I loved the suggestions you sent back on what you like to hear.
An idea caught my attention: an ordinary day at home. And what better than a typical day at home?
OK, so typical or common doesn’t look like it did before school started or before dad went to heaven. I still love Ms. Lehman’s catchphrase, “Life is all about how you handle plan B.”
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I had no idea that simple truth could be so heartbreaking. As you go through this “normal” day with me, know that even though it is a good day, it is freshly carved in stone. We couldn’t cut our way, so Master cut it for us. Remember that you may want to bring tissues with you, as tears are part of everyday life at home.
I don’t go through an alarm clock to wake me up because my husband isn’t there to set it like he always has; I ask God to wake me up whenever I need to get up that morning. Usually at 6 a.m. I wake up in time to watch the day dawn.
First, I walked over to the kitchen recliner, where Daniel often sat with children climbing on it while they waited for me to take my meals from the table. I read Sarah Young’s book, “Jesus Calling,” as well as some Bible passages, and spent time talking to God. Some mornings, like this, I then come into contact with you.
At 7 a.m., it’s time for the schoolchildren to wake up. I try to balance things out while they dress up and have personal devotions.
Julia takes care of packing the lunches while Austin sets the table and prepares the dishwater for Elijah, who does the dishes after breakfast. Hosanna, first grade, sleeps a little longer because she is very tired after being at school for whole days.
At 7:45 a.m., the 4-year-old boys woke up and dressed; OK, well, Jesse prefers having breakfast in his trunk which he finds more comfortable than his homemade pants. He has mom’s permission to do so as long as he happily puts his pants on after breakfast.
Now we all gather around the table; this morning we’ll have Austin’s favorite, quinoa. It was something new to all of us a year ago, and now most of us like it served with cinnamon, honey, and fresh goat’s milk.
While the kids are eating, I take a few bites myself, then I read some inspiration, and then we often chat about it while they give feedback.
Recently Jesse had the idea that since dad died and went to heaven, maybe he will die in heaven and come back to us!
Her innocence and optimism melted my heart. The older children’s eyes widened as they said, “In heaven, we don’t die!”
Well, a scruffy head just popped up here in the office. Jesse is a born cuddly bug; I wrapped him in a blanket next to me. Oh, this is Elijah… he’s now nestled in my lap as I try to write; not only that, it’s up to 7 minutes! I’m going for a run to start my morning.
Hello again. I’m back 24 hours later to try to write more quietly, or as quietly as possible, with three early risers.
True to my plan, we had breakfast a day ago and got the school kids down at 8:15. Only this time it turned out quite colorful. Despite my best efforts, little Joshua cried for most of breakfast. It looked like he wasn’t feeling well…the challenge for me sometimes is to stay calm and confident, not to give in to desperation to have every need met at the same time I’m dropping the school kids off. I pray a lot for God to fill me with him; I cannot provide for our children alone, but I know that God can and will.
So once the three older ones are ready for school, I hug them and then pray this little “homemade blessing” upon them: “God bless you, your teacher, your friends, your day, in the name of Jesus, we pray”. They left, rushing through the woods to find their friends at school.
I go back to the kitchen, blink my eyes, say a little prayer, and often just spend a few moments with God before getting into my day.
I’m not even halfway through my day, and it’s already time for a recipe. Hang on for Part B until another day!
Jesse and I were discussing what would be the perfect recipe to pass on this week. Have you ever tried my hubby’s ultimate sticky buns, also called delicious ham sandwiches? I concocted a recipe based on Daniel’s taste buds. Every time I did this to her, her eyes would widen in wonder and love.
Although it seems almost too special to even print the recipe, I want to give you a chance with them. And will you do me a favor? Since we can’t provide them to Daniel, why don’t we all share a Delicious Ham Sandwich with a neighbor, a widow or an inmate? Thank you, and God bless you!
6 slices of mini Swiss cheese
1/2 can of onion and chive cream cheese spread
1 tablespoon prepared mustard
1 teaspoon dried onion flakes
1 1/2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
6 tablespoons butter, melted
2 tablespoons of parmesan
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Spread cream cheese on one side of bread. Garnish with slices of ham.
Spread 1 tablespoon of sauce mixture on the other half of the bread. Spread cheese spread over remaining sauce on prepared buns.
Bake 10 minutes uncovered, then 10 minutes covered or until golden brown.
Gloria Yoder is a young Amish widowed mother, writer, and homemaker in rural Illinois. The Yoders mostly travel by horse-drawn buggy and live next to the settlement’s one-room schoolhouse. Readers with culinary or cultural questions or stories to share can write to Gloria directly at: Gloria Yoder, 10510 E. 350th Ave., Flat Rock, IL 62427.