Sunday, March 29, 2015

Miracle On Voodoo Mountain

I devoured this book in one day. I mean I could.not.stop.
I cried. My faith was built up enormously.
Megan Boudreaux tells her story (or is it God's story?) thoroughly and well. I'm telling you this is a hands down MUST read. I realized again that God isn't finished writing His story and that we are chapters in His book. It excited me all over again.
Megan had dreams of a Tamarind tree in Haiti, where she had briefly visited on a missions trip.
She had no idea that a pastor and his wife had
  prayed faithfully under that tree for 12 years for God to send someone to rescue the children.
That tree being an idol for voodoo worshipers who came from all over the world to practice there. All.Over.The.World.
The pastor had been a Restavek. A child slave.
A niave Megan, prompted by Jesus in dreams of the tree, came to Haiti and slowly began to uncover the reason for all of the poor, hungry children with dull eyes who always seemed to be busy working, but not going to school. It's common there to keep or take children as servants/slaves. They are starved, beaten, and unloved. Made to work long, grueling hours, they have no chance for anything better most of the time. But God...
24 year old Megan goes to Haiti alone without much of an idea of what to do but God knew and paved the way and in a surprisingly short amount of time what she and her team- yes, she has one now- have built Respire Haiti.  School, medical and dental clinic, sports, arts, language classes, feeding program...I want to go there!
Megan obeyed God's quiet voice and she went -
 Now she has her husband, adopted children, and close friends. God sets the solitary in families!(Ps. 68:6) She has a life of purpose and meaning and it's a beautiful picture of Jesus. I can't tell you enough how faith building it is to read Megan's story. Her humility and love and courage are all God-given and she makes sure we know that it could be any one of us if we were called and willing.
This story is full of God speaking, acting and performing miracles in real lives. I've read many of this genre to be honest, but this is the one that inspired me to get on my knees and ask God what He wants me to do.
Brilliantly written, I encourage you to read it. It's like being an eye witness to gospel accounts only in our time. :)

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*I received a free copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an unbiased written review. 'm so grateful!

Friday, March 27, 2015

Sunday, March 22, 2015

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My Favorite Raw Goat Milk Kefir Smoothie

My favorite smoothie is with raw goat milk kefir and plenty of it.
For my own self, I use about 2 1/2 cups of finished (and double cultured) raw goat milk kefir.
You can see the picture below is a quart of finished kefir. After 24-48 hours, depending on the temperature I strain the grains off the kefir and then I put them back in their jar with more fresh milk. The kefir I strained off I put into another jar and leave out for another 12-24 hours depending again on the temperature. I like mine fizzy and strong, that's why I "double culture" it.
These are my go-to add ins for my smoothies. I freeze it all- including the huge bag of greens. I buy it from Costco and then when I get home I throw the bag in my freezer. Don't you get annoyed when the big bag goes mushy and stinky before you could possibly use it all? I just showed you how to solve that problem. They will only be good for smoothies of cooking now, FYI.
The bag of berries is fantastic, but in July I use the cherries we pick, and fresh picked peaches.
I love Costco and it's where I get most of these ingredients. I also use bananas for sweetness, and keep peeled, frozen bananas in the freezer at all times.
In place of the berry combination I sometimes use frozen blueberries or strawberries.


I like to add chia and hemp seeds as well as some good coconut oil.

Add it all into the trusty VitaMix and blend until smooth. When I'm making a larger quantity because my husband drinks over a quart by himself- I add the greens to the kefir and blend first to make sure I don't have chunks of green in my smoothie.

Enjoy it! If you have left overs or want to make extra for later, just pour the excess in a mason jar and leave it in the refridgerator for a day or maybe two but no longer.
I also freeze extra into the kid's popsicle molds in the summer. They get a delicious cold treat and don't realize they are getting super power food with probiotics.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A Fifty-Year Silence Review

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How did I love this book? Let me count the ways...
I got lost in it, which is exactly what I needed. Her journey became mine. I was completely invested in finding out the secrets that consumed the writer and main character, but in the end, like Mirandali, I found so much more than facts as answers.
As a child I has a Frenchman for an uncle. My mother's sister had married a darling little Frenchman, short, funny, and loving. It was like Christmas every day when he was around because he was not only always ready to have a good time, but he would bend down on one knee and actually look me in the eyes and listen to me as if what I had to say was actually of merit. He liked to laugh and he made me feel happy. He was handsome and my friends were all jealous (or so I thought) that this wonderful man was my family. Maybe that's why I have always had a penchant for things French. Although his promise of a visit to his mother's home in France if I learned the language didn't help me muster through a French class, it did produce in me a fondness for French food- especially cheeses. I'm learning to make a raw goat milk Crottin this year. I think I will perfect it and call it Crottin de Alain in his honor. I miss him.
Back to the book- I also have a serious fascination for WWII and the holocaust and the survivors. I feel strongly that as horrible as the truth about it all is, it needs to be read and discussed. It seems like we owe it to all of those people who lived and died and suffered then. The ones who suffer now.
A Fifity-Year Silence is brilliantly written. Mrs. Mouillot is a polished writer. She writes deeply and well. Her journey to find out the truth of her family's tragedy and thus her own (many holocaust survivors have somehow passed down fears and anxiety to their children and grandchildren, all the while keeping the horrors locked away tight. How does this happen?) takes her to Europe and a rock pile of an old house her grandparents still own and fight about in the South of France. Her romantic ideas are often squelched by real life; the cold, vandalizing neighbors, lack of funds. I admire her for her tenacity, which is so like her Grandmother's. She was determined to live in that house.
In this book I got to know a family, not just Miranda herself. I felt her grandfather and his fussy ways was mine, and her zesty, vivacious grandmother was mine too!  I fell in love with them and felt some ownership in the history- that's the mark of a good writer.. Again, she's brilliant. I couldn't put it down but I hated for it to end. This one I will keep on my shelf just in case I find myself wanting to visit La Roche again.
*I was given a copy of this book from the publisher at no cost in exchange for a written, unbiased online review.

Thursday, March 5, 2015


Look what my fantastic mom made with the cute fabric I bought! Aprons for me and my granddaughter! She made matching potholders with the extra fabric.