I steer clear of politics at Redeeming the Table, because it tends to be a touchy subject and I’m not one to join the debate team. However, I feel strongly about issues. As a daughter of the Most High God, as a mother to two beautiful girls with one child on the way, andContinue reading “Daughters Fulfilling Kingdom Dreams, Not Terminating Life”
Category Archives: Reflections on the Deeper Things
Being a Blessing & Banana Bread Chocolate Chip Cookies
Whenever the summer fades and autumn begins, or winter days emerge, banana bread is comfort food. Our week has been a winter wonderland. Monday the snow began to fall with Tuesday being knee deep for the littles, and today well below freezing. Any plans that we had hoped for have taken a turnContinue reading “Being a Blessing & Banana Bread Chocolate Chip Cookies”
Weary, and yet there’s a miracle inside
It’s approximately 134 hours into the New Year and I haven’t written once. I’ve seen my Facebook page flooded with new posts asking to be read, meanwhile, I sit blankly staring into my screen. With so much hope floating around these days, I can’t help but tell you that I have been feeling completelyContinue reading “Weary, and yet there’s a miracle inside”
A Time to Grieve, A Time to Dance
Last Sunday at the end of the church service, the song was this: You have turned my mourning into dancing You have turned my sorrow into joy You have turned my mourning into dancing You have turned my sorrow into joy How do you sing a song when you are mourning? I can sing those words knowingContinue reading “A Time to Grieve, A Time to Dance”
The Lies of Fear. The Truths of Life.
As we sat around the table one evening, Ben brought up the question, “So, what do you think about having another kid?” My heart did that murmur wave. You know. Half excited about the possibility of adding more life to our table, our home. And completely nervous about going through all of it again.Continue reading “The Lies of Fear. The Truths of Life.”
The Importance of Laughter in a Family
Ben, my brothers & I are taking random pics (it’s how we roll) Although I’m an extrovert, I can be very introspective & get a bit serious & contemplative at times. That said, I also enjoy laughing & taking advantage of life’s opportunities. With Ben & I celebrating nine years of marriage next week,Continue reading “The Importance of Laughter in a Family”
My Hypocrital Judgemental Heart
We are staying at one of the nicest resorts/hotels one could imagine. When telling people where we were headed, I felt a bit uneasiness & embarrassment, due to the opulence of it all. It is the “other” world, not my world. And I wanted to make sure people knew that. How do we enjoyContinue reading “My Hypocrital Judgemental Heart”
Glimpses
Tonight in our home was one of those nights where I was close to putting a sign on my two year old that read, “local band of gypsies?!” I believe there’s a reason why God made two year old’s so darn cute, because it would trump their naughtiness. Tayers’ cuteness factor does indeed trumpContinue reading “Glimpses”
Bursting with Delight Cookies
Not only are these cookies bursting with delight, but I have been reflecting upon this notion as I await what the Christian world calls “Holy Week” or “Passion Week.” As my girls took their nap today, I was folding laundry listening to the song, ‘O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus.’ One of the lines says, “How he loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore…how for them he intercedeth.” I was struck by how great his love is for me. When I was a little girl I would stand up on mall benches and sing “Jesus Loves Me.” When people would ask me why I believed in Jesus, I would respond with, “why wouldn’t I (this at a very young age).”
I think it’s because I was drawn to Jesus’ incredible love. I knew he was good, but not just good as in the superhero fighting the villain, it was much deeper than that. And as my oldest is three understanding more concepts, listening to all the stories we tell her, taking initiative in conversations & thoughtfulness, I’m seeing how at such a young age–Jesus makes sense. I was reading to her some Bible stories, very simplistic in nature, and it came to the part where Jesus was being crucified (like I said, it was simplistic, not the Passion in full swing) where she had a sadness in her eye. I could identify with that sadness and conjure it up from when I was her age, because I like her, could see why it was so sad. It was sad & lonely, because this person who was so incredibly good & just was being robbed of life.
But the part in which I burst forth, as did she, was when we soon realized that wasn’t the end of the story, but Jesus overcame death, bursting forth from the tomb–leaving it empty. I could see the shadow of sadness quickly being replaced with joy & hope in my three year old’s eyes. And as I saw in this child illustrated Bible, feet on a cross, my eyes got misty connecting with the same mourning my daughter was feeling. But, unlike watching a fake romance movie Hollywood has portrayed giving us hope deferred & hope renewed–this is such a better love story. This is a love story even a three year old understands to be true & wholeheartedly genuine.
And even though we rarely think about feasting upon cookies during this season of Lent (most people giving them up), I do offer you a burst of delight upon your senses (not that I think these compare to the Easter story at all). I made these cookies for my mom getaway a couple weeks back and I find they have a wonderful marriage with sour, freshness of the lime, the creamy depth of the cream cheese, the buttery, saltiness of the caramel and the crunch & melding of it all with the macadamia nuts. I like how the flavors blend, some pack more of a punch, while others leave a nice undertone on in your mouth.
I think that’s why I find these cookies applicable with this post–it’s about awakening the senses. So as you might read the Passion story for the first time or the 70th time, notice how much of the story deals with smell, touch, taste, sight, & sound. How Jesus reached us with our senses. How the Lenten season is typically about denying the senses, yet as Jesus burst forth from the tomb on Easter morning–we burst forth in celebration with him to feast in a hope no longer deferred.
Burst Delights (printable recipe)
I used my Orange Cardamom Cookies as the base for these Lime-Cream Cheese-Macadamia Nut-Caramel Cookies.
Ingredients:
- 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 tablespoons lime zest
- 1/4 cup macadamia nuts, measure out 1/4 cup and finely chop it up
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 2 sticks (1/2 pound) unsalted butter, softened
- 3/4 cup sugar
- 1 large egg yolk
- 2 tablespoons heavy cream
- 1 lime for juice
Cream Cheese-Caramel Icing
- 1/3 – 1/2 cup whipped cream cheese
- 1/4 cup homemade caramel sauce (or store bought)
- splash of lime oil essence (or extract)
- 2 teaspoons lime zest
Make dough:
Whisk together flour, zest, 3 Tb. finely ground macadamia nuts, and salt.
Beat butter and sugar with an electric mixer until pale and fluffy, then beat in yolk and cream. At low speed, mix in flour mixture in 3 batches just until a dough forms. Put the dough on parchment paper.
Mound the dough together and roll into a log. Once you get a basic log shape, position the dough in the middle of the parchment. Then, take the parchment that’s north of the dough and cover it over the dough. Take a bench scraper and push the edge of it at the base of the parchment covered dough, trying to make a concentric log. Roll the log so the parchment covers the whole thing and twist the edges. Refrigerate for 3 hours to overnight (if you want to speed the process, then place in freezer for about 30 minutes to 1 hour).
Cut and bake cookies:
Preheat oven to 350°F with rack in middle.
Remove firm dough. Unroll the parchment so the dough is still sitting on top of the paper. Place on a cutting board. Cut the dough into 1/8 inch. Transfer cookies to a parchment-lined large baking sheet, arranging them 1 inch apart.
Bake until edges are golden-brown, 12-15 minutes. While the cookies are still warm, slice the zested lime in half and squeeze the juice over the cookies. The cookies will absorb the juice and give the cookies that great lime kick. Cool on baking sheet and arrange with below directions.
Make Icing:
Put the whipped cream cheese in a small bowl and add 1 Tb of caramel sauce at a time. Mixing to get a balance of caramel & cream cheese. Then add some lime essence, just a splash. You want to have a balance of the flavors. Not too much of the lime, but enough to have it stand out.
Putting them together:
With a spoon, put about 1/2 teaspoon icing on each cookie & swirl around. Drizzle caramel over the cookies with a fork or spoon. Sprinkle with remaining chopped macadamia nut & lime zest.
Casimir Pulaski Day & My Firstborn
I’m an auditory learner. I thought I was a visual, but realized today I’ve misdiagnosed myself. This would make sense for my love of music, learning all the lines of the play I was in in third grade, & my ability to repeat most things when put to song or via storytelling.
Music..it’s a powerful tool, which is innate to most humans. It stirs emotion in the deep crevices of our life. It reminds us where we were & what we were feeling when a specific song is playing. It brings people together & tears others apart. I received my degree in History with an emphasis in Early Modern Europe. In fact, my thesis was on the complications music brought into the newly formed Protestant Church (tore people apart & brought others together).
Well, for me music is everything beautiful, sweet & good. I’m listening to Sufjan Steven’s ‘Casimir Pulaski Day.’ This song floods my mind & my heart with some of life’s deepest of emotions.
Ben had just bought Steven’s album “Come On Feel the Illinoise.”. It was late December of 2006 & I was about 38 weeks pregnant with our first child. Not quite knowing then how life altering giving birth would be, then mix in bringing a baby home whom you’d be responsible for it’s sustenance (makes for mental instability at times).
This album played non-stop. As I drove in the car, listened to my MP3 player, & when we were at home together. The song talks about a young girl getting cancer of the bone, which is depressing, especially when you’re husband points out after our daughter is born, “This song makes me sad, because I think of our daughter dying.” not really what you want to tell a postpartum mama.
But, this song now reminds me of how quickly she’s grown up. There have been times when I wished, “if only this could go more quickly!”. I’m reminded of all the fear I felt as a new mama, not knowing how I would make it through her first week, how I was going to get her to latch on…or…how would I make it through the dark night. I recall days just prior to sunset praying, “God, you’re my strength, I believe but help my unbelief,” over & over. I mustered all I could to not cry & think, “I don’t love her like Ben does, but I’m her mama.”
So as I listen to this song, I think of that scared mama sitting in the bathroom crying. I think of missing out on the beauties of my firstborn’s first weeks & how I wish I could take it back. But more importantly, which is now, I think of my dear, sweet, one of kind dreamer, firstborn daughter who will be three years too soon and how I want to bundle her up to stop her growing. I want to always hold her like I did the first day I met her. I want to cherish her beauty, her intellect, her quirks…everything that makes her the original handiwork the good Lord made.
This is what music does to me. It stirs up strong & powerful images, feelings, emotions, smells, tastes…creating stories for my life’s storybook.And I guess that’s why her middle name is Storey, which means ‘strong & powerful.’

