Friday, October 26, 2012

How A Family Goes Together (and a recipe)



I have some really good news about Going: It leaves plenty of room for lolling around, you just have to go looking for it, and you have to snap it up when you find it.

I used to think the best definition of Going was just "being present". You know, just keep my eyes open, keep my heart willing. Live my life as authentically as possible, with the understanding that God could always come along and mess up my plans.

Well, He messed them up. And now I see things a little differently. It requires more action than I used to think. Of course we wait on the Lord, but there's stuff to do while we wait. We don't need to pray over every little thing that comes our way. 9 times out of 10, we know what's right. (Hint: It's usually the thing we're trying to talk ourselves out of.)

I used to worry that my family might suffer for all of our new Going. Life is crazy enough around here. We're already spread thin. These are my people - the ones entrusted to me, sleeping in sheets that I washed, eating my vegetable soup. They come first.

And they do.

But I've learned that it's okay for my kids to spend a little too long driving around in the van, now and then. It's good for them, for all of us, when we squeeze another chair or two around the table. They're unfazed by going to the jail. They see nothing out of the ordinary about the tiny house so saturated with tar and nicotine that you can taste it in the air.

There's no choosing. We just stir everyone together.

And we still have days like today, spent kneading dough and glazing muffins, drinking Big K root beer and watching reruns of Muppet Babies and Inspector Gadget before bedtime.

Tomorrow, we'll eat breakfast extra-slow and hole up together, the same as we've always been, as simple and wild as we'll always be.

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Make these tomorrow. Just make them, okay?

Pop Up Pancakes (originally found here)

1 cup milk
1 cup flour
6 eggs
1/4 cup melted butter
dash of salt

Mix all ingredients and divide among 2 muffin pans (24 muffins). (The batter level in each tin will be quite low.) Bake for 13-15 minutes at 400 degrees. Be sure to keep the oven light on because watching them puff up is high Saturday morning entertainment.

Top with fruit, syrup, and maybe a flurry of powdered sugar.

12 comments:

  1. I've been practicing something new. I work in the 'hood. I see stuff. I hear way too much. Anytime I see someone outside (you know, after lunch) I say to myself "He loves them too."

    It makes me far slower to judge, or think, or whatever. And it's the truth.

    Your post made me think about that. "He loves them too."

    All of them.

    And you too.

    Siley isn't getting enough face time here lately. I hate to bring it you (no, really I don't mind at all) but I miss that charmer.

    xxoo

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  2. Love These are my people - the ones entrusted to me, sleeping in sheets that I washed, eating my vegetable soup. They come first.

    And they do.

    But I've learned that it's okay for my kids to spend a little too long driving around in the van, now and then. It's good for them, for all of us, when we squeeze another chair or two around the table.


    x

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  3. How fun! Recipe looks just like German Pancakes reinvented to individuals~Cheers Kim

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  4. I love your perspective and I am pretty sure I am going to love that recipe! My boys are grown and only one is still at home, so I am not sure they will watch them "puff" in the oven....but Dave and I might! :-)

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  5. I love your goings!!! And I love that your kids are going with you--going wherever Jesus takes you :)

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  6. Yum! We also make our "oven pancake" as muffins!

    Your story encourages me to know that what we worry over for our kids usually isn't a big deal. We have three towns to choose between in the next year or two, each with different opportunities and perceived shortcomings. I don't even know how we'll choose. :D Good to remember that God knows and smooths out the pathways.

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  7. I often think of Dory (you know, in Nemo) just keep swimming, just keep swimming...

    Helps me sometimes <3

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  8. I smiled when I opened your blog and saw the picture! My now BIG little loves pancakes...thinking Thanksgiving break we can watch them puff together! Bless you in all your goings.

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  9. That picture has my tummy grumbling, as my 10 year old says.
    How you're living your life with your kids in tow is just how I grew up….my mom was always giving random people rides, getting involved, could never look away from the poor, the lonely, the sad. Ever. Still. To this day. And I think my brothers and I all survived being out of our safe and cozy home environment and that her example was instrumental in how we learned to treat others. She truly lives the Word and so do you.

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  10. I've never made these pop up pancakes. It looks easy and delicious. Got to try this for breakfast tomorrow.
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  11. yep. keep going, girlfriend.

    and the popup pancakes are happening, fret not.
    love you!

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  12. Yummy! these look delicious,
    Have a sweet day!

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