle.

Romans 6:11 reminds me I am dead to sin. In order to be dead to sin, I need to be alive in Christ and so my Spirit must be fed and my flesh starved out. Feeding my flesh on Spam is feeding the wrong thing for sure, for sure.

Or how about. . .

Matthew 18 where we are reminded that if our eye causes us to sin to gouge it out, or if our hand causes us to sin to chop it off. Well, it’s a much easier road to hoe to just not look at the spam.

Need a partner. . . .I already have a partner, thank you, and I intend to be faithful to him.

Enhancements. . . .maybe in the areas of giving, prayer, study, grace

Making millions. . . .I think I’ll keep storing up treasures in heaven

Drugs. . . No thanks, I’ve got Jesus, and chocolate

Whatever they are sellin’, I’m not buyin’.

And so that I’m not even tempted to shop, I choose not to stop by the store on my way home.

And when I remember that heading home isn’t just about the place I live with my husband, but the place my father is preparing for me, it makes the choice a whole lot easier.

So while I don’t like spam in any variety, I am thankful this Thursday for a God who continually gives us ways to avoid giving into temptation so that we will be ready when it’s time to go home–to a place with no spam of any kind!




Who Knew? Blue Jello and Bible Stories–Tiny Tot Tuesday

Naaman Jello

Seriously. Who knew?

Okay, maybe you did. But. . . on the other hand, maybe you didn’t. And, so, now you do. Or you will. Soon anyway.

I’m a food lover. Sure, I’m a little picky about some things, like, say, onions, for example. But, all in all, I’m a fan of food–especially as a teaching tool.

Holding fast to the concept that we all learn differently, it’s not only fun, but smart, to use meals or snacks to teach whenever we can. Using all a child’s senses to help them learn. Well, it just makes sense!

One of the favorites of our tiny tots is blue jello. The kids absolutely love it. Plus, it’s very rare someone is allergic to it, and you can use it with soooo many different Bible stories. (I wonder if Bill Cosby knew that?)

For example:

Naaman–Just add a Teddy Graham or Keebler elf and you are good to get dippin (7 times of course). We just did this one Sunday.

Jesus or Peter Walking on the Water–Same idea as above.

Creation–God made the water. Want clouds?? Add some whipped cream to the top.

Disciples Fishing–Add gummy fish to the jello for a big catch!

Israelites Crossing the Red Sea–No, we don’t use red jello for this, but you could for a lesson on the plagues!

Let your imagination go crazy and have some fun–at home, with family devotions or in your class or small group at church. It’s a wonderful privilege to be able to use simple, creative, colorful, and inexpensive things to help our tiny tots see the Bible come to life.

Who knew??

Hey Cupcake–Taste and See Sunday


Ok, I’ll admit it. I’m becoming a cupcake addict.

And like all addictive behaviors, I can’t explain how it’s happening. Seriously, I want to try them all (well, not the mocha ones). I Google “cupcake stores” when I travel, and for some crazy reason I am willing to pay $3 or more for one little cupcake, when I would never dream of shelling out that kind of money for a whole box of Hostess cupcakes (back in the day when you could still buy them). Last week, I spent two days reminding the fam that “we had to go to the cupcake store” before we left Spokane. Cupcakes were on my mind ALL THE TIME!

I’ve been posting pictures of them. Telling my friends about them. Sharing them with others. I’ve found a good thing, and I’m not afraid to tell someone!

So, pardon the pun, I’ve been chewing on this whole cupcake thing for awhile, and what I’m thinking right now is this: I will pay the price and I will seek out the store because it’s worth it to me. I love the way these little guys look. I love the way they taste. (Maple bacon, need I say more?) I love how the frosting is somehow creamy and fluffy all at once. I love the sugar. I love that they are portion controlled. I love how each one is unique, even when they are the same.

My maple bacon cupcake from Love @ First Bite in Spokane Valley, WA. (Well, what’s left of it anyway!) If you are ever in the Valley be sure to check them out!

Yet. . .
They are basically worthless. They feed my flesh, not my spirit, and even then, not in any particularly healthy sort of way. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think it’s wrong to occasionally indulge in a tasty treat, and as much as I am currently infatuated with cupcakes, I know something worth way more of my time, attention and money.

And that something is someone–Jesus. The Kingdom of Heaven, like a pearl of great price is worth everything I have. He’s worthy to be on my mind, in my heart and to be shared with those around me. Do I care if someone laughs at me because I’m cupcake crazy? No! Do I mind spending a few extra bucks for something special? No? Do I mind spending those few extra bucks on someone else so they can know the joy of the cupcake? Of course not. Am I willing to go out of my way to . . . ?

You get the picture. It’s incredible what we will do for something that means nothing, but how little we will do for something that means everything.

Hey Cupcake! It’s time we seek out the One who is sweetest; start spending our time with Him; and share Him with a friend whenever we can. Taste and See that the Lord is good.

Love at First Bite Cupcakes

Cupcakes from Small Cakes in Joplin, MO

Root Beer and Kettle Korn–Taste and See Sunday

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It’s a Sunday. It’s re-enactment weekend. It’s not raining. These three things in and of themselves can make me pretty happy, but to have all three together in one . . . marvelous!

In the town where we live we are fortunate to host a yearly Civil War Re-enactment. People who live here know without a doubt it will rain that weekend so we are careful what we plan. But a little rain doesn’t stop us from getting out and getting together at Rand Park to watch the re-enactors, catch up with old friends and get some great food to eat.

Two of our family’s absolute favorites are kettle korn and Dr J Fogworth’s root beer. It’s quite a big deal. I don’t have a big kettle korn story today, but I do have a few thoughts on root beer.

You see, we purchase our beverage in an old fashioned looking glass bottle, and then save it from year to year so you can bring it back and buy your refills at a discounted price.

And each April weekend, people come out of nowhere carrying their empty bottles in to be filled. Yup! I was there today filling not one, not two, but three bottles. I’ll be hauling them down to Joplin, MO, in a few days so that son #2 can enjoy what may be his last opportunity for some Dr J’s before he moves out west. (Sorry son #1, I can’t send Dr J’s to Russia!)

So here’s the thing:
Today I couldn’t help but think how our lives are a bit like those root beer bottles, meant to be emptied and refilled year after year (or day after day). I love how God fills us up just to pour us out into someone else’s life. We are to be in the business of pouring out, while He is in the business of filling up.

When we do that, really do that–pour our lives into others in big and small ways, it’s a cool and refreshing thing. It makes us thankful, it makes those around us thankful, and it, I believe, honors God and makes Him smile.

Today while I was out filling my bottles, next to me in line was a boy who needed $6 to buy a new bottle. He only had five. I was spending $9, and only had a ten. Exactly, pouring out. Although my offering to the boy was small, it was huge to him. I’m still smiling as I think of how he and his buddies couldn’t believe this “lady” was doing this for him. A dollar is a pretty small thing to some people, but it was a really big thing to him. He told me thank you at least three times (I’d love to meet his mama–good job mom!) and even later as I was leaving the park, I saw him again with his bottle of root beer and another, “Hey! Thanks again, thanks!”

Pouring out made me thankful. Pouring out made him thankful and pouring out honored God, and I believe we were all smiling today.

Taste and See–the Lord is Good!

“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,” Matthew 25:35

kettle korn2 Maybe next year I’ll have a good kettle korn story!