What’s Really Behind The Art Of Hospitality {A Recipe}

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The day runs long and by 8PM I’ve washed my hands of all of this, baking and decorating, cleaning and preparing. I love Thanksgiving and it’s just a couple of days until then, and for now, I’m determined to just rest.

Tomorrow, at my MOPS group, we’ll gather at tables sharing a meal, and some much needed conversation.We’ll listen to the wise words of women who’ve raised the kids and done the homeschooling, and walked the hard line of early motherhood where you wonder if you’re really going to make it across the tight rope.

My feet throb from being on them and as I wring that cinnamon dusted dishrag out for the umpteenth time this evening, I close my eyes and count gifts. Children tucked in beds, apples ripe for the baking, chocolate ganache and a pot roast meal that satiates and fills. I listen as the water swirls right down that drain pipe in the sink–thinking how easy it is, in the bustle of hospitality to lose yourself down the black hole of perfectly made beds and spit-shined floors and windows without fingerprints.

My friend wrote a hilarious good-bye post to Martha Stewart and every time I think of it I laugh out loud for all the times I’ve attempted the ridiculous expert crafts detailed in her magazine, and failed miserably.

Hospitality doesn’t have to be monogrammed towels and home churned butter on the table. Sometimes it’s a Lego scattered play room, with an open seat on the couch next to a half dressed Barbie doll. Hospitality around here might mean October pumpkins turning themselves inside out on the front porch, and school books scattered across the table.

Tomorrow, for my MOPS ladies, it will mean Apple Cinnamon Oat muffins and Pumpkin Ganache cake. We’ll hunch ’round the table and share stories over coffee and tea brewed by the Keurig machine set up on the rolling cart.

I almost lost sight of this today, as I chased children from under my feet in front of the hot stove, and as I rushed them to bed, I nearly forgot what matters when it comes to hospitality–it’s always the heart behind the home.

In The Kitchen {A Recipe} Apple Cinnamon Oat Muffins
 
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Apple Cinnamon Oat Muffins
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Recipe type: Breakfast
Serves: 12

Ingredients
  • 2 Cups Qucik cooking oats
  • 1¼ cup flour (all purpose, spelt, whole wheat)
  • ½ cup brown sugar
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • ¾ teaspooons baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 Tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 1 beaten egg
  • 1 cup (1-2 medium) shredded Granny Smith Apple
  • ½ cup chopped walnuts or pecans

Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Grease 12 muffin cups (one standard sized muffin pan). Combine all dry ingredients.
  2. In bowl, beat egg, buttermilk, and oil until blended. Add in apples. Add flour mixture to apple mixture and blend until batter is just moistened (it will be lumpy). Stir in nuts.
  3. Spoon batter into greased muffin tins and bake 20-25 minutes, or until toothpick inserted comes out clean. Remove immediately from pan and cool.

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Things Around Here Lately

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Things around here have been….
A little crazy…

A little intense

a little messy…


a little, naughty…

a little inexplicable…

a little...je ne sais quoi…

And as a result of all of this, I need a moment. Maybe a couple of moments…. But I need to catch my breath, hit the master reset button and get my words back. I’m weary and dry. Empty. Parched. I’m unplugging a bit this week. A week offline feels like an eternity, but I need to do it.

But before I unplug,

Counting on to my 1000 Gifts…

561. The desperate need for grace, every minute, constantly…

562. the terrible pain in the bottom of my foot,(how you might heal it?) a week without running, forced rest…

563. Re-prioritizing

564. Late evening carpet cleaning, the not wanting to bother, but doing it anyway because it matters.

565. Children who should be in bed, but aren’t, listening to their naughty foot-falls and taking a deep breath before going up there…..again….

566. Dinner prepared that I didn’t have to cook… a break from the work.

567. Scripture read a hundred times that suddenly breaths new and leaps from the page…your living word…

568. Hard decisions

569. Feeling helpless and small, waiting for you to move

570. The always unexpected ways that you, Father provide. Always amazing. Always astounding. Always, Always enough.

571. My mood change as I count gifts…the discipline, and joy in giving thanks in everything…

572. A blog face-lift, de-cluttering…

573. Phoebe’s little baby voice, her crazy annunciation and little ways with words and inflection… how I will miss these days…

574. Early Morning rainfall.

 

See you Friday. Thank you for grace.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

 


What Real Freedom Looks Like

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As we celebrate independence, and consider the cost for which we receive it, I pray that you and your family enjoy God’s goodness and grace to the fullest this Holiday weekend. Prayers on your behalf that you know true freedom that comes through Christ alone, by his shed blood on the cross and that his hand protects and guides you always. That by believing in Him, you find the grace to say Alleluia in all things, knowing that you are no longer in captivity to sin and death, but are living in ultimate freedom of the one who broke the chains. Hallelujah!

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*edited from the archives, thank you for grace~

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