Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Mmm true word

How to Live like Christ

“It is no good giving me a play like Hamlet or King Lear, and telling me to write a play like that. Shakespeare could do it — I can’t. And it is no good showing me a life like the life of Jesus and telling me to live a life like that. Jesus could do it — I can’t. But if the genius of Shakespeare could come and live in me, then I could write plays like this. And if the Spirit could come into me, then I could live a life like his.”

- William Temple

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Home-made Granola



So on Sunday afternoon a great new friend of mine (Rachel) and I got together to make some home-made granola. For our first time making granola it turned out surprisingly well (aside from a wee bit burning on the edge...it burns REALLY easily! stand on guard and set a timer so it doesn't burn on you)

Home-made Granola (from Chow-Hound)
1. In a large bowl, stir together three cups of old-fashioned rolled oats, three tablespoons brown sugar, a quarter teaspoon kosher salt, and a half teaspoon cinnamon
2. In another bowl, stir together one-third cup honey, a quarter cup canola oil, and a teaspoon of vanilla (we actually didn't have vanilla and it tasted fine without). Dump this over the oat mixture and combine thoroughly. Get your hands in it to mix everything well, and to coat the oats evenly with the honey mixture. Heat the oven to 300 degrees Fahrenheit
3. Spread the mixture in a thin, even layer on a baking sheet and place on the center rack of the heated oven. Bake, stirring after 15 minutes(for us it was literally only 5mins b/c we have a gas stove), until the granola is a very light golden brown. It should take 20 to 30 minutes. If you like your granola crunchier with a toastier flavor, bake it a little longer, keeping a close eye on it—if it gets dark it will taste burnt
4. Cool the granola completely, stirring it around so it doesn’t stick together. (It hardens as it cools.)

Add Flavour: We added all dried fruit at this point so it wouldn't burn, all nuts in the beginning and cocunut half-way through.

Lastly enjoy with yogurt! I know I did...I only have a 1/4 of a jar left :D

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Saturdays

Mmmm, today looked like this:


With a bit of this:

And yes some of this:

And coffee tasting with a good friend :D

So flavourful!

And some treats to accompany the coffee


I heart the Sabbath <3

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Trying to convince myself otherwise

Its so odd. As soon as the train hit Montreal last night I wanted to be on the other train heading towards home.

I don't get this! This summer I couldn't wait to get out of home. There was quite a bit of pressure on me to be the second mom. I wasn't able to rest.

Now when I go home, I get to rest and bond with my family SOO well (point and case Monday I slept in til 11am...that would NEVER happen if I was living at home)

I guess, I must realize that as hard as it is being away from my family, being at home wasn't good for me. No matter what it looks like now, I wouldn't be able to rest. I would always be on egg shells.

I also think part of it has to do with the sense of darkness over Montreal. I never realized how strong it was. It is very strong and I can see why people struggle with depression and the like. Sometimes it feels like a war to sit down and be with God or even to wake up from my nap after my early morning shift.



Like it would just be easier to pull the covers back over my head and fall back asleep.

Another HUGE part of it is not really having anything to work towards. That always keeps me going. If I am brutally honest (and most of you well know) I don't see myself working at Second Cup for the rest of my life. I am really praying I find something else.

I guess I am so used to having an "idea" or some sort of "call" on my life. That I am lost without it. All I know right now, is that God has me here in Montreal and I need to be faithful with what He has entrusted to me (time, resources, money...etc).

For now, that is my call and to know Him.

With you in the race.