Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Resurrection Buns (Sweet Easter Buns)

photo by Ann Voskamp @Holy Experience

These buns form a 'hollow' in the middle after baking. This hollow represents the empty tomb when Christ arose on Easter. They taste very much like cinnamon buns.


Ingredients

bread dough, for buns if you are scared of bread dough I have seen lots of cheater recipes using canned crescent rolls or canned biscuits:)
1/4-1/2 cup melted butter, about
1 bag large marshmallows
1 cup sugar
2 teaspoons cinnamon

Directions

1 Mix your cinnamon and sugar together in a bowl.

2 Take a small ball of raw bun dough (these are easily made if you have leftover bread dough as well), and wrap it around a marshmallow, sealing well.

3 Dip the ball into melted butter.

4 Dip the buttered ball into the cinnamon/sugar mix.

5 Place the ball onto a greased cookie pan, (use a pan with a lip, because the marshmallow will melt out to make a nice gooey sauce, and you wouldn't want it all over the bottom of your oven!) Leave enough space between balls to allow them to rise to double their size.

6 Cover loosely with plastic wrap and let rise for about 35 mins or until doubled in size.

7 Pre-heat oven to 375.

8 Bake the Resurrection Buns in the oven for 18-20 mins or until lightly browned.

If you want to do this with your children you can use the following instructions to explain how these rolls represent Christ's ressurection on Easter.

Give each child a small ball of dough. The dough can represent the cloth that Jesus was wrapped in. Read Matthew 27:57-61
Give each child a marshmallow. This represents Jesus.
Have him/her dip the marshmallow in melted butter. This represents the oils of embalming.
Dip the buttered marshmallow in the cinnamon and sugar which represents the spices used to anoint the body.
Wrap up the coated marshmallow tightly in the dough. This represents the wrapping of Jesus' body after death.
Put the rolls in the oven.(The oven represents the tomb - pretend like it was three days!)
Let the rolls cool slightly. The children can open their rolls (cloth) and discover that Jesus is no longer there, HE IS RISEN!!!! (The marshmallow melts and the roll is puffed up, but empty.)

Now read Matthew 28:5-8 Explain:At the tomb,Mary Magdalene and the other Mary saw an angel, who told them not to be afraid.No one had taken Jesus' body,but He Had risen from the dead! The angel told the women to go and tell the disciples what they had seen, that Jesus had risen from the dead.They were so excited, they ran all the way home to tell the disciples the good news!He is risen from the dead! After that Jesus appeared in person to Peter, then to the 12 disciples and after that,to more than 500people.Jesus' appearance to eyewitnesses, those who saw Him with their own eyes, would give support and prove that Jesus rose from the dead. (1 Corinthians 15:3-6)

By rising from the dead, Jesus proved once and for all that He was the Messiah, the Savior of the World, the Chosen One, and the Lamb of God. By dying on the cross and rising from the dead, Jesus did what no other had ever done before. As both God and man, He overcame sin, death, and hell. And now because of what Jesus has done, these things no longer have any power over those who believe in Jesus and allow His Spirit to lead and direct them.

Rather than being slaves to sin and death,Christians (those who love and believe in Jesus) are free to obey God and do good (Romans 6:17-18).The Bible says in John 8:36"If therefore the Son shall make you free, you shall be free indeed." However, we will only obey God if we listen to the Holy Spirit our helper. He enables believers in Jesus to do the right thing. It is important that we read the Bible (God's Word) because one of the ways the Holy Spirit helps us obey God is by reminding us of what He says to us in His Word. God's Spirit will never go against his Word. In fact, when we read God's Word, we are listening to the Holy Spirit.

Of course, you won't always do the right thing; the Bible says this (1 John 1:5-10). But that is why we need to continue to confess our sins knowing that God forgives us, based on what Jesus did on the cross.

HE IS RISEN, HE IS RISEN INDEED!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

somethin from nuthin

It's official, I am addicted to crocheting. Bum wrist and all. good left wristbum right wrist, what is that bump? it hurts.

It started simple enough with a baby blanket, which led to another baby blanket, and then some pot holders that deemed too difficult (I think that was a knitting pattern) which led to some cute flowers that I intended to make a scarf with, but didn't

which led to a failed washcloth attempt and finally, to plarning scrubbies.
I think we have already pounded the fact that I am cheap into the ground, but for the sake of forgetful people let me just come out and say it. I AM CHEAP.
So, when I started this handiwork stuff it was with yarn I bought in Vermillion when I was subbing for a friend for 25 cents a skein at Pamida. When that was all gone I dug through bags of junk to find tiny balls of leftover yarn I had accumulated. Then, a few thrift store purchases of full skeins and finally plastic bags, the ultimate supreme yarn supply. Who doesn't have plastic bags lying around?

Working with real yarn is more glamorous and softer and doesn't bleed ink on your fingers,
but using up stuff you have that would just clutter your house, garage and someday a landfill makes sense to me. I am no queen of green but I strive to be a good steward of God's creation.

Move over scotch brite. I am making plarn scrubbies. I still have some work to do on this pattern. There is not supposed to be such a large hole in the center, but I needed to see what I was doing so I doubled the chain. Plarn is double thick so it's harder to see your pattern.

Hi, my name is Rani and I am addicted to plarn. That is, plastic bag yarn.



So, as I leave on a week long trip to see my aunties, cousins and great aunt in Texas. I pray for sunshine and for composure that I don't ransack my family's plastic bag storage while I am visiting...I didn't know colored bags were so hard to come by.

Praise be to God, who has not rejected my prayer or withheld his love from me! Psalm 66:20



Monday, March 15, 2010

Monday Multitudes, #201-212

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Monday again. Praying for sunshine outside (and in my soul) this week.

Lord, thank your for your endless gifts.

a healthy family again

email shoulders to cry on

melting of the great piles of snow

children who help clean

yarn and crocheting and free online patterns

rearranging the kitchen with the help of an eight year old

a mother daughter trip to see family and perhaps sunshine

kisses (the chocolate kind) and hugs (the people kind)

recovery from surgery for friends

rain that washes everything new and stays outside

warmer temps that allow for a few minutes of open windows and fresh air

“Here my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Psalm 61: 1-2

Thursday, March 11, 2010

see you in six months

Just before I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma I lost 10 pounds, in a few days. It was awesome. I felt great, except for the cough. The cough that was becoming my normal. The cough that, along with the night sweats, and the weight loss = cancer.

Anyway. During chemotherapy I gained weight. Lots of weight. Like 30 pounds. Then after chemo, I got pregnant. Then after that pregnancy I got pregnant again. You see where this is going, don't you?

I am overweight, more than I have ever been in my life. I have aches and pains that an overweight person has. Lower back, feet, and just plain exhaustion issues are normal day to day experiences now.

So, when I went to the doctor yesterday the first thing he said to me, again, was, "Well, we are not losing any weight yet, huh?" Simple as that sentence is it HURTS. It cut me and I felt my tears well up and my heart squeeze in my chest. I HATE being fat. It is uncomfortable even painful. I like to exercise, I like to eat healthy but my body just doesn't react to these things the way it did before... before I was pregnant for two years, before I spent 6 months pumping poison into my veins to "heal" me. I have changed and I am starting to wonder if this is me now.

This new hair with curls and grey, this new skin with patches that dry up right next to patches that are oily, these new scars that spasm and roll when I stretch or move, this new body that has aches and pains that a few years ago I never thought could exist.

I just wish he would have said, "You are maintaining your weight." That wouldn't have hurt so much. He would like me to be back to pre-cancer weight, which is 25 pounds from where I am now. I feel like all my effort, although not terribly consistent, are in vain. It may seem odd, but it feels terribly selfish to worry about my self when there are so many others to care for right now.

Anyway...my t-cells are coming back to normal levels. Doc says it can take 5 years or more for t-cells to bounce back in Hodgkin's patients. He recommends all vaccinations, flu shots etc. until my levels are normal. Otherwise all is well.

Thanks for your prayers. My next appointment is in 6 months. He challenged me to lose 10 pounds. Let's hope I can exceed that.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Just so you know

Yoga rocks.

I slept like a baby last night.

Oncologist appointment this afternoon.

Prayers graciously accepted ;)

Happy Wednesday everyone.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

I thought you did

Not perfect parents.

I like to think that I have a routine of sorts. There is not a calendar broken into 30 minute sections highlighting new activities and chores for the entire day but I do try to stick to a bit of a schedule.

Most nights we are geared up for bed about 8ish. We stick to that for a couple of reasons. One, the babies are dog-tired by then and two, that's about the time dad comes home and can kiss them goodnight. The bigs take about a half an hour to brush teeth and hair and by 8:30-8:45 they are down as well or at least in bed reading.

So, last night dad decided that he wanted to start, or rather finish, a project before he turned in for the night. Point is, it got a bit crazy for a few minutes, shirts were flying, toothbrushes were brushing, and kids were running all over the place.

Finally it quieted down a bit. Prayers were said, backs were rubbed, blankets were fetched, books were opened and dad and I got the power tools out. A few minutes into leveling the wall cabinet, we heard a little voice say, "What daddy doing?".There was little Addi Rose standing in the bathroom doorway holding her pink blanket. I looked at Ryan and he looked at me and we both said,"I thought you..."

Number three, an unplanned miraculous angel, amidst the hustle and bustle of bedtime, had successfully avoided any and all bedtime efforts. It seems one of us or the other sent her on a quest for her favorite blanket and she ended up downstairs playing through prayers and night nights. It caught us completely off guard and we busted up in laughter, which was actually quite refreshing after a tense hour of unscheduled mayhem.

You know you have too many kids when you forget to put one to bed.

This also helpfully illustrates why it is completely acceptable and necessary that I count my kids every time we go somewhere. So, if you see me out and about mouthing numbers; one, two, three... Go ahead and say a little prayer for me, will ya?

Monday, March 08, 2010

Monday Multitudes, #188-200

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Lord, thank you for every minute You have given me in this life. I hope and pray that I value each and every moment for what it is truly worth. You have sacrificed so much for little insignificant me. I pray that my words and my actions honor You.

You have blessed me beyond words, but words are all I have to express my gratitude today;

lunch dates with a friend I have not seen in too long, thankfully we can just pick up where we left off, a sign of true friendship

doctor visits that are like family reunions with the woman who helped me bring four beautiful miracles into this world, what an amazing job hers would be

little snotty faces, little sticky fingers, little smelly toes that will not be little for long; all the more reason to adore them (kiss them, be slimed by them, stick to them) more now than ever...

Dr. Suess and every author who has ever written so that our imaginations can grow and celebrate the pure joy of reading, what an awesome blessing books are

90th birthday parties, time with extended family and stickers from the kids table that provide endless hours of entertainment

hair cuts and locks of love

mommies and daddies and babies of all kinds especially Layla Grace We are praying for you, Layla and your sisters, too

trim on windows in kitchens and living rooms and the adorable handymen who finish it, love you honey

crafters and fleas that are filling up the Legion for a no-doubt fun time had by all party of all craft sales organized by none other than the greatest sister in the world, Josie

haircuts and transformations both on the outside and the in

knowledge and expertise of doctors, especially surgeons and especially for a dear friend who is having surgery today...on my knees for you Patricia, may you heal quickly and be healthy very soon my beautiful, beautiful, friend

seeing old friends in church and talking right up to the time Pastor says 'Good Morning', miss you so much Bonnie and your daughter Amy, too :)

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Tied in the last 1.5 seconds of the game 43-43



My nephew, Andy K., number 4 makes the winning shot with only a second to go!

They play Tri-Valley on Tuesday night, GO MCM!!!!

Thank you very much Auntie Correne!

Man I wish I could listen to this everytime I am feeling down. I love that sound more than almost anything. She is laughing so hard, she snorts. I am in love with that snort. It is snortilicious. Thank goodness for 90th birthday parties, kiddie tables with stickers, and the awesome Aunties that supply them :)

I just shaved (no pun intended) 20 minutes off my morning routine.

Maleah's last few moments of 2nd grade long hair and her last "do".


Maleah hasn't slept well in a week. She has been super excited to get her hair cut. She has been growing it out for sometime with intentions to give 10 inches to locks of love. She has been inspired by stories like that of Layla Grace to make a difference.

She counted down the days and the hours until chopping time. Judy, at Salon Sollievo (605-275-2668) * was awesome! Thanks Judy, you made Maleah (and her nervous mommy) comfortable the whole time.






I am proud of her for wanting to help another person with her donation, but I gotta be honest with you. I liked her long hair. This morning it was awfully wierd looking at her tiny bob-framed face.

This morning in church I unsuccessfully tried to hide my giggles as she whispered to me, "I don't know how the babies recognize me with my "new hair"...they must remember my face or maybe my painted nails..."

I underwent my own hair transformation a week ago. I was way too chicken to take 10 inches off...



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Thursday, March 04, 2010

Trim, CHECK!!!!!!



Handy Husband aka project man is at it again :)

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Thing one and Thing two


Today is Dr. Suess Day in the village.

Last night we read a gazillion books and the kiddos came up with the idea that they wanted to dress up. We took some electrical tape and some inside out t-shirts and made up our own costumes. When these two were the baby girls' ages, people always asked me if they were twins and they are 22 months apart. I can't image what life will be like for the little girls being only, ahem, 11.5 months apart.

Anyway, Happy Dr. Suess Day, and to Maleah and Gavin's teachers, I am sorry...they were just so excited about it I kinda overdid it with the spikey hair. It was interesting finding accessories to keep their ears warm. Hopefully they aren't too distracting today!

:)

Monday, March 01, 2010

Monday Multitudes, #177-187

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Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed. Proverb 16:3


a gratitude community that has become such a happy Monday habit

sunshine on a Saturday AND a Sunday

speedy acute care for the hubby

faith that what needs to be done will get done even when I am under the weather

a busy busy calendar for the month of March

friends, phone calls, and play dates

word finds and 6 year olds who are obsessed with them

sisters who are only human

hockey that goes into overtime for some nailbiting fun

little girls who try really hard not to eat playdough

safe family in Hawaii