Good News – We Are Not Far From Home

Thinking about our dear friends, the Greenes, today. Three years ago, their son Owen died. As I was thinking about them, I was reminded of something I read recently by Spurgon. I find confort in his words and pray that you, and the Greenes, will too.

O CHILDREN of God! death hath lost its sting. It is sweet to die; to lie upon the breast of Christ, and have one’s soul kissed out of one’s body by the lips of divine affection. And you that have lost friends, or that may be bereaved, sorrow not as those who are without hope. What a sweet thought the death of Christ brings us concerning those who are departed! They are gone, my brethren; but do you know how far they have gone? The distance between the glorified spirits in heaven and the militant saints on earth seems great; but it is not so. We are not far from home.

C. H. Spurgeon, Daily Help (Bellingham, WA: Logos Research Systems, Inc., 2009), 86. (Emphasis mine)

Marvelous Muffin Mania…mmmm…

I don’t have time to devote to all the nit-picky-rambly details that would usually accompany a post like this. Suffice to say: The recipe has taken over a year of off & on trial and error (admittedly mostly off). There are also easier ways to obtain the phytate reduction & easier digestibility that this recipe includes, but….they’re not as fun. or light & fluffy…Oh & fyi: you DO NOT i repeat DO NOT need to do any dehydrating or flour milling for this recipe.

1) The nit-picky trick is you have to get the wheat when it is JUST BARELY starting to sprout little tails. if they get longer than just barely poking out, the starch-to-sugar conversion will go too far & render the muffins gluey. at least in my non-scientific experience.

2) I made this in my super-de-duper Vitamix. I suspect it MIGHT work in a ‘regular blender’, but this is coming from a woman who killed 1 “regular blender” a year for the past 4 years. If nothing else it will void a ‘regular blender’ warranty for sure.

3) i’d like to try using honey instead of sucanat, but the deal w/the sprouted wheat is it is puffed up w/water, so you have to lessen the moisture in the recipe. i wasn’t up for trialing with a moist(er) sweetener. If you do, let me know!!

Sprouted (or well, germinated), ‘flourless’ Whole Wheat Muffins

Rinse 2 or 3 cups of wheat berries & soak 10hrs or overnight. Place in a colander (i like to use one of those handy dandy types that have arms to balance over the sink), cover with a damp towel & ‘water’ (rinse)…often…? I do it everytime i walk through the kitchen. This can take 1-1.5 days. As soon as you start seeing a little sprouty guy poking out of most of them (sorry, they don’t sprout uniformly), make your muffins, or refrigerate the wheat & make them as soon as you can.

3/4 cup buttermilk (i used milk + 2TBS lemon juice as a sub for buttermilk)
Scant 1/2 cup oil (or melted butter. i used melted coconut oil)
1 egg
2 cups + 2 TBS germinated wheat berries (i used soft white wheat this go-round)
1/2 cup sucanat
1tsp vanilla, optional (i’m a freak about vanilla & use 1TBS but i’ve never seen a recipe recommend that)
1tsp cinnamon (optional)
2TBS (whole) flaxseeds
1tsp salt
1tsp baking soda
1tsp baking powder

Put all ingredients except baking soda & powder (i recommend measuring that out into a small bowl to pour in quickly at the same time at the end) into the vitamix & blend well. Open lid & stir in the baking soda & powders with a spoon & then pour into muffin tin (if adding fruit, stir that in before the powders). Bake at 400 for 15-30min until done. (when i use stoneware it takes longer than metal, thus the large time difference. just keep an eye on them till they start looking goldeny).

**for banana muffins, use 1-2 ripe bananas & a bit less oil.


We went to see tulips this weekend. I don’t have the time to edit and post a bunch of pictures right now, but here is one that turned out alright.

Easter and Baptism

Easter is a day of surprise. You get a hint of that when you read the gospel accounts of that first Easter morning. Whether it was the women or the disciples who we are following, for all of them you sense their great surprise that Jesus, who had been crucified but three day prior, was gone. His tomb was empty.

Today, Easter holds less of a surprise for us. We know that the tomb is empty. When we awake, we do so being aware that this is a special day of worship and celebration. Yet, there is little surprise. For the Burns family however, that was not the case today.

At breakfast I was telling Asher and Grace what all was planned for the day. This included going to church and having friends over for dinner. I also told them that, after lunch, we’d be going to a special baptism service to see people get baptized. Asher asked if they would be getting baptized too (surprise!). I paused for a moment. I asked him if he wanted to be baptized, to which he replied yes. Grace, of course, also wanted to be baptized.

Not ever wanting to take something like baptism lightly, we discussed what it meant to be baptized. How it was telling the whole world that we believe Jesus rose from the dead and that we want to follow Him all the days of our lives. I said that if that is what they wanted to do, then they could be baptized. They both, as you’ll see in the video, gave a resounding yes to the proposition.

While I have a number of theological thoughts I’d like to share surrounding baptism, and particularly the baptism of my kids, I’ll save those for another day. I think it is sufficient to say that God is faithful and Jennifer and I have trusted our children into his hands. We place our hope and trust not in water (or bread and wine), but in the faithfulness of God to which these things point.

He is risen.
He is risen indeed.


E list of words

For some reason Grace pronounces a lot of words with an exaggerated long E sound at the front:

Edults (adults)
Esplore (explore)
Ecited (excited)
Emazing (amazing)
Ezausting (exhausting)
Efraid (afraid)
Ennoyed (annoyed)
Efused (confused, though she’s been alternating this one w/the correct pronunciation lately)

…I’m sure there’s more but it’s all I can come up with right now.

Do Not Be Anxious About Anything…

..but but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God (Philippians 4:4).

It is apparent due to the mangled state of the inside of my lower lip & left cheek that I have not heeded the above verse. It has been a few years since i chewed to the point of drawing blood (& then kept right on going). Used to be a vicious constant habit, but Ryan has worked his magic and he puts it…self-cannibalism is now a rare occurrence.

There is certainly a lot of ‘stuff’ on our plate right now that could easily be considered stressors….things to be anxious about. Some things have been dragging me down, some were but the Lord has granted my heart peace about them, and others I’m trying to ignore until it’s actually something happening, therefore delaying the worrying if you will. Pretty much everything can be put into the “unkown” category. You know, something will be happening…at some point in the undetermined future…and not exactly sure what it will even be… I can think of 4 things in that category off the top of my head right now.

On top of all that my little boy seems to have gone and decided to start growing up on me. …And I seemed to not get the memo for awhile there. I was very excited about the little milestones happening with him…reading, dressing himself…WIPING himself (enter dance party)…brushing his own teeth…ect. However, it hadn’t really dawned on me that he’s DOING more because he’s GETTING OLDER and thus more independent. Yet still I saw my little guy that needs his mom to tell/remind him what to do, when to do it and how it should be done. Odd, since it’s been driving me crazy more or less acting like the ‘brain’ for 3 people all day everyday….draining my brain for sure! Much like a moth hovering around a lightbulb, I found myself getting singed recently. In retrospect I can see it’s been a growing issue over the last few months, and it came to a head early this week. Perhaps he finally just got tired of it, or perhaps my stress (that I was under the impression was pretty under control) has rubbed off, maybe transitions we’ve been making in regard to discipline have subconsciously freaked him out. Probably all of the above. I’m not about to air out anyone’s sins but my own, but let’s just say I actually had to call Ryan home from work at noon one day this week because I had been emotionally beat down to a catatonic weeping puddle by that point (in fairness to Asher all 3 of us had been butting heads with each other the whole morning. Wasn’t just him). If memory serves, I’ve never done that before…..i vaguely remember calling him at work to come home early when one or both of them had diarrhea & vomit going on I think…not sure. Anyhow, thankfully Ryan was able to come home & diffuse the situation and allow me some time to step back and ponder the big picture. In that pondering my sin in the situation was glaringly obvious. In fact, they were in many ways, just acting like me…but in a less ‘adult self-controlled’ way. Y.U.C.K

So there was that. The next day honestly wasn’t much better (other than i was expecting a bad day, so it wasn’t as hard), but it was that day that I realized the fact that the little guy was in the process of dropping the little…and I had been fighting him in it. Ryan and I talked, I prayed…realized I didn’t follow my own favorite saying/advice of, “just when you start to feel comfortable in a stage, they grow out of it.” So I took more steps yesterday of loosening the reigns that I cling to so tightly. I need to trust him more. I need to trust God more. He is in control of his heart and mind and emotions…not me. I cannot save my son. I CAN discipline him into faking a good attitude…ie. condition him to be a hypocrite. Or I can pray for him, model a love for Christ and a repentant heart, show him I believe he’s capable of making good choices…and trust God.

Yesterday my struggle was humorously illustrated during his shower. He recently started experimenting with taking “adult” showers. Where the shower head stays in the hook & he stands under it, instead of me holding it & hosing him down. He’s done it a few times, every time wanting me to help him w/part of it. Yesterday he shut the curtain and told me numerous times he did NOT want me to open it. He wanted privacy (though thankfully he DID want me in the bathroom still, heh). You would’ve thought he was about to walk a high-wire or something. I had to grab my phone & play on the internet to keep from peeking in to see if he was washing properly or ask if he wanted some help. I could feel the ridiculousness of the situation, yet tears sprung to my eyes when he announced he was finished and asked me to leave the room while he dried off. Not offended tears, but happy tears…mostly. It’s what I want. I WANT him to grow up to be an independent self-thinking, self-showering man who loves the Lord. That is my job as a mother, to teach him…or model for him, how to do that. I knew going in that I’d have to let go eventually, but I guess I didn’t realize the letting go started so soon.

So Asher: I’m sorry I’ve held on too tight. I probably will always struggle with it. Thankfully your dad is around to laugh at my ridiculous tear filled shower stories. He’ll help me remember to sit on my hands sometimes and let you figure this out….and I know your Father in Heaven will be carrying us all along.