Have you ever had a moment come along during your life when you were completely and utterly broken? A moment that wrecked you to the very core of your being, and reduced you to nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes? Something that didn't just gently tug at your heart strings, but ripped them from the shell of human dust you were created from?
Humility is the foundation of all prayer.
“Lord, I am empty without Your fullness;
I am broken without Your wholeness;
I am helpless without Your strength;
I am clueless without Your wisdom.
Apart from You I am nothing.
I need You!”
Prayerlessness is the first sign of prideful independence. We begin to trim back on our secret time with God when we’re feeling great about ourselves, energetic and optimistic about our future, and confident about the path we’re taking. It’s the first sign that we’re getting full of ourselves.
~ Bob Sorge “Secrets of the Secret Place”
’til next time,
Due to health problems, I’ve had to make a lot of changes in the way I cook and what I eat.
I once ate the S. A. D. (Standard American Diet), but no longer. The Lord convicted me some years ago to make drastic changes. I’ve gradually made those changes, although some occurred through kicking and screaming on my part. I don’t suppose anyone really likes change other than a wet baby.
Since making the dietary changes I no longer have the severe joint pain I once suffered. Each morning I was bent over from the waist unable to straighten to a standing position. I was forced to lean on a walker until sometime in the afternoon, when I could finally stand upright. But, that’s all history.
I no longer eat fast food, products containing gluten, corn, soy, sugar except for the occasional honey in my homemade salad dressing, or processed foods. If I do buy a pre-made item I only buy those with one or two whole ingredients like coconut milk that has only milk and water. I’m working now to eliminate all canned foods, unless the can is BPA free.
As the Lord leads, I’ll write more on this subject in the days and months ahead, and post my recipes.
I’ve worked hard to make the changes so I’ve decided to create hand drawn and painted art-journal recipe cards, and will keep them in a beautiful binder, to help celebrate my new food habits and health.
When cooler weather starts swirling the fall leaves around, I get in the mood for comforting soup. Roasted Cauliflower Soup is one of my favorites, and deserves a beautiful card. Cauliflower can be pricy, so watch for sales.
I’ll be keeping the art-journal recipe cards in my beautiful Susan Branch “Homemade Recipes” binder. I love anything Susan Branch so when I saw this binder on sale a few years ago, I couldn’t resist it.
Here is the complete recipe for you:
Roasted Cauliflower Soup
1 large head cauliflower
4 tablespoons olive oil
1 teaspoon sea salt
1 large onion, diced
4 cups water or stock
- Place whole head of cauliflower in a 9 x 13 inch baking dish
- Rub cauliflower with 2 tablespoons olive oil and sprinkle with salt
- Add ½ cup water to the dish
- Bake uncovered at 350 for 1 – 1/2 hours, or until a knife cuts easily through the core
- Remove cauliflower from oven and allow to cool
- Coarsely chop and set aside
- Heat remaining 2 tablespoons olive oil in a large saucepan over medium heat
- Add onion and cook until soft and translucent, about 15 minutes
- Add cauliflower and 4 cups water or stock
- Simmer until cauliflower is very soft, about 10 minutes
- In a blender puree in very small batches until smooth
- Transfer back to pot and bring to a simmer
As I was thinking on this post, I ran across a very good essay written by Jim Voigt that fits perfectly with my post: Your body doesn’t matter (and why that’s a lie).
’til next time,
In the Bible the word Autumn doesn’t exist. Fall is there, but not for the season as we know it. Harvest and seasons is used many, many times in the scriptures.
I adore this description of Fall I found online; author loki:
Fall leaves swirling, tumbling, pirouetting, flip-flop, crunching, rustling, montage of colour, nature’s collage, like a watercolour, ripening apples, pumpkin patch, mist, grape vines loaded, horse chestnuts fall, harvest, poppies, gathering swallows, migrating birds gather, bears fattening preparing for winter, horse chestnut burrs falling to chilled leaf covered grass.
But most of all, I love the promise of our Father:
While the earth remains, seed time and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease. Genesis 8:22
I’m adding this post to Beverly’s beautiful blog: How Sweet the Sound
’til next time,