Today has been a blessing. Alike every day, but today has been a blessing where I thought it might be daunting.
I began my day early early at 7am, opened my Bible, quietly played worship music, and whizzed away at some pancake batter. Now the recipe was my own and it has some kinks to be worked out. The colour of the pancakes was not what I wanted, and my current stove is a bit of a mystery, but nonetheless they turned out. Here’s the unofficial recipe (which I used to serve 10 people; sadly each person only got 2-3 pancakes):
3 c all purpose flour
2 T baking powder
1 T baking soda
1 t salt
1 t cinnamon
Combine with a whisk. In a separate bowl, whisk together:
2 1/2 c almond milk
1 c coconut oil
1/2 c honey or maple syrup
Slowly add wet to dry. Stir with wooden spoon until mixture comes together. Drop pancakes by quarter-cup-full on to lightly oiled or buttered skillet over medium-high heat (pro tip: cook them in caramelized brown butter). Spread with back of spoon to make an even circle; after a few seconds, sprinkle a few blueberries or chocolate chips into each pancake. Flip after about 4 minutes, or until bubbles have formed. Cook another 1-2 minutes. Serve pancakes with more berries, margarine, maple syrup, and whipped cream, if desired.
So I made these pancakes and my older sister and many of my friends came to breakfast and enjoy. We had such great conversation and man, what a great way to wake up! In the midst of making sure everyone had coffee, pancakes, and a place to sit, and enjoying the conversation myself, I forgot to eat. I was caught up in the beauty of the moment that food sat on the back burner, truly not in an Ed-controlled way, but for the first time I think I experienced what people say is “forgetting to eat.” I could never understand that statement as I always know when it’s time to eat– that doesn’t mean I always eat. I had had an outfit picked out for the day and intention of doing my make-up real nice, but ministry and conversation and the HOLY SPIRIT took over that little plan that could have easily bothered me, but didn’t. Rather, I gladly and without stress threw on jeans and one of my favourite tops, brushed my teeth, finger-combed my hair, and powdered my face plus a swipe of mascara all within maybe 7 minutes of leaving the house. Ultimately, my time with the girls was needed and special. It took precedence and we talked about so many things that are on each of our hearts moving in to the coming year.
First day of classes, and God provided me a mind of focus and deliberation for them. I was engaged and raised my hand. And I had a fresh haircut and dye💁 I loved both my profs and today’s lectures. English is feeling RIGHT. Studying literature as my undergrad fits so much. The only thing that gnaws at my heart is wondering if I’m meant to go into nutrition… but there’s always time for that sort of learning. These courses are providing the opportunity and push I’ve needed to hunker down and read so many novels I’ve wanted to enjoy and analyze for along time– and the chance to discuss many of my already-favourites. All to the glory of God, all with an mind that says, Where was your Holy Spirit in this writing… even if the author didn’t realize your intercession…