Texas sheet cake & see the good

 

Well good morning friends!

It is Sunday morning and I am still inside cuddled under a blanket 

at my desk writing.

It was once 80 last week and it seems to have taken a step back.

I have not been to the coops so last I knew, Pollypocket and her baby are

still sitting upon the rest of her eggs.

Sundays are slow around here. 

No pressing anything to get to.

I may make a hearty breakfast for us.

Or we may eat light and go to one of our favorite places for lunch.

Maybe we will walk a new path with the dogs.

Or just drive deeper into the countryside where there is no signal at all.

But I always start with prayer time.

Ever since March 2020, we have been poised for bad.

We accept it as normal now.

So much so that when good things happen in a string of blessings

we question motive and intent.

Listen, I am so guilty of this.

However we have been conditioned to see life this way.

Through constant narratives day in and day& out.

We become that.

We live that.

It eats us up and makes us ugly inside.

We lash out and blame others.

I wish it would stop.

The constant narrative is that bad is everywhere and that good

will never happen again.

No.

That is simply not true .

It is hard to change a narrative that has seeped into our very beings but I am

here to tell you that you can and when you do

live will suddenly make sense again.

Mother Nature is always correcting our mistakes.

We pave over a forest, after a while she begins to reclaim

that old parking lot.

God is always giving us hope.

The hope of tomorrow, another sunrise.

I am no expert in moving on, still trying to grasp the brutal

truth in all it entails,

yet I do know that undeserved goodness and Grace follow me 

when I feel most alone.

God.

Mother Nature.

Human Spirit.

You know by now I tout these as the miracles that 

are unseen in every darkness.

When hope is all but gone and we feel despair,

somehow we are gifted a beautiful reminder that

good things happen.

Good things are the normal.

Unforced, simple, wholesome.... are the normal.

It is only when we separate ourselves from

the light that the darkness can take hold and

allow us to believe that normal is anything but.

🕊️

I had been looking for this recipe for weeks.

I had wanted to make it for Easter but could not find it.

Pulling out an old cook book yesterday.... it fell out and I was so happy!

This cake is good for any event.

Any.

You can switch out the pecans for any nut or candy (chopped) you wish.

This was my go to birthday cake back in the day.

And the cake I weirdly made the day I came back from back surgery

and apparently made it with no knowledge of  doing so.

( Lol, I was left to rest by a friend who took my children to the park.

I was on a lot of pain meds that day.... one reason I never like to ever take them again.

The cake was all dressed up on the cake stand when the husband & babysitter came back.

Thinking someone had left it off for the family no one knew until

they saw the kitchen mess! LOL!)

Anyway, enjoy this cake.

It is delicious!

😋

If anyone needs prayer, just let me know.

I hope that those who I have been praying for are sitting in the

golden light of love they deserve.

You are not alone.

Blessings,

Raven

xoxo