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Present Ponderings…


I love my life. I realize my perspective on things, my ability to think positive and trust God with the unknown has changed over the years for the better. I have been thrown so many curve balls but the one constant is God’s never stopping, never giving up, always constant love and strength.

I feel good. My heart is good. Our marriage is good. My boys are good. We have been searching for a church home and may have found one and that is good. I love what my day to day looks like. I feel like each day is such a gift and I’m living such a rich and full life…even on the messy days.

I love my boys. That encompasses my Superheroes and my Handsome Hubby. Are they perfect? No. Do we drive each other crazy at times? Yes. But are we perfectly fit for each other? Yes. My weaknesses are buffered by my husbands strengths and vice versa. The patience and grace we show each other…the work we put into communicating everything in a healthy way…it’s what binds us together. The same skills we hope and strive to teach to our boys.

I love our little house. I dream of other houses. I get “Iwant-itis” just like my kiddos do. I see the bigger, newer, etc, in what others have but I also see how simplifying and getting rid of stuff has made my life so much easier. It’s like my brain is less cluttered.

I am learning to let go of others expectations for me “what will they think?” Syndrome. It doesn’t mean I should say hurtful things to others and it doesn’t mean that I don’t get hurt anymore…but I hurt less and I am able to brush things off more and create a healthy boundary with little to no guilt now. I need to take care of me. I need to advocate for myself and care for others…both things.

I am in a place today…at this moment in time of feeling enveloped in God’s love and peace. In this moment…I just want to savor it because I know more curveballs are in our future and I need to remember what they lead us to. Before, the unknown unsettled me…now I look forward in anticipation of what lies ahead.

Adding to my List…So I Can Check it Off

So many of the good things in my life have come through a great deal of pain.  That isn’t to say I don’t have good things that have come from the mundane or joyful everyday occurrences.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA   I just think that without the valleys…I don’t think I’d appreciate the mountaintops as much.



I don’t fit into my small jeans anymore.  There…I’ve said it.  I bought jeans at Target and returned them because I refuse to go up a size.  Instead…I am going to wear my cute skirts and work my tush, legs, chest, until I can’t move.  And through that pain…I will fit into my regular jeans.

My jeans not fitting…that’s just a symptom.  The real core issue that is the catalyst to it all is the grief of my dad passing and the stress of life.  A lot of that stress, I put on myself.  I choose to take that burden and try to manage it alone when it was never meant to be that way.  Sometimes, I take on a new problem/activity/goal  just so I can find a solution to it.  It’s like making a checklist and adding things to the list AFTER you’ve done them…just so you can have the satisfaction of checking it off.  In doing that, I can ignore the real problem…the pain of losing Dad.

So in the forward and backward dance of life…Today I will cling to two passages and try to make them my own…Matthew 6:34 says,  “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself.  Sufficient for the day is it’s own trouble.” and Matthew 11:29 which reminds me to “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me;  For I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.”

Rest.  Rest in the fact that I don’t need to have it all covered.  Rest because I don’t need to be done grieving.  Rest because I don’t need to rush the process.  Rest in the fact that I don’t need to be perfect.  Rest (well actually exercise and rest) because I don’t need to fit into the jeans if I can’t yet.  😉  I just need to rest.  I need to rest in Him.  My loving, forgiving, gracious, Abba father.  Just like a child rests and trusts that life is going to go along smoothly and be taken care of…I need to rest in Him and trust that He’s got me covered.

Gut Healing Gummy Goodies!

So healing the gut is how we started this whole food journey.  Superhero #1 was on 7 antibiotics during his first 11 months of life.  As a result, he developed a leaky gut, weakened immune system and food intolerances.  It seemed I couldn’t keep him healthy and could feed him hardly anything!

Fast forward to today.  We’ve gone mostly Paleo, unprocessed, and only have the occasional chocolate bar (dark for my Handsome Hubby and milk or dark for the kiddos).  But gummy bears…ahhhh gummy bears.  Fruit snacks…ahhh fruit snacks.  Those are two things the kids miss.

Gelatin is one of my new favorite healing foods!  It supports the body in healing in so many ways.  To list just a few…

  • Gelatin supports thyroid function.
  • Supports the body during detox.
  • Supports the liver functioning.
  • Supports the biosynthesis of collagen (think less wrinkles!!!!)
  • Supports the digestion of milk products.
  • Soothes and heals the mucous membranes of the intestinal tract.
  • Aids in the prevention of brittle bones.
  • Promotes relaxation and deep sleep.
  • The list goes on and on…here’s the source for all of this data.

So here’s recipe number one.  We tried a couple different teas.  Our favorite so far is lemon if you’re only using tea and then strawberry when we’ve pureéd fruit in.  I’ll post more recipes as I adapt and create more.

Gut Healing Gummy Goodies

Gut Healing Gummy Goodies!

Lemon Gummies

1 cup water

3 bags of lemon tea

2 Tbsp. organic lemon juice

1/4 cup raw honey

3 Tbsp. grass fed gelatin (I use this kind)

  1. Bring water to a boil.
  2. Steep tea 5 minutes, and mix in raw honey and lemon juice.
  3. Slowly whisk in gelatin (DO SLOWLY SO IT DOESN’T CLUMP UP!)
  4. Pour into molds and cool 2 hours.
  5. Store in an airtight container in the fridge for up to a week.


Strawberry Gummies

1 cup water

5 frozen strawberries

3 bags of strawberry tea

2 Tbsp. organic lemon juice

1/4 cup raw honey

3 Tbsp. grass fed gelatin (I use this kind)

  1. Pureé strawberries with water until smooth (try to pulverize the seeds)
  2. Bring water/strawberry pureé to a boil.
  3. Steep tea 5 minutes, and mix in raw honey and lemon juice.
  4. Slowly whisk in gelatin (DO SLOWLY SO IT DOESN’T CLUMP UP!)
  5. Pour into molds and cool 2 hours.
  6. Store in an airtight container in the fridge for up to a week.

We have tried other fruit teas as well and at this point…Lemon and strawberry are our favorites.  I’ll try more and get back to you.  Until then…Enjoy! and HEAL THAT GUT!


S.O.S. for Moms…The Backstory

The mom group I’m in asked if I would present on something.  I thought about food choices but that can be overdone.  Parenting tips can be so personalized…we all have different ways of parenting so that could be taken the wrong way.  So in my journey to reclaim my life in all areas I settled on living a balanced life as a mom.

I started working on my powerpoint not knowing where it would lead.  Just knowing that God’s hand was in it all and if my story could help others…then I wanted it to be used.  I wanted to have the mask stripped away for a moment so people could see the beauty of healing that can come from the ashes of my past.


I titled it S.O.S. for Moms.  Did you ever wonder what S.O.S. stands for?  It was used in distress signals for “save our ship” or “save our souls”.  Isn’t that what you feel like as a mom when you have one child with a poopy diaper and teething, another needing to be wiped, your missing a shoe, need to shower, and leave for an appointment in 15 minutes.

I know this page is pretty bare bones at this time but I hope to gradually switch all of my stuff over.  At this point, this story, my story, seemed like a good time to make the switch.  This will be a series from my presentation tomorrow.  Wish me luck.  I’m nervous.  I’ll have to be vulnerable.  I’ll have to be real.  But isn’t that what we usually admire in other people but are so fearful of doing ourselves.

Here’s the first part of my story…You’ll get the rest in the days to come.

In January of 2012, I was stopping by Blockbuster video with our two toddlers.  Everything seemed normal as I pulled the double stroller out of the back of our van.  Then oddly enough, I felt like someone stabbed me in the back.  The sensation didn’t seem to go away so I texted my husband and he immediately called me back.  The conversation went something like this…

Hubby:  “Are you short of breath?”
Me:  “Yeah…I kind of am but it’s not like asthma.”  
Hubby:  “Are you hot? or do you have arm pain?”  
Me:  “I don’t have arm pain but I’m really hot!”

So after sitting in my car for awhile with the boys and feeling the pain subside a bit. I drove home the few miles to our little house.  It was an incredibly blustery day and as I put our two dogs outside upon returning home I felt the sharp stabbing sensation strongly again.  I called my husband and said I think I need to go in.

To spare you some of the details of my long weekend in the hospital I’ll fast forward to the end of my ordeal.  After several tests and a long time of being monitored they determined that I had suffered a  minor heart attack.  My EKG showed a normal heartbeat since I didn’t have total blockage but my troponin levels were elevated.  Troponin is a protein in your blood.  If elevated it shows that there has been some damage to the heart.  My echocardiogram showed swelling as well which indicated damage.  As they did the cardiac catheter through my arm they realized I had blockage.  20 percent plaque had erupted and my platelets attacked it and created a clot that blocked an additional 60 percent.  So in all my blood flow was blocked 80 percent.  I had experienced a heart attack at 34 years of age.

Now you may have a stereotypical image of me.  You’re thinking…overweight.  Eats poorly.  Family history of heart disease.  Never exercises.  None of these was true.

I am an anomaly.

My parent’s fed us a healthy diet that was mostly meat and vegetables.  My mom didn’t buy box mixes for things other than cakes.  We didn’t have a bunch of pop in the house or junk food.  Didn’t do fast food a lot.  We were made to turn off the t.v. and go outside.  My siblings and I played together.  We cross-country skied on the trails in our woods.  We had a garden that we took care of for my mom.  Swam in the summer.  Took walks in the woods.  Biked. 

As I grew older I realized I was gluten and lactose intolerant and I began to eliminate those foods and continue living an active lifestyle.  I’ve always been interested in health and the causes of diseases and health problems.  Always been trying to be a little bit healthier.  I’d go in waves of exercising and eating right and then giving into my sweet and carb tooth for awhile.  This would go in cycles.  Likewise I would go in cycles of taking care of me and giving too much of myself to others so I was spread too thin.

I met my husband.  We married and were gifted with Superhero #1.  He seemed to have several allergies like me so I began to pursue natural routes to take care of all of us.  I read about leaky gut syndrome and other things that cause or contribute to allergies.  I had one miscarriage that broke my heart and was soon after gifted with Superhero #2.  He entered the world with a bang and has been living that way since day one.

Fast forward to today…it’s been 2 years since the heart attack and my true health journey has continued.  There have been ups and downs.  This time I want to stay on the path to health permanently.  When I lay on the table in the hospital room looking at the blockage on the monitor, I realized I had been given a second chance.  I thought I lived life fully before.  I was wrong.  I needed to reclaim the life God had given me.  He wasn’t bringing me home yet.  I was at peace and ready but wanted so much more time with my boys.  I wanted so see them grow up.  I didn’t want to be weak.  I didn’t want a heart attack to stop me from taking canoe trips into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness like I did when I was single.  I wanted to parasail with them and travel and watch them marry and grow.  I needed to make the most of everyday and live intentionally.  I needed to seize every moment God had granted me and be thankful for everything.  

So this is my story of my reclaimed life.

Starting New

Sometimes we just need a fresh start.  This was one of those decisions.  I needed something fresh.  I needed more options so here we go.  Thanks for following along on my journey so far.  I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride.  We’ll still enjoy recipes here and insights from my journey to health.  I hope you’ll pass the word on and encourage others to join this journey to health.  Reclaim your life, your family, and your kitchen.


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