Sorry for my lengthy absence here…I have a good reason though.
I’ve been fighting evil.
In truth, that’s a light-hearted explanation for a very heavy couple of weeks. In the days following the news about the Boston Marathon, I coped how I always do during these all-too familiar times.
I retreated somewhat; I talked less. I read my Bible more, I prayed more. My thoughts became consumed with the sadness. I would find myself in the middle of a daily activity-doing laundry, drying my hair, etc-and I would realize that I had just stopped. My thoughts would be so jumbled and my heart so heavy that I would just freeze up sometimes with the mess going on in my brain.
I looked forward to the future less; I dreamed of Heaven more.
I questioned bringing any more children into this world. I fantasized about moving to an isolated ranch where I could immerse myself in a bubble away from all the tragedies of this life.
And that….that’s the evil I’ve been fighting.
The notion that I can outrun the hard times.
The idea that I can shield or prevent myself or my family from trials and sadness.
The belief that I know better than God what life should be like.
It’s all bogus. Those are my weaknesses being played on, and I know that. I know God is good. I know that he weeps when evil abounds. But I also know that his peace passes all understanding, and that his love abounds even more.
I am where I am because of Him. Jesus died so that I could live this life I so readily complain about. He suffered for this mad, mad world. And I just don’t get it. But when I look back through his life and his lineage, I see that things really aren’t that different. People hurt other people, destruction happened, evil existed, and through it all, He loved.
So I’m trying. I’m trying to love as He loved. And I’m trying to allow that love in….to remember that this world IS good, and that his plan for me, for us, is wonderful.
Today I’m sharing two things…an easy and yummy recipe that will warm your hearts and bellies, and a post about tragedy that will encourage your family’s spirits and souls.
This lasagna garnered high, high praise from my husband, who has a subconscious aversion to many things italian because of the frequency of spaghetti nights in his house growing up. And this letter garnered high praise from my beautiful mother who knows me so well. She sent it to me last week, and it spoke straight to my struggles and fears. Written by a mom to her children after the Newtown shooting, it is simply beautiful.
Spinach Lasagna Roll-Ups with Homemade Marinara (serves 2-3)
For easy homemade marinara:
6 uncooked lasagna noodles
1 c ricotta cheese
1 c shredded mozzarella cheese
1/3 c shredded parmesan cheese
1/2 package frozen spinach (5 oz)
1/8 tsp salt
1/8 tsp black pepper
1/8 tsp nutmeg