I haven’t been around here much the past few weeks—but for a good reason! A NEW blog is in the works and I’m excited to share it with you very soon.
Pocketful of Motherhood isn’t going anywhere. I plan to keep posting here (and checking in with other blogs!), but my posts might be less frequent for a while. I’ll see where The Lord leads.
There are two passages from Scripture that have inspired me greatly over the years, and they both give a glimpse into the passion of my new blog.The first is from Psalm 139. The whole Psalm is beautiful and this portion is especially meaningful to me:
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be. -Psalm 139: 13-15
Over the years I have discovered the wonder and gift that it is to be made in God’s image. There were so many times in my past where I measured my worth against the worlds opinions. I was striving to be good enough. Then, Jesus opened my eyes to the truth that I am enough…just as I am. His truth ministered to me and offered me freedom.
The second verse is from Isaiah 61. I first heard this verse explained in depth when I was doing a Beth Moore study many years ago called, Breaking Free:
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.
They will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations. -Isaiah 61: 1-4
This passage gives me such hope. It reminds me that God can create good out of anything—even our messes. Especially our messes. He can create beauty from ashes. He can redeem anything. He can equip us as ordinary people, to do extraordinary things.
My new blog is birthed out of my ashes. And over the years God has been redeeming every part of my story; He continues to redeem. His is so faithful. What the enemy wanted to use to destroy me, God is using for good. I have forever hope because of Jesus, and it’s a joy to be able to share that hope.
More details to come this month, but I wanted to let you in on what I’ve been up to. Your cherished words of encouragement cheer me on! Thank you!
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted a recipe on this blog—over three months to be exact! Well, today my recipe hiatus ends and I’m excited to share this gem of a recipe I discovered earlier this year; it’s so good that it has a permanent home in my recipe binder!
Nothing compares to the taste and texture of fresh bread, but baking homemade bread can be laborious. Not these breadsticks though! They are buttery and delicious, even made with yeast—yet they are so simple to make and you probably already have most of the ingredients on hand. Your family will love them, your kiddos with love them, your friends will love them, and of course I think you will love them too!
They pair perfectly with any Italian dish, a soup and salad meal, or just plain and simple by themselves. My biggest piece of advice with this recipe is to make sure to use a cookie sheet with an EDGE; otherwise the butter will ooze all over your oven alarming the smoke detector to start screaming—that may or may not have happened to me the first time I made these. 😉
Yield: 10-12 Breadsticks
1 tablespoon yeast
1 ½ cups warm water
3 ½ cups flour
2 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
½ c butter
1. Dissolve the yeast in the warm water.
2. In a large bowl, combine the flour, sugar, and salt; add the yeast mixture and stir together.
3. Knead for 3 minutes and let rest for 10 minutes.
4. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Melt the ½ cup of butter and pour onto baking sheet (with an edge).
5. Roll the dough out into a rectangle, about the shape of the baking sheet. Use a pizza cutter to cut the dough into one-inch wide strips. Take each strip by the two ends, bring them together and twist to form breadsticks. Roll each breadstick around in the butter and place on the baking sheet. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese and garlic salt (or whatever seasonings you like). Let them rise for 10 minutes.
6. Bake for about 20 minutes or until lightly browned. Best served warm!
The smiles, the tears, the laughter, the exhaustion, the surprises — all blend together to to paint a picture of a journey unique to every mom. A once blank canvas gets covered in memories, adventures and lessons learned.
No two canvases are the same.
Each canvas represents a story. A significant story.
Sometimes as moms we feel small; other times we see our impact. Sometimes our canvas appears dull; other times its bursting with color.
The peaceful cuddles, the sticky hands that don’t mind the mess, the sweet phrases that make the sun peek through grey clouds — refresh our canvas with life.
It’s no wonder we often say that our kids are our world — their fingerprints fill every nook and cranny of the canvas. They forever change us. They give us a reason to get up every morning, shower or no shower, and embrace the awaiting day.
They need us. And the Great Artist knows that we need them too, because sometimes they are our greatest teachers.
The canvas of motherhood is ever emerging; each brush stroke weaves together, creating a picture that is a part of a greater story.
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