If life gives lemons, make lemonade. How often have I made that statement? Sometimes it’s through tears, other times there’s just spilled milk, a lack of sleep, or sick little ones. Why, if life would be solely dependent on circumstances, life wouldn’t be worth its ride. I cherish the song, “You can fly with mended wings.” We all have mended wings, right? If we’d never heal from our difficulties and disappointments, we’d never get anywhere in life. Perhaps where I tend to get tested the most is holding my newborn, knowing that life will one day bring rough times and harsh disappointments in one way or another. Yes, I’m Mama, yet there is not a thing I can do to make life easy as pie for our little ones. 

Even two-year-old Jesse will suggest that we all pray for a sibling who may be crying. If he wouldn’t know how it feels to be sad, would he have a desire to pray for them? It deeply touches my heart each time I hear Austin volunteering to lead all of us in prayer for anyone who may be having a difficult time. Perhaps it really is worth all the batches of "lemonade" that is made day by day!

Julia is growing up in more ways than I could tell. It seems school has a way of adding maturity. Yesterday I was helping her practicing her speed drills. If it weren’t for the times the timer beat her to the finish line, there would also not be the joy of winning the race in the end.

Several of you have wondered if we’re staying healthy. Yes, we are blessed in spite of some COVID-19 outbreaks in the neighborhood. No one got seriously ill. It was more like the common flu, and others only lost their sense of taste and smell for a couple of days. Naturally, over that time, there were extra quarantines and such. The verse in Proverbs 29:25 comes to my mind, “Whoso putteth His trust in the Lord shall be safe.” How simple!

I hear my little sunshine, Rayni, who just came in the door after spending time with Daddy. Yes, Rayni is a ray of sunshine, but she has had many deep waters to wade in her four years. But then she has the most tender heart. If another child gets hurt, she’s the first to show her compassion, then take their hand and lead them to Mama. Sometimes I ask myself if she will perhaps someday work with children who have been neglected or a traumatic beginning, no doubt she could identify with them in ways I never could. There truly is One who heals broken hearts and lives.

Rayni is chatting away here beside me with a snack. With no idea what I’m writing about, she pointed to a motto on the wall with a picture of Jesus snuggling a little girl close to Him. “That’s Hosanna!” she exclaimed. After she was placed in our home by the adoption agency, we were told that she goes by her second name Rayne, only they pronounce it Rayni. When we started working toward adoption, we chose Hosanna as her first name, which means, “Lord, save me; thank you for saving me.” We introduced it gradually; she has now come to love it and actually prefers being called Hosanna.

I asked Hosanna what recipe I should put in the column she said, “Peach pie." Well, I shared that with you recently, so maybe we’ll settle with stuffed french toast. By the way, if you do make the peach custard pie, you can also add a beaten egg to the filling, which sometimes helps bring the texture to the tee. After my mother-in-law read the recipe, she said her mother would also sprinkling cinnamon on top. Okay, here is Mary's version of stuffed french toast we enjoyed during her stay.


2 1/2 cup maple syrup

12 slices bread

2 cups blueberries

8 ounces cream cheese, softened

6 eggs

1 3/4 cup milk

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 teaspoon cinnamon


Pour maple syrup into a 9 by 13 inch cake pan. Next spread cream cheese on 6 bread slices and lay in syrupy dish, sprinkle blueberries on top. Top with remaining bread slices. Now beat up the eggs, milk, and vanilla and pour over bread. Sprinkle cinnamon on top. Cover and refrigerate overnight. Uncover to bake at 350 for 35-45 minutes or until egg mixture is set. Yummy!


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