Recently I came across a "recipe" in an old church cookbook
I was planning to donate to a garage sale. I glanced through it just
to check if anything caught my eye to make for supper before giving it away.
The cookbook's date was 1977 and although the hundreds
of recipes (99% contained cream of mushroom soup)
The cookbook's date was 1977 and although the hundreds
of recipes (99% contained cream of mushroom soup)
didn't get me to stop and make a grocery list, it was the last
three pages of "recipes" that caught my attention.
The three pages contained the homemakers wisdom passed down
in a clever, creative way which were then titled as "recipes".
These recipes created a hunger in my soul and caught my heart's attention
to want to "make" them in my life.
There was a recipe for "A CAKE OF HAPPINESS", "A HAPPY
HOME RECIPE", A RECIPE FOR SPRING, and another one on
"HOW TO PRESERVE A HUSBAND".
The recipe that touched me most was "PRESERVING CHILDREN".
Reading the ingredients brought happy tears to my eyes because
of the memories I have of summertime when my children were little.
RECIPE FOR PRESERVING CHILDREN
1 large grassy field
4-6 children (all various sizes)
3 small dogs (rat terriers preferred)
flowers
Deep blue sky
Narrow strip of brook (pebbly)
Hot sun
1 praying momma
Mix children with dogs and empty into field, stirring constantly. Sprinkle the field with flowers. Pour brook gently over the pebbles. Cover all with deep blue sky and bake in hot sun. When children are well browned, they may be removed. They will be found right and ready for setting away to cool in the bath tub, ready for praying momma to enjoy.
I have 2 grown children and 2 middles schoolers so my summers
are filled now with more travel activites such as baseball games or visiting
my daughter in another city.
But way back when, there was a different season of my life when I
remember my children as toddlers and we spent many happy summers
just being outside and playing at home. Here is a picture of
my 22 and 20 year old when they were 2 and 4 laying in a hammock discovering
a bug.
It is a sweet memory to me but also a reminder
of what was really valuable in the lives of my children as they grew up.
They needed to be children, --in God's creation, ---in fellowship with
other people, ----discovering God's mysteries.
Sure we did summer programs, swim lessons, and little league as
they grew up but I am very thankful, by God's grace,
He helped me give them times like these.
Since God calls me -His Child, - perhaps remembering this
simple thought is as valuable now to me as it was to them then.
I need to remember , I'm His child, -- in His creation ---
in fellowship with other people, --- discovering His mysteries.
Maybe then I will awake with peace, will love other people more
and will be filled with wonder
..........as God helps me see His mysteries each and every day.
My 22 and 20 year old children...on a recent trip in God's
creation....discovering God's mysteries.
