Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts

Friday, December 27, 2024

Friday Foodie ~ Christmas Breakfast

 
We had a wonderful Christmas at home this year, just the two of us.  Don't feel sorry for us - we love having the day to ourselves!  It's mellow and always begins with an amazing breakfast.  This year, I reached way back to my childhood and decided I wanted to make Chocolate Rolls.  This was Mom's take on cinnamon rolls, but since it was Mom, chocolate had to be involved!  I'm pretty sure she used Bisquick, because it was a quick and easy way to make something special for our family of six.


There is a recipe for cinnamon rolls on the back of the Bisquick box, but I wanted to make yeast based rolls.  I looked at dozens of recipes and decided on Easy Cinnamon Rolls from Scratch from Sally's Baking Addiction.  She has a "do not republish" policy on her blog, so I won't put the recipe here.  But go to her site because the recipe is simple and SO good!
 


I followed the recipe until it was time to make the filling, then I used cocoa powder instead of cinnamon.  That's the only thing I changed!  I did the first four steps on Christmas Eve, then put the rolls in the refrigerator.  When I got up on Christmas morning, I pulled them out and let them rise for about an hour.  At that time, I decided to move them to a larger baking pan and I'm so glad I did.



 
I didn't make the frosting in the original recipe.  I had a little bit of Pillsbury cream cheese frosting and just added some chocolate syrup to it.


I sent pictures to my siblings and nieces and they all wanted some!  My brother said it brought back a lot of childhood memories of one of his favorite sweet treats.  Mom set a high bar, but I think I might have reached it with these!




Tuesday, October 10, 2023

25 Years

It's been 25 years since my Mom left the cares of this life behind.  I've blogged about her so many times.  Her Bible is one of my greatest earthly treasures.  I posted this beautiful poem in 2010 and know this is how Mom would have felt...

When I'm Gone
by Mrs.Lyman Hancock


When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile


Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun


Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day


Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay


And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best


Mom,
There are so many things I remember.
Most of all I remember your love. You'll never be forgotten.

Norma D. Fultz
January 1, 1940 - October 10, 1998

Tuesday, October 3, 2023

65 Years

Today is my Mom and Dad's Anniversary. If they were still living they would be celebrating their 65th!  They were quite young when they tied the knot - Dad was 20 and Mom was 18!

I'm so glad they loved each other...


And their kids...


And they were thrilled to become grandparents!




We never had to wonder if Dad was going to take his paycheck and spend it before he made it home. Or if Mom was going to disappear while we were all at school.



No, our home wasn't perfect, but it was a safe place. Filled with laughter and some tough times, but through it all, we loved each other.




I'm so thankful for my wonderful parents!

Monday, May 15, 2023

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

We had a wonderful Mother's Day at Victory Tabernacle.  Sunday morning included presentations by each Sunday school class, then Pastor White preached an awesome message.  Les preached last night and it was also awesome.  
 
We were talking about mothers on the way to church last night and Les asked, "How does the saying go, 'the hand that rocks the cradle...'?"  I looked it up and found that this is a poem by William Ross Wallace that praises motherhood as the preeminent force for change in the world. The poem was first published in 1865 under the title "What Rules the World," but is now known as "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World."  After I read it to Les in the car he decided to read at the beginning of his message last night.

Our society is at war with our families.  Families are under attack like never before.  Government officials claim that children belong to everyone.  NO!  That is not the case!  Your children belong to YOU.  If you are raising them to follow the ways of God, no one has the authority to change that.  Jesus said in Matthew 18:6, "But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea."
 
Rock the cradle and rule the world, mama!

Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace.
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.


Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mothers first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow—
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.


Woman, how divine your mission,
Here upon our natal sod;
Keep—oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky—
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Repost: Flip Your Change, Dad

Father's Day is this coming Sunday.  I was blessed with a wonderful Dad!  I was definitely Daddy's girl and I miss him dearly.  I wrote this post in 2017 but was reminded of it on Sunday.  The little things that we do, those that don't take a lot of time and effort, really do make a difference.

I don't remember exactly how or when it started, but Dad had a little game that he played with Rod and me.  We were young teenagers without jobs or cars.  Dad came home one Friday night with a bunch of change in his pocket.  I asked if I could have it.  Of course Rod wanted it, too.

"Flip your change, Dad."


This became a Friday evening tradition.  Dad in his chair.  Rod and me on the floor at his feet. Heads or tails.  Mine or yours.  Much groaning and gloating ensued depending on which way the coin landed.  But there was also laughter, so much laughter as the three of us watched each penny, nickle, dime and quarter land on the floor.

"Flip your change, Dad."


 
Dad could have easily said, "Just split the money evenly."  He could have been done with us in seconds and gone back to relaxing in his chair with the paper.  Mom was somewhere nearby, smiling as the three of us spent time doing something so small together.

"Flip your change, Dad."


I'm the only one remaining in our family who was part of that tradition.  I don't know who got the most money each week.  And it really didn't matter.  That was just a small part of what was happening.  We were making memories that lasted.  The bond we shared over a couple dollars in change is one that I think about often. 

"Flip your change, Dad."

I wonder as his work week was winding down, did he start collecting a little extra change so he'd have more to flip?  He never ended the week without change.  It was a fun time for Rod and me, but I think it was just as much fun for Dad.  We were at the age where many kids start pulling away from their parents, but our relationship grew stronger in those moments over a few coins being flipped in the air.


"Flip your change, Dad."

Never think that if you can't offer a grand gesture, you shouldn't do anything at all.  Small things are building blocks in any relationship.

"Flip your change, Dad."

Sunday, September 12, 2021

Grandparents Day

Happy Grandparents Day to any of my readers who have grandchildren.  I was blessed to know five of my grandparents.  Both of Mom's grandmothers were still living while I was growing up, along with Mom's mom and Dad's mom and dad!  I think the bond with grandparents is very special and I'm grateful for mine.


One of my earliest posts was called, "When Mom Became Grandma."  Mom wrote in her Grandmother's Memories book:  "When I first became a grandmother, I felt like a Queen. I couldn't stop grinning; I got 3 grandbabies in 10 weeks! Ryan, Krysten & Lauren."  Ryan was born on January 11th (his daddy's birthday) and Krysten and Lauren showed up 7 weeks before their due date on March 20th.
 

Grandparents Day has brought a new emotion this year.  It started with a text I received about a month ago from my niece, Lauren:


My heart is overflowing with excitement!  Lauren and Jordan got married in January of this year and now they are going to make my sister a grandmother and I get to be Great Aunt Kathy!  It seems like yesterday that they were this tiny:


Monday, May 10, 2021

Woman of the Week ~ A Mother in Israel

As I've done on Mother's Day for several years now, I took my Mom's Bible to church with me yesterday.  It's a small way of remembering her that brings me comfort.  There were a few items tucked in the front cover that I didn't want to lose, so I pulled them out.  I then flipped through her Bible and found a bookmark.  The page had verses marked and in Mom's beautiful handwriting, "women can make changes happen."  Well, that caught my attention!  I have studied, and blogged about, over 40 women but never this one!  She is one of the nameless women in the Bible, but she definitely made changes happen.  Look for her story on Friday.

Verses:  2 Samuel 20:16-22
Background – parents, husband, children, siblings
What is she most known for?
Victories? Defeats?
How can I be like her?
How can I avoid being like her?
Did she reach a place when she needed to reset?  If so, did she?  For good or evil?

Monday, January 11, 2021

32 Flavors


Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?
 
This is a no brainer for me - chocolate, chocolate, chocolate!!  I was raised on chocolate.  One of my earliest posts about my Mom was called "Mom's Goodies."  Here is part of what I wrote:
As far back as I can remember, Mom was a talented baker. Cookies, brownies, cakes, donuts. She learned to decorate cakes, so we had beautiful birthday cakes and she even made all of us kids' wedding cakes. At Christmas time she pulled out all the stops and made several kinds of candy. Teachers, pastors, neighbors, friends, and relatives were all recipients of Mom's goodies. She used her talent to bless others.

Mom's goodies always greeted us when got home from school. Hmmm... maybe that's why I always get the munchies in the afternoon!

The first time Les came to visit, in typical Mom fashion, she withheld judgment when she first met him. Dad thought he was great (even if he did call him by another name), but Mom wasn't ready to comment. At some point, I told Mom that Les liked brownies... and the second time he came to visit, what did she bake? Brownies! I knew he had won her over!
Chocolate was definitely Mom's specialty, and obviously her favorite at well.   I inherited her sweet tooth and her baking skills.  Take a quick look at the dessert recipes on my Friday Foodie page and you will find an abundance of chocolate.  Then look through my Christmas Baking posts and you'll find even more.
 

I can't talk about chocolate without reposting the revelation I received while we were in Mindanao.  I received a Garden Revelation while Les and I were drinking Filipino coffee by the coffee and cacao trees:
While Les and I were drinking our Filipino coffee on Friday morning, I received a full revelation of the trees in the Garden of Eden.  The Tree of Life was surely a coffee tree. The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil that was forbidden must have been a cacao tree. Think about it, would a woman really be tempted by an apple?  Probably not, but I don't know many who can resist chocolate!
 
How about you - vanilla, chocolate or something else?

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Quote Me + This is Your Life

I decided to combine two writing prompts today:
 
January 4 - Do you have a favorite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move you?
 
January 11 - If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.
 
First, I'm choosing a quote that is not a Bible verse. I have so many verses that I go back to, I don't know if I could choose a top five. Second, I've got two favorite quotes:

Comparison is the thief of joy
~ Theodore  Roosevelt

I can see to the corner, but God sees around the corner... don't worry.
~ Mom's Bible

Let's talk about comparison and how it steals joy.  There are many ways we compare.  We compare ourselves to others.  They have more money, they're smarter, they run faster, they sing better, they... fill in the blank.  So much time and energy is wasted when we compare.  When we compare to others, we overlook what we do have.  Especially as Americans, even in this crazy time with all the upheaval, we are so greatly blessed.  Food, water, shelter.  Things we take for granted would bring great joy to so many around the world.

We can also lose our joy when we compare ourselves to ourselves.  Now, I admit that seeing a recent picture of me that told the true story of weight gain, comparing to my thinner self is actually a motivating tool.  I also know that I have to put in the work (like I did in my 40s) if I want to make a change.  It may be slower and even harder, so I must not compare today's journey to any of the past.  It's today that matters.  That is true about every aspect of life.  It's today's journey that matters - learn from the past, both good and bad, but don't let it steal your joy.

Now on to that second prompt...

If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover. 

As soon as I read this one, I knew my answer - No, thank you!  Knowing what I know now, if I could have seen all that the past 30 years would hold, my 27 year old self would have freaked out!  30 years ago, I was blissfully engaged and ready to embark on the adventure of a lifetime.  I don't have a single regret about that decision, but 30 years is a lot of living.  30 years of joy and sorrow, losses and heartache, adventures and good times.  30 years that have included promotions and job losses, blessings and belt tightening.

If I had known that I would lose Rod when I was 30 and Mom was I was 34, my heart would not have been able to take it.  At the same time, if I could have known how God was going to bless me, I probably would have been less careful and possibly filled with pride.

I just want to see to the corner.  That's all I need to know.  If I could see around every corner, I would have no reason to trust God.  But He's been around every corner in my life and with each turn I have found Him to be more than enough.

I can see to the corner, but God sees around the corner... don't worry.
~ Mom's Bible

Friday, January 1, 2021

Repost: The Narrator

I was looking for a little to something to add to today's blog, and found this about my Mom.  She would have turned 81 today.  I always miss her, but her birthday is one of the days that I feel her loss the most.
 
On the Wednesday night before Christmas, Pastor White talked to us about the gifts we give our family. He said one of the greatest gifts is family time. He went on to talk about how mothers are the "narrator" of the family. It is the narrator who weaves all the individual story lines into one complete story.
 

I couldn't help but think of Mom. She was many things to our family, but she was definitely the narrator. Our family has carried on since her death, but it's never quite been the same. I've spoken to others who have lost their moms and they seem to feel the same way.


I've wondered why it works that way. Is it because mothers start writing our stories before our birth? As they carry us in their wombs, the hopes and dreams they carry begin taking shape. They write the "prologue" of our life and continue narrating as the years go on.


As I greet each new year, I always think of Mom. She would be 71 years old today. She had the distinction of being the first baby born in Tulare county in the year 1940! I wish she was here today to see how good God has been to me! I would love for her to see the beautiful home He's given us, the blessings that have come our way, the joys I've experienced since she's been gone. But most of all I'd love to just sit and talk, sharing the story that started in her heart.

Saturday, November 14, 2020

30 Days of Thanks, Day 14: Strong

I'm re-posting something I wrote in August.  The title of the post was "Strong."  I'm so thankful for my Mom's example of holding on, even when she didn't feel strong.
 
Pastor White recommended a couple of books during last Wednesday night's Bible study.  He taught about "Persecution and the People of God."  (You can listen to Part 1 and 2 here.)  The books he recommended were "Fox's Book of Martyrs" and "The Way Called Heresy."  We have both of these books but I have not been able to located "The Way Called Heresy."  
 
During my searching, I stumbled upon a book that belonged to my Mom.  It is a journal that was given to her on her 54th birthday - January 1, 1994.  All the staff from Truth Tabernacle Christian School signed it.  She was going to be off work for a few weeks because she was having knee surgery.
 
My memories of 1994 are tough.  The Northridge Earthquake happened on January 17th.  Rod's declining health and his passing on June 22nd.  Mom's cancer returned later that summer.
 
Mom's writing in this particular journal are more raw than anything else of hers that I have.  At times she wrote words of encouragement, but then she wrote how she was feeling:
 
January 6
Sometimes the Lord calms the storm; sometimes He lets the storm rage and calms His child.
I don't feel calm today.
 
January 7
I survived the surgery.  PAIN  PAIN  PAIN  PAIN all day, all night.
 
January 8
Everything seems better in the daylight.  I feel tough again :)
 
Mother's Day weekend - went to Kathy and Les'... had a great time.
Mother's Day banquet very nice, church on Sunday A.M just for me.

June 22
I can barely read, much less type, all that she wrote on that day.  She spent the day with Rod until an ambulance came around 1:30, two hours later: "Rod is at home with the Lord.  My heart is bleeding."

Two days later she wrote about his funeral, "absolutely beautiful...  I feel the peace that passeth understanding, I know Rod is safe at home with Jesus."

The next two entries are not dated:
People say I'm strong but I don't feel strong.
 
Summer has been a blur: times of happiness with the grandkids but all tinged with my deep hurt.

I remember that summer well.  One of the things I remember the most is seeing Mom and Dad for the first time after Rod's funeral.  It seemed like they had aged a decade in about a month's time.  The blur that was the summer of 1994 didn't get better...

August 20
Time for yearly chest x-ray.

August 23
Call from nurse Lynette, changes since last year.

August 24
CAT scan

August 25
Call from Dr. Medrano

Cancer

I really don't feel strong now, but God is still in control.

August 26
Start chemo

September 7, 8, 9
Helped out at T.T.C.S.  I didn't know how much I would miss it...

That was the final entry.  Her cancer battle went on another four years.  Highs and lows, joys and sorrows.  The one thing that stood out to me was what she wrote twice, "I don't feel strong."

2 Corinthians 12:9-10 says, "And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.   Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong."

David Guzik's Enduring Word Commentary says:
What triumph! What can the world do to such a man so firm in the grip of Jesus? God did not allow this thorn in the flesh to punish Paul, or to keep him weak for the sake of weakness. God allowed it to show a divine strength in Paul.
Think about this man Paul. Was he a weak man or a strong man? The man who traveled around the ancient world spreading the gospel of Jesus despite the fiercest persecutions, who endured shipwrecks and imprisonment, who preached to kings and slaves, who established strong churches and trained up their leaders was not a weak man. In light of his life and accomplishments, we would say that Paul was a very strong man. But he was only strong because he knew his weaknesses, and looked outside of himself for the strength of God’s grace. If we are going to live lives of such strength, we also must understand and admit our weaknesses, and look to God alone for the favor, approval and work of grace that will strengthen us for any task. It was the grace-filled Paul who said, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13)
 
Albert Barnes' Notes on the Bible says:
When I feel weak; when I am subjected to trial, and nature faints and fails, then strength is imparted to me, and I am enabled to bear all. The more I am borne down with trials, the more do I feel my need of divine assistance, and the more do I feel the efficacy of divine grace. Such was the promise in Deuteronomy 33:25; “As thy days, so shall thy strength be.” So in Hebrews 11:24; “Who out of weakness were made strong.” What Christian has not experienced this, and been able to say that when he felt himself weak and felt like sinking under the accumulation of many trials, he has found his strength according to his day, and felt an arm of power supporting him? It is then that the Redeemer manifests himself in a special manner; and then that the excellency of the religion of Christ is truly seen and its power appreciated and felt.

Matthew Henry's Commentary on the Whole Bible says:
This is a Christian paradox: when we are weak in ourselves, then we are strong in the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ; when we see ourselves weak in ourselves, then we go out of ourselves to Christ, and are qualified to receive strength from him, and experience most of the supplies of divine strength and grace.

We don't always feel strong, but I think that's the way it should be.  When we feel strong because of our own strength, we are actually weak, and we're setting ourselves up for failure.  But when we find our strength in Jesus, when we are weak, His grace is sufficient and His strength is made perfect in our weakness.

Saturday, October 3, 2020

62 Years

Today, October 3rd, would have been my Mom and Dad's 62nd wedding anniversary.   I wrote about them two years ago - This young couple was married on a Friday evening in Visalia, California:


They did not always agree, but they didn't fight in front of us kids. Any time two people marry, there will be disagreements, but how those disagreements are handled makes all the difference. I never heard my parents yell at each other. Dad once said, "Marriage is a lot of work" - and they kept working at it.

They did the best they could for all four of their children. We weren't wealthy, but we always had enough. I never went to bed hungry - even if Mom fixed something I didn't like, she would fix something else to make sure I ate something. I always had a roof over my head, clean clothes on my back, and shoes on my feet.

Mom stayed home with us kids so the majority of the discipline fell on her shoulders. Dad never tried to change whatever punishment was handed out.  "Go ask your mother," was a common reply when we were trying to get away with something - Dad definitely had us figured out! Whether they agreed or not, they supported each other in those decisions. None of us kids have spent time in jail, so I guess it worked!

They took time for each other. I remember Grandma Luella (Mom's mom) staying with us on more than one occasion when we were young, so Mom and Dad could go away for their anniversary.

Dad was completely in tune with Mom during her last months. I was in their home the night before she passed away. Mom was in bed in their bedroom. More times than I can remember, Dad would jump up, go down the hall, and back to their room. HE heard Mom calling him, while Kim and I didn't hear a thing. His care for her was amazing until her last breath.

If they were both still alive today, I have no doubt that they would have still been married.  I'm so thankful for these two and miss them so much!

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