The gray clouds hung low with the promise of yet another dreary day. Her head ached and she was as weary as the weather. She wondered how she was supposed to trudge through the rainy, foggy morning to that classroom with a smile. Sometimes, it felt so futile. So empty. To extend grace, compassion to these. When she had rather stay hidden. What good could she be today?A forced smile, one deep breath, the door slings open and a new day begins.
And, right away, a little brown hand grips hers, looks up with adoring eyes and says, "I missed you."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
And, I am reminded...His glory shines the greatest through the weakest of vessels.
Monday, September 12, 2011
I love apples. I really can relate to Adam's fellow garden dweller, Eve, ya know, the one in the Bible? The one who decided to taste the forbidden fruit. Remember her? I always seem to relate to the villain. But, that's for another day.
OK, so over the weekend I had a bag of apples looking all lonely and asking for greater purpose. I answered the call and decided to take this once forbidden fruit to another level.
Can you say Praline Apple Muffins?
Just so you know, anything with the word "Praline" makes my ears perk up. And my mouth water. And baked apples smell like a home should smell in the Fall. So there wasn't much convincing to be done to get me to ask my husband to go to the store to get the only missing ingredient I needed to make these little marvels.Let me just say right now, they are definitely worth the 20 minute prep time, 15 minute bake time, and the minor burn on my wrist. Word of Advice: Pot holders are better than dish rags for removing a hot muffin tin from the oven. Oh, and the Mister said it was worth the trip to the grocery store for Sour Cream...even though I found a container after I already sent him. Lord, I love that man.
If you are
Here's the recipe. Now, go on, give into the temptation. This is one sin, you won't regret.
*Praline Apple Muffins
1 1/2 cups chopped pecans, divided
1 (8 oz) container sour cream
1 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
1 Tbsp vanilla extract
2 cups all purpose flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 1/2 cups finely chopped, peeled Granny Smith apples (about 3/4 lb)
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Bake 1/2 cup pecans in a shallow pan 6-8 minutes or until toasted.
2. Beat sour cream and next 3 ingredients at low speed with electric mixer until blended.
3. Stir together flour and next 3 ingredients. Add to sour cream mixture, beating just until blended. Stir in apples and 1/2 cup toasted pecans. Spoon batter into well-grease muffin tin. Sprinkle with remaining 1 cup chopped pecans.
4. Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes or until wooden pick inserted into center comes out clean.
5. Cool on wire rack 10 minutes.
6. Bring butter and brown sugar to boil in 1-qt heavy saucepan over medium heat; stirring constantly; boil 1 minute. Remove from heat, and spoon over top of muffins.
*This recipe was adapted from recipe in September 2009 issue of Southern Living.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Yes, that's him. William Griffis Morgan. Second born son from my first husband. HA!
I recently ordered some photo buttons from a site that offered pictures of Airmen/women at basic training. Apparently the company's sales are so good they don't even have to actually post the proofs. You just blindly enter your loved one's name and Flight number and 10 days later (or less) a package arrives and you pray the contents are photographs of that special one.
Suckers, we Moms are.
Well, my package came yesterday.
And what a sight for sore eyes!
I would recognize that face anywhere. My little boy.
OK...he's 21, but bear with me here.
You would have thought I'd won the Lottery. Seriously. I tore into that package and proudly pinned that button on and have worn it since.
I even wore the button to school today and bragged at every opportunity.
One former Marine/teacher asked me if I was I going to wear it to his graduation, insinuating that I would embarrass him.
I know. Can you believe it?
Would I wear it to his graduation?
I answered, "Is the Pope Catholic?" "Are cheetos fattening?" "Does your skull have a brain?"
He may be a tough old Marine, but apparently he hasn't ever been a MOM!
After all, we are talking about the MOM that went into premature labor with that boy...labor that lasted no less that10 hours...while battling a 103 degree temp!
Who's tough now, Mr. Marine?
I kid. Sort of.
But really, I can't believe it's almost time to pack up and fly out to San Antonio for Griff's graduation from Air Force Basic Training.
So very proud of my boy!
Gotta go. Trying to figure out how to pack this 8 x 4 banner with Griff's name on it.