My Best Granola

Hello friends!

Wishing you well this Saturday morning! It’s sunny here ☀️

Today I meet with you, simply to share an expression of love in my life…food:)

It brings me such joy to share a gift from my kitchen with others. Cooking is another way I get my creative “out.” I grew up with a Mom that made good food. She was a cook by the book. I’m far less organized than Mom, and I enjoy seeing a dish come together slowly…through the process of “this and that”. For me, it is more about the creative process which leads to a finished plate meant to be shared.

Below is a recipe I share all through the year. It is especially enjoyed at Women’s Bible Study! This granola has traveled on the road with countless loved ones. It has been munched on by hikers, bagged up for giftS, and is often packed up for college students.

This illustration is a new “style” for me. I’ve been messing around with the “retro look.” (Graphics, fonts, backgrounds) I’ve recently been inspired by other artists who have illustrated their recipes this way:)

Here you go! Happy Saturday!

Much love,

Old Age


It’s good to have a chance to sit down and write. I may not have long, so I will try to be brief!

I am in the stage of life where I often alternate between taking care of my aging parent (91) and my precious grandchildren. (Ages soon to be born-9 yrs.) When my first granddaughter was born, I felt stronger. I was of course, almost 10 years younger! Back then, it was my Mom who I cared for…now that she is gone, it is my Dad.

It’s hard to see your parents slowly lose their identity. This is especially true for those who do not have a close relationship with our Lord. Those who seek their identity in people and things. This was/is both of my parents. For my Mom, she curled up with the resentment of a lifetime of hurt, for my Dad, he still reaches to find acceptance from others.

I see myself in them both, they are in my genes, and influenced my youth. I am eternally grateful that my loving Father in heaven, rescued me from these things. They would have been my destruction. I chose to look up, and He pulled me out of the pit.

Many of us grow old (if we are given the time here) and must face the symptoms of aging. If we cling to God, He will continue to give us purpose, and provide what we need to accomplish it. I’ve always looked at aging as God’s mercy. For many, a lifetime is lived pursuing self. We get to the end of our rope, and we find that we can’t muster up what we really need. What we’ve been looking for all our lives. Our Savior.

So, in God’s loving mercy, He slowly strips away our reliance of self. This is when we might finally realize He is with us, and then take His hand.

I find this verse in Isaiah so comforting.

I’m so weary of the demands, and even the wounds of the past…but, I know that if I continue to look up, God will provide for me the compassion, perseverance, patience, wisdom and strength needed to be the daughter He calls me to be.

Click on the image above to print 🙂

Many hugs to those of you out there caring for the aging. It is hard, but we might each be there one day. I try to remember that, and love (with God’s help!) even when my flesh wants to run.

Much love,