Monday, December 18, 2023

Mary's Story

 

 A few months ago I was given the opportunity to work with our choir leader to develop narration for our Christmas Cantata. I poured over the scripture accounts in Matthew and Luke as well as the Old Testament prophecies.  Thoughts that, "countless others have written about this, why should I?"  Plagued my mind.  I talked to my husband about my insecurities, and he simply said, "why not you?"   

I sat with his encouragement and put pen to paper.  This narration is given by a cousin of Mary.  

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Many have given their account of the miraculous birth of our Lord. I’ve come to tell you my family’s side of the story.

A little over two thousand years ago, the men and women of Israel were waiting for the arrival of their promised Messiah.    He would be a mighty king who would free them from their cruel oppressors, but all kings, no matter how mighty, begin their lives as precious babies.

From the Holy Scriptures, there was a whisper of the deliverance to come. 

Isaiah 9:6-7

For a child is born to us,

    a son is given to us.

The government will rest on his shoulders.

    And he will be called:

Wonderful Counselor, [a] Mighty God,

    Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

7 His government and its peace

    will never end.

He will rule with fairness and justice from the throne of his ancestor  

    for all eternity.

The passionate commitment of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies

    will make this happen!

**

God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a village in Galilee. To our young virgin cousin, Mary, who was engaged to be married to a man named Joseph. Joseph was from the kingly line of David.

 “Greetings favored woman! The Lord is with you!”

  Confused and disturbed, Mary tried to think what the angel could mean.  “Don’t be afraid, Mary,” the angel told her, “For you have found favor with God!  You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be very great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David.  And he will reign over Israel forever; his Kingdom will never end!”

 Mary asked the angel, “But how can this happen? I am a virgin.”

The angel replied, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So, the baby to be born will be holy, and he will be called the Son of God. What’s more, your relative Elizabeth has become pregnant in her old age! People used to say she was barren, but she has conceived a son and is now in her sixth month.  For the word of God will never fail.”

To which our cousin Mary responded, “I am the Lord’s servant. May everything you have said about me come true.” And then the angel left her.

Soon after her divine encounter, Mary hurried to go and visit her Aunt Elizabeth.  As she traveled, she replayed all that she had seen and heard in her mind.  It seemed too incredible to believe, but she knew in her soul that what had happened was real.  She also remembered the many times her parents had talked with her about the promised Messiah.  Never did she think she would be so honored to be the vessel to carry the Eternal King.

When Mary reached her aunt’s home, Elizabeth was overcome with the Holy Spirit.  She exclaimed in a loud voice, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promise to her!”

 Mary was strengthened in her Spirit to hear confirmation of her wonderful news.  They drew great comfort and encouragement from each other over the three months that followed.  When Elizabeth was soon to deliver John, Mary went home to Galilee.   

**

Mary’s arrival home brought proof that she was pregnant.  Her young body had begun to swell, revealing the glorious secret she was keeping.  She was steadfast in her conviction that this was God’s child and was excited to share the news with Joseph.

 

Joseph was shaken when she told him she was pregnant with the Son of God. He was heartbroken with the thought that Mary may have been unfaithful.  Her story was unbelievable to him. He had forgotten the prophecy of Isaiah 7, that the virgin shall conceive a child! She will give birth to a son and will call him Emmanuel—God is with us.  As he wrestled with the decision to divorce her quietly or not, exhaustion overtook him, and he fell asleep. 

 

Mary told us that while Joseph slept an angel appeared to him too! The angel reassured him that this was part of God’s glorious plan. He told Joseph that the baby within her was conceived by the Holy Spirit. Mary was to give birth to a son, and he was to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins. Joseph woke up determined to go through with the marriage and to take care of Mary and the baby.

 

Mary shared that while they were planning for their future life together, there was an order from Rome that there was to be a census taken. Since Joseph was a descendant of David, he needed to report to Bethlehem to be counted.  Unfortunately, they couldn’t wait until after she had the baby to present themselves. It was during the last trimester of her pregnancy that they needed to set out.  The journey would take them a week to traverse over rough terrain.

 

While they covered the distance, she and Joseph would talk often about the prophecy of Micha 5:2.

 

But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah who are too little to be among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler of Israel, whose origins are from old, from ancient times.

 

Days into the journey, Joseph could see on Mary’s face that the arduous trek was taking its toll on her heavily pregnant body.   Her face would flash between expectant hope and winces of pain as the labor began.  He was concerned that they wouldn’t find lodging before the baby arrived. The town of Bethlehem was so filled with fellow census travelers.  At last Joseph was told of a stable where they could stay.

 

A stable! How outlandish to think that the Sovereign One would lower himself so completely as to share a space used by animals.  Young Mary was so brave that night as her body labored.  At last, her son was born.

 

All heaven took a deep breath as our Savior filled his lungs for the first time.  When his cry pierced the night the fabric between heaven and earth was torn. 

 

**

In a field nearby, shepherds were keeping watch over their flocks.  A small campfire emitted a comforting glow and offered a respite from the cold night.    

 

The calm was broken when an Angel of the Lord suddenly appeared in their midst. The men fell to the ground dumb struck by the brilliance of the Glory of the Lord that shone around them. 

 

The angel comforted them with his words: Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.  Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you, he is the Messiah, the LORD.  This will be a sign to you, you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” 

 

The rift between heaven and earth opened further and a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

 

The fear that the shepherds first experienced was replaced with awe and joy.  Their voices soon joined the angels in singing praise to the Eternal One, the Ancient of Days, Merciful Yahweh. 

 

After a time, the Glorious Light and echoes of the Heavenly chorus faded back into the quiet night.

The shepherds came back to themselves and immediately decided to go and find the child spoken of.  On the way, they wondered how they would find Him.  Arriving on the outskirts of town, they were drawn to an ethereal glow emanating from a stable and headed towards the light.

**

 

Following the birth of baby Jesus, Joseph tenderly fussed over Mary and helped her to get comfortable.  Together they swaddled the newborn baby and marveled at his perfect fingers and toes.  They laid him in a manger filled with fresh hay.

 

A holy hush had overtaken the atmosphere.  Even the animals seemed to sense how profound the moment was. 

 

A commotion just outside got Joseph’s attention.  He went to the doorway and was surprised to see a group of shepherds milling about.  They were trying to find the courage to cross the threshold when Joseph stepped outside. 

  What the shepherds shared was extraordinary!  They shared the news the Angels gave them about what this Precious Baby would mean to the world. 

 Joseph allowed them to come just inside the doorway.  There they bowed low and worshipped the tiny Messiah.  Peace filled the stable like a cloud.  The presence of God was undeniable.

 The shepherds went away telling everyone what had happened and what the angel had said to them about this child.  All who heard the shepherds’ story were astonished.  Mary treasured these memories and would whisper them to Jesus along with the songs of Angels as she rocked him to sleep. 

 


 

 

Tuesday, May 16, 2023

Watch Where You Step


 This morning at 7:20am there was a shit storm of epic proportions.  I was on the phone with my mother when the bowels of hell opened.  Most drama starts when mama is on the phone.  

Tucker was crying in a heap on the carpet. Minutes before, I’d rescued him when he fell between some toys.  I thought he’d simply gotten himself in another tangle.  

Sweet Mazie saying she's sorry for the accident. 


Phone dangling between my shoulder and ear I bent down to help him up.  My nose was the first to realize this wasn’t a normal plop.  You see, my puppy’s stomach had been upset as evidenced by the horror baby Tuck had found himself in.  

I had scanned the carpet less than an hour before.  How did this happen?

Answers to that question would have to wait as I bid a hasty adieu to my mother.  

I carried the squalling, wriggling toddler to the changing table; facing outwards so not to spread fecal material to my clothes.  Laying him down I took in a sight that will haunt me for years to come.  

This poor babe had poo smeared from the top of his head to his wee little socks.  His arms, shirt and hair were coated.  He was hysterical, driven mad by the smell and was bucking like a bull right out the rodeo gates.  Kicking and rolling, it took extra patience to wipe him down without contaminating the table.

I believe it was divine intervention that kept the smell from assaulting my nose.  Not for a second did I lose my patience with this red-faced twisting tornado.  He knew he was up to his eyeballs in shit, and he didn’t want to be.  

Half a pack of wipes and a hair wash changed his attitude for the better.  He settled down and I was able to dress him into clean clothes.  I did a quick wash of his hair and put him in the highchair so I could clean the floor.  This is not an advertisement for the Bissel Little Green Machine, but that little unit made it like it never happened.  

Later, on the ride to preschool I began thinking about how we handle those moments when we fall headlong into shit by no fault of our own.  How often do we succumb to the same reaction when adversity knocks us down?

This poor babe was paralyzed as his senses were assaulted by the smell. He literally couldn’t move or even begin to try and get away.  Even after he was freed, and the cleanup was beginning he fought me because he was stuck at injustice of it all.  

Understandably, it can seem impossible to move forward when calamity strikes.  There are times when all we can do is lay there, cry and wait for help. There will be times when we are the ones to scoop up our friends and help them. We comfort others with the same comfort we’ve received from God. 

I’m grateful Jesus is my ever-present help in time of trouble.  

Let us pray-

Heavenly Father, thank you that you are above all and in all.  Help us as we go out through our day to be wise where we step.  That you would surround us and go before us. When we see others around us who’ve fallen into trouble, give us hands to help.  Bless us with love so we can love others.  In Jesus name. Amen


Friday, September 20, 2019

Prodigal Me?


I’ve been reading the New Testament of the Bible as part of a dare that our Pastor made to our congregation last month. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6m-9UucxDrA&t=80s
Pastor Brandon challenged us to read the entire New Testament in 100 days.  This guided reading is how I stumbled back upon the parable of the prodigal son. The parable is found in Luke 15.


The parable of the prodigal son is one of my favorites. Different seasons of my life have offered fresh harvests of insight.  Lately, the thought “I am the prodigal daughter” has played in a loop through my mind.  I was the prodigal daughter in the past. In my late teens, I wandered off course, led by a broken heart. Once I was back in the Way, my relationship with Christ healed my brokenness and set my feet on a sure path.


How is it, then, that a little over twenty years later I am again pondering life as the prodigal daughter? Hadn’t I made it past that point? The specific verse that got me thinking was verse 13. “Not long after that (after asking his dad to give him his inheritance) the younger son got together all he had and set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.”


The prodigal son had to leave his father’s house to make these choices.  He was no longer under his father’s protection even though he was still his father’s son. When I purposefully make choices that are outside of God’s plan I open myself up to consequences that could be avoided by simply staying close to my heavenly Father.

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        I am the prodigal daughter when I spend all my money on frivolousness and don’t honor God with my tithe.

·         I am the prodigal daughter when I go my own way, when I chronically and consistently desert my family for my own pursuits. I have been entrusted with this gift of family, and when I don’t take care of my gift, I am not honoring God.

·         I am the prodigal daughter when I wear myself out and don’t enter into a Sabbath rest.

·         I am the prodigal daughter returned and welcomed by my Father, when I realize how empty I am and how much I still need him 20 years later. 


After I wrote those words, I began to think about the older brother from the story, the one who stayed with his father and became jealous and angry at how extravagantly his father’s love was expressed when his younger brother came home.


·         I am the older sister who stayed with my father when I shake my head in contempt at my sister’s poor choices instead of watching with my Father for her to come home.

·         I am the older sister when I pridefully look at my life and believe that my loyalty and positive choices make me righteous.

·         I am the older sister when I resent my younger sister being blessed and lose sight of the fact that I am offered the same lavish love as she.

·         I am the older sister when I compare myself to my younger sister and envy her new position. For envy rots the bones (Proverbs 14:30)



Envy (also) leads to jealousy

Jealousy leads to hate.

Hate leads to anger.

And anger leads to the Dark Side.

                  ---Yoda, Star Wars Episode I





Monday, November 12, 2018


I love the colors of fall. 



Happy dreary Monday to you all! While my "day babies" are sleeping, I am trying to menu plan and make a grocery list.  I'm sure I'm not the only mama who draws a complete blank when it comes to making dinner. The meals need to be easy to prepare and my kids need to like it.

Is anyone like me in that I find myself in a dinner rut? Chicken Alfredo, Tacos and Cereal too often round out my top three choices.  I decided to look for inspiration from one of my Food Network Favorites: Ree Drummond, aka the Pioneer Woman.

Earlier in the year I splurged on her cookbook and I enjoyed thumbing through the glossy pages today. Before I started my dinner quest, I did know I wanted to make broccoli cheese soup. (Still her recipe from her website, not the cookbook.)

After about six different distractions I finally came up with my menu for the week. Next up is figuring out the grocery list and loading it into Shipt and my Walmart cart.  The Walmart grocery app is very good.  I use Shipt to shop Lidil. I am not being paid for my promotion, these are lifesavers in my child filled life.

What follows is the menu for the week. :)


Pork Chops with Pineapple Fried Rice
https://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/pork-chops-with-pineapple-fried-rice/

Chicken Enchiladas (I need to use the canned red sauce because the green is a little spicy for my people.)
https://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/chicken-enchiladas/

Cashew Chicken
https://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/cashew-chicken/

Broccoli Cheese Soup
https://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/slow-cooker-broccoli-cheese-soup/

Oven BBQ Chicken--chicken pieces in my instant pot, finished with bottled bbq sauce brushed over top and broiled in oven for the color.

Chicken Salisbury Steak--my recipe, yet to be posted.

I hope this helps with dinner ideas!


Wednesday, October 10, 2018

You Have Permission to Fail--Me.


The other day I was going through my notepad app on my phone.  I was trying to come up with a blog post since it's been months since I've last written anything.  When I go for walks, sometimes I am struck with what I think are profound thoughts that I then talk-to-text into the app.

There was an thought about giving a person permission to fail. In this day and age we are constantly bombarded by perceived perfection.  Perfect family pictures, exotic vacations, mouthwatering dinners, group shots showing friends having a good time when my invitation seemed to have been misplaced. I've watched and attempted hair tutorials and come up short.

I try my best to be authentic in my posts.  Perhaps you've read my post from 2015 called My Not so Thankful Thanksgiving. My transparency shows my failure and how I've learned from it.  My plan was to expound on our perceived short comings and encourage people to lighten up on themselves.

As I began to work on that idea more, I was struck with a deeper message.  What if I gave people permission to fail me? What if I made a conscious decision to offer people the same grace God graciously gave me through his Son, Jesus Christ? Simply giving it to them without being asked or apologized to.

What does that look like? What does that feel like? Why on earth would we set ourselves up to allow people to let us down?

It means, even if I'm not invited out somewhere, it's not the end of my world.  I recently had a good friend go to a women's event (that I was invited to last year) with a  group of friends she's close with. In that group we have a few mutual friends.  I wasn't asked to go.  It stung for a second, but I didn't let it wound me.  I understand in group settings like that sometimes your best friends isn't in charge of the guest list, and that's ok.

My husband used to tell me wen we were first married that he "would let me down, but Jesus never would." Al Barz was true to his word.  His redirection to Jesus was annoying at the time, but as I matured in my faith, its truth was freeing.  I am not looking to people for my emotional stability because my stability comes from my relationship with my Savior.

Plans are going to fall through, kids are going to break stuff, coaches are going to not play your son, people will cut you off in traffic and that's ok. What's not ok is an attitude that "I am more worthy of grace than the people annoying me." By not forgiving quickly, but keeping a record of perceived wrong, we are saying we are more important that the other person. If we call ourselves Christians and can't seem to move above, around or through issues, we've missed the point of God's grace in our lives.

Does that mean that we stay in situations where we are treated poorly? No! Certainly not. If our "friends" are only available on their terms, that's not a healthy friendship.  However, if we have friends that haven't reached out to us in a while, let's not count how many months since we've last talked and instead pick up the phone and let's reach out to them.  I know it's hard to be the one doing the reaching, but I also know that the person you may not have talked to in a while may be going throughs some hard situations.

Let's love people where they are and stop making them come to us all the time.

The group I love the most and the hardest. Thanksgiving 2017.


Monday, March 12, 2018

Lessons From The Garden



Have you ever caught a glimpse of God in the mundane? I’ve discovered that’s quite often where I find Him. One particular day it happened while I was weeding my strawberry beds. 

Our weather had finally started to warm up and as a result, trees, shrubs and grass that had been dormant for months had started to wake up.  Weeds appeared out of nowhere and I wanted to take care of them before they got out of hand.

A few weeks prior I had likened marriages to gardens at my Bible study group.  As wise wives I feel we should take care to tend/nurture our relationships. I encouraged those in my group to:



Tend your gardens. Plenty of ladies would love to work your ground. Plenty of weeds choke our energy and passion for our loves. Use words that nurture, like water on parched ground. Forgive often, tilling the ground to prepare it for new growth. Have a sense of humor. Laughter is good for the soul just like sunshine is vital for photosynthesis. Tend your garden because it’s a precious gift.

When my garden gets out of hand.
 As my hands were in the dirt my analogy came back to me. It began to unfold and apply to so much more than my marriage. Four main points came to my heart: boundaries, kinds of weeds, tools and regular maintenance.

Boundaries

It’s important to have good boundaries in our gardens; without them, the grass creeps in.  This is so evident in my strawberry beds.  One of my raised beds has imploded since my many children have used it as a balance beam allowing the Bermuda grass to march in. Grass growing where it’s not welcome can be overwhelming, hard to remove, and it spreads quickly.
My broken down bed.

This is also true in our spiritual life.  Boundaries help keep enemies out of our space.  A big threat to our spaces is the secular culture we live in. As Christians we’re not supposed to be “like” everyone else. Romans 12:2 encourages me to “not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”

I help to shape the culture of my home. In my entryway I have scriptures posted. Philippians 4:8 has always been one of my favorites, “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is


excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”   What we think about has a way of soaking into our hearts. I love that verse so much because it reminds me of my own dad and all the times he would admonish me to “guard my heart.” When I was 17 I didn’t realize he was covering me with Proverbs 4:23. “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” Now I understand what he was telling me and because of that I try to humbly and authentically walk out my faith in full view of my children, telling them, “The Bible says this,” and “God wants us to be that.” I’m usually answered with a chorus of eye rolls, but that’s ok because I’m planting seeds of my own in their hearts.

Kinds of Weeds

Showing my guys where strawberries 
come from. 
Bermuda grass is not the only weed in my strawberry beds. I’m not a horticulturist, so my name for weeds is not extensive.  Luckily, you don’t need to know their names when you’re pulling them. Some weeds grow right under and into my strawberries.  That can be tricky.  Some weeds have an easy root system to pull out, but they take up massive surface area.  Some weeds have already gone to seed and run the risk of spreading their spores when pulled. 

Some weeds in my life can be idleness or procrastination.  These are easily pulled, but can take up a lot of surface area or time in my life.  The weeds of pride and self-sufficiency can often get caught up in the “fruit” of my life.  These can be trickier to pull and run the risk of damaging what I’ve worked hard to cultivate.

The weeds that go to seed before being addressed can manifest as hurt and frustration in my life.  If I’m not careful when uprooting them, they may spread to other parts of my life or into lives of other people.  Gossiping about people who have wronged me is a great way to spread those pesky weed seeds.

Tools

Gardening gloves is the first tool to come to mind. I don’t have a spiritual likeness, they’re just handy for saving a manicure.  No one wants to see dirty fingernails.  I also want my hands to stay soft for comforting my babies.  Oh wait! They could be like my spiritual armor, “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” (Ephesians 6:12 KJV) When I’m operating in the spiritual, leaning on Jesus for strength and protection, He fights for me. When I’m letting God fight my battles, my hands don’t get dirty.

A good hoe is a useful tool. The one I have has a pointy end and is really sharp. You can use one side of it to scrape up those annoying tiny weeds. The pointy tip can root out the larger ones.  In this analogy the Bible is the hoe. ”All scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work." (2 Timothy 3:16)

Bounty from the garden.
Regular Maintenance

Regular maintenance is vital to any healthy garden or healthy life, even though it’s tedious and annoying at times. In the spirit of full disclosure, my garden beds can get pretty natty.  My prayer life can get pretty barren.  I’m so grateful that the Master Gardener of my life is patient.  He does not want me to be happy with the status quo. He wants me to live up to the potential He knows is in me. 

The same is true in all our lives.  It’s true that Jesus loves us so much He died for us, so that none would perish but have eternal life.  Too many people are happy to leave it at that.  To stay there requires nothing more from us; but, to have the abundant life He has planned for us requires a little work. We’re told over and over again to repent, or turn from, our sins. “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”                       (2 Corinthians 5:17)

Pruning is also an important part of maintenance. Removing the dead ends allows for new growth. Moving across the country went beyond a pruning to a full transplant.  That was seven years ago. The growth that I’ve experienced has been exponential and I give Him the Glory for that. Verses in Ephesians 3:20-21 have been water to my soul, “Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever, Amen.”

May your gardens be fruitful and full of the Lord’s blessings.





Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Chicken and Dumplings For The Win


Lucas and his snowball.
We’ve lived in South Carolina seven years now and even though it’s cliché to say how fast the time has gone by, time has flown by!  I was reading in Genesis today and it's noted that Jacob worked for Laban seven years and to him (Jacob) it seemed like only days. The older I get, the more that rings true in my life.  (Genesis 29:20)  However, no matter how long we have lived here, I am still surprised by the South’s reaction to snow. 

During our drive home from Michigan we encountered more snow than usual.  We were still able to make forward progress, even if it was a little slow.  That is until we hit Asheville, NC.  The Smokey Mountains are called that because they have pockets of fog which entwine the landscape. It's really very lovely, however, this particular evening it had become treacherous freezing fog. A highway interchange that on its best days is known for its congestion, turned into an utter log jam when it became glazed with the freezing fog. Black ice had caused numerous cars to slide off the road way which didn’t instill the greatest confidence when fellow travelers watched it happen.

I witnessed a car just come to a complete stop in the middle of the road in the opposite lane.  The truck beside it went ahead and stopped too, which led to a mile of backups, all because they weren’t sure how to drive in slick conditions.  I understand that ice is the great equalizer and that even the heaviest vehicle with awesome tires is no match for the slick stuff when you're driving too fast; but, to stop in the middle of the road without pulling out of the lane of traffic is ridiculous.

 My husband navigated through the nightmare with great skill.  I won’t elaborate as to his methods because I don’t need my insurance rates to rise anymore.   Short story long, we made it home a little more than thirteen hours after we set off. For comparison, the ride up only took eleven hours.

The snow and cold seemed to follow us back and later that week we were gifted the treat of a Southern Snow Day.  These are the times everything shuts down because of the mere possibility of snow. The snow that was predicted to fall overnight was a little late, it did eventually began snowing around 10am the next morning. 

The kids were ecstatic and it didn’t take long for a few inches to accumulate.  The rest of the day was spent refilling hot chocolates and making sure the wet clothes were cycled repeatedly through the dryer. 

Cold days like that call for comfort food.  Well, to be fair, most of my days call for comfort food.  I am a culinary artist and butter is my medium. Quite often flour goes into the butter and becomes something glorious.  That day it was Chicken and Dumplings and Chocolate Chip Pecan Cookies. 

The Chocolate Chip cookies were your basic recipe.  I had to improvise a little by using mini chocolate chips over a regular size chip.  The result was more chocolate per bite since the little bits allowed them to more evenly distribute in the dough.

I hadn’t made Chicken and Dumplings in ages and my family was happy to see it again. The pot was emptied in record time; and the snow actually lasted longer than the cookies!

Hopefully you’ll get a chance to try this out on a day you need some extra love.   


A hug in a bowl.

Annie’s Chicken and Dumplings

3# bone in and skin on chicken thighs

1 medium onion diced (1 cup)

2 large carrots sliced thin (3/4 cup)

2 Large stalks celery—with tops (3/4 cup)

3 tbsp flour

3 tbsp butter

4-6 cups chicken broth

Salt and pepper

1 tsp garlic powder

1 tsp onion powder

1 tsp poultry seasoning

½ tsp ground thyme

½ tsp allspice

1 tbsp minced garlic

1 2/3 cups all-purpose baking mix

2/3 cup milk

1 tbsp melted butter, cooled



Preheat oven to 350

On a large baking sheet arrange chicken thighs. Pat them dry with a paper towel.

Baked Chicken Thighs 
In a small dish combine 1 tsp of salt, 1 tsp of pepper in addition to the garlic powder, onion powder, poultry seasoning, thyme and allspice. Evenly sprinkle over the top of the chicken and bake 45 min-1hr until chicken is cooked and the skin is crispy.  Let it cool and shred the chicken off the bone. Feel free to snack on the chicken skin like a pork rind.

In a large pot melt the butter.

Add the veggies and garlic and cook until they start to get tender. 



Add flour and stir. Let it cook for a few minutes. 

Add the chicken broth. Stir, stir, stir.

Add the shredded chicken and let it simmer.  You want it thicker than soup but not as thick as chili. Like a stew.

In a medium bowl, combine the baking mix, milk and melted butter. Drop rounded spoonfuls on top of the gravy and put the lid on. Let it simmer for 10 minutes until the dumplings are cooked through.