We made it! At 12:01 am on Jan 1, for the first time ever, Hindsight will actually be 2020. Hindsight means it is easier to evaluate situations when we are looking back at them, and with perfect vision (20/20).
2020 was a year filled with isolation, fear, skepticism, loneliness, tragedy, depression, addiction, brain fog, strife, injustice, sacrifice, and much more. We learned so much about ourselves and the tremendous strength and perseverance we hold in times of difficulty.
Turning the calendar to 2021 doesn’t change everything, but what it gives us HOPE. Hope, by definition, is a feeling of expectation and desire for certain things to happen.
Which brings me to my favorite bible verse from childhood, Hebrews 11:1 (KJV), memorized in the southeast Sunday school room of our church in rural central Iowa, the Carlton Brethren Church
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
It’s as if this verse was ingrained in my mind for hope then and for this very moment. As we begin this year, my wish and prayers for 2021 are:
To experience peace
To be gentle with ourselves
To be kind and gentle with others
To be grateful for all we have
To see the beauty around us
To stay connected
To remember what matters most in our lives
To experience rest and joy
To have good health and an end to the pandemic
To continue to see humor in the everyday things
Wishing you a Happy New Year filled with many blessings!
I only celebrated 12 Father’s Days with my Dad since he died in a farm accident my 12th year. His death was a great shock and loss to our entire family. I often wonder what it would have been like to know my Dad as an adult, to have him hold my children in his arms, to talk to him about his life, his experiences and to hug him once again.
What I do remember, with tremendous fondness, is…
riding in the back of his Turquoise Chevy pickup letting the wind blow on my face and hair
following him around the hog house and watching him do never-ending farm chores
riding to one of the small farming communities to visit the grain elevator, hardware store or local gathering place
building a cage and capturing a pigeon for me to take to school for ‘show and tell’
caring for baby bunnies that had been abandoned by their Mommy
his love of Adolph the cat and our good old farm dog, Skipper
hanging a tire swing for me and his grandchildren to enjoy
watching him crank the old home-made ice cream freezer as I anticipated the luscious results
riding on the tractor with him
feeling very grown up filling the gas tanks of the car or truck
going on picnics and fishing
watching favorite TV shows together including Bonanza, Lassie, Daniel Boone, Ed Sullivan, etc.
the piano he bought for me at the State Fair a month before he died
laughter and teasing (with love)
He was a good guy with a wonderful sense of humor and a dedicated, farmer’s work ethic.
I love traditional cornbread but for those trying to avoid gluten, it isn’t a fit. Last night I made a big pot of beef stew with cornbread for the family but needed a gluten-free version. The Almond Flour Cornbread is delicious with the slight sweetness of honey. Yummy!
While I was writing this post today my good buddy, Jan, sent me a link to a ‘Today’s Dinner Party‘ that brought a smile to my face, given all of the dietary restrictions we all face.
ALMOND FLOUR ‘CORNBREAD’
1 1/2 cups almond flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup honey
4 eggs, beaten
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
Place the flour, baking soda and salt into a bowl and whisk to combine.
Add the honey to the beaten eggs and add to flour mixture. Stir until fully combined and no lumps remain.
Pour into a well-greased 8×8″ baking pan and bake for 20-25 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center of the bread comes out clean.
I’m back but you may see more humor, sarcasm and random topics above and beyond food. Understand, food is one of my passions, but so is laughter. When I saw this post on Facebook, it brought a smile to my face. While I don’t cook with a glass(es) of wine, typically, the humor of it all just got to me.
Credit: Paleo Cupboard/Facebook
Don’t stress out about the holidays and cooking. It’s truly a time to be grateful for every precious moment we have on this earth. Look for the humor and blessings in every moment.
My Dad, Archie, was one of the funniest men I ever knew. His sense of humor was direct, often dry, and accepted by all. He could say things to people that no one else could say and they would laugh heartily and love him dearly. Love of laughter is one of the great gifts my Father gave to me. I miss him.
When I was 12 years old my Father died as a result of a farming accident. From that day forward my life changed forever. He would never attend one of my high school sporting or music events…he wouldn’t walk me down the aisle…he wouldn’t get to hold my children in his arms and play with them. But he is always with me…always.
Photographs of my Father and I are near and dear to my heart because there are few. Taking a photograph ‘back in the day’ required film, developing, flash bulbs and they were treasured….not to mention that my Father was camera-shy.
Before my Mother died, she passed on photos my Uncle Mahlon ‘Sparky’ took when I was little. These are some of the most treasured photos of my childhood.
The sweater my Father is wearing in this picture, is one I wore through high school and still have in my Mother’s cedar chest (if you’re under 50, you probably don’t know what that is).
Dad, I know you’re listening, and know I love you and miss you! Heavenly hugs to you and to Mom.