life stories, Word of God

time to see


Sometimes it is just time.  Things begin to take shape and you hadn’t even noticed that it was out of focus until you realize that now you can see better.  I remember the day I got my first pair of glasses.  I was thirteen.  My parents decided it was time to take me to the eye doctor.  I had been getting closer and closer to the TV to watch our shows.  I couldn’t really read the chalkboard at school.  I hadn’t been concerned, that is just how I saw; but my wise parents knew it was time.

Off to the eye doctor, my mom and I went and sat in the waiting room until a gentle older man came out to greet us.  I sat in the chair and the doctor swung machine things in front of my face for me to look through.  “Read the smallest line of letters on the wall”, he said.  Click, click, clickity- click, he turned the dials on the machine, “can you see them better or worse?” he asked me.  He shined a bright light into my eyes and said be still not to blick. Are you serious? I thought.  A person’s first reaction to a bright shining light in you eye is to BLINK! and move away.  I was a good little girl and did as I was told.

He and my mother talked, filled out papers, and the lady at the counter told us to come back next week.

Next week came and we were sitting again in the waiting room of the eye doctor. When it was our turn, we went back to the examination room and the doctor came bearing a gift.  My first pair of glasses.  He put them on me and stepped back…. I don’t know that words can really describe what I felt at that moment.  To say that I could see doesn’t seem adequate.  Nonetheless, I could SEE!!!! See clearly that is, I wasn’t blind, I was used to everything being fuzzy all the time.  I didn’t think about it, that is how I saw things.  So now! WOW! I could see!

We got in the car and as mom drove us home, I was looking at everything as if I had never seen it before.  Did you know you could see the individual leaves on the trees?  Before it was a green mass of color…like a kindergardner’s rendition of an apple tree.

I kept taking my glasses off to look and then putting them back on to SEE!  I’ll never forget that day.  My mom didn’t say much, she just smiled, glad that she was able to help me in this. She said things like “of course” and “yes, I know” .. she didn’t really understand the life change that had been given to me.  My mom always had good eyes.  In her later years she began using reading glasses, but for distance .. she always saw clearly.  If you wear glasses or contacts, you know.  One moment you see fuzzy the next everything comes into focus.  That day, 36 years ago, is etched in my memory.


This is a wonderful story of how our lives are with the LORD — or should be — when we surrender and trust the LORD in every detail of our life.  We will see more clearly, it may be bit by bit but we will. I think we’ll be going around heaven looking at things as if we never had proper eyesight, ever.  What a day that will be!!

For now, today, we trust the LORD to lead and guide us into all truth.  (John 16:13)

This wasn’t what I had planned to write today, but maybe it is a blessing for you.  Maybe you can relate and the LORD is reminding you that He’s got you.  He knows what you have need of before you ask him.  As adults, we seem to lose our focus much more quickly.  The cares of the world entangle us and blur our sight.  We are going through our days coloring in a big blob and hoping to get the details right.  It’s time to see and we can only do that with the help of God’s Holy Spirit.  Now don’t get weird here…it’s not about hearing voices in your head, it’s about running to the ONLY source of truth to find the answer to every thing.  What is that source?  It is the written Word of God, ie the Bible.  John 17:17  (We, at this Granny’s House, use the KJV.  You should, too.  Look it up )

So there it is.  Time to see.  And I thought I would be telling the story of Scruffy the mouse.  He’s a patient mouse .. mostly.

What I will tell you is that I’m learning every day about the importance of running to the LORD for everything.  Like Paul, I would say,

Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus.   Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. “  -Philippians 3:12-14

My journey and the lessons I am learning may encourage you in your journey.  My hope is that these little posts will nudge you toward your only hope:  the LORD Jesus Christ: the Righteous, Redeemer, Merciful, Faithful, Master, closer than a brother, Friend, and the King of Kings!!




Childrens Stories, Critters, Sewing, Show and Tell, Word of God


Scruffy: untidy, shabby


We all have those days.  Whether it is the mess of  dishes, chores,  work, or everything all at the same time.  Scruffy is not limited to our daily activities but also includes our emotions.  We can feel untidy, which is different from dirty.  Untidy says unorganized, not enough time or strength to take care of the details, and maybe some apathy that has crept in as we attempt to juggle the cares of the day and the people in our lives.

When my mom died, things went wonky in my thoughts and emotions.  As Christians, we have a hope when our loved ones pass on ahead of us.  (Our hope is in Jesus Christ and his redemption on the cross, his rising on the third day, and him being seated at the right hand of the Father in heaven)  The wonky came not with death but dealing with the life we live now until we do meet again.

We all have to keep living, doing, talking, and being a blessing to those around us even as things around us go wonky…unplanned, unexpected, inconvenient, and hard.

My Dad and I are working together and reseachering famiy history and compiling a book of rememberance: a biography.  We are enjoying  putting together our own memories of Mom with her childhood stories, matching old photos with family stories, peoples, and places.  In so doing, there are many times it seems emotionally overwhelming…memories can bring with it so many emotions simulatiously that it can cause a brain fog.

Scruffy:  We know we should be OKAY; yet our feelings aren’t agreeing.   Have you felt like that?  What can be done? Many say it’s just grief.  Yes and no.  These overwhelming life situations are not limited to loss of a loved one.  Death does seem to magnify the emotions beyond what we think we can handle; but there are those who are in tough situations and feel hopeless, stuck, or just trying to survive.

Take courage!  The God of ALL comfort is faithful and trustworthy to help us through the most difficult times.

Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.        ~Psalm 27:14

This brings me to my project: learning how to make little critters (mouse, lamb, bunny)

Mom loved to tell stories to her grandchildren but never wrote them down.   So, I’m going to write children’s books based on those stories.  And I decided to learn to make these little critters to go along with my writings about my Mom.

I cut out the pattern on some muslin fabric to practice.  As I began putting the pieces together, I grew frustrated because I couldn’t seem to get them together in the correct order..I didn’t have the instructions, just the pieces.  How hard could this be?  It’s just a little mouse.  I do know how to sew.  I do know how to figure things out.  And I couldn’t call my mom to ask her any questions…ugg!




Guess what?  The LORD God of heaven knows how everything fits together.. yes, even pattern pieces of a little mouse.  Remember this from Matthew 10:29-31:

Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows. “

Putting the pieces together is a specialty of our loving God.  These little critters remind me everyday how true that is.  If I, an amatuer doll maker, can cut out the pieces, throw away the scraps and sew something beautiful, then HOW MUCH MORE our Creator and God!!  This makes me happy!


Now I know you may be thinking that Scruffy is not that beautiful..but he is a work in progress…like us.. hehehe.  His story is still being written.  (and I’ll be sharing it the next post)

Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:  -Philippians 1:6

Meet cousins of Scruffy from his mother’s side of the family:  Ivan and Hazel.  Hazel is the older sister; but Ivan thinks he’s older because he has grown much taller than Hazel. Doesn’t she know that if you are taller, you most certainly must be older?  Silly mouse, thinks Hazel as she poses for the camera.


Next time, we’ll have a listen to Scruffy’s story.  He’s a little embarrassed to have a story written about himself; but he knows you’ll enjoy it.

If you would like to follow the critters and me on Instagram, we’d love to have you. (@mama8hawks)  You’ll get to see some behind the scenes, meet new critters, and maybe smell the cookies from this Granny’s House.

Hugs and keep looking up!


aka Granny

Word of God


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Hello dear friends,

It’s been a long while since my last post.  We had a family emergency in August and my husband and I had to go out of town.  It has taken me a couple of months to recover my emotions enough to be ‘public’ again.  Thank you for your patience.

It was a Thursday morning when I received the early morning call from my Dad.  (my Dad never calls)  Mom had just suffered a heart attack and died.  I was stunned.  My Dad was devastated.  They had celebrated their 49th wedding anniversary the month before.  Mom was 69.  I wasn’t ready for her to go.  Didn’t think it would be for a long while. I just kept telling Dad that morning, ‘it’s ok.  we’ll see her again, soon.’

It’s hard to even write the words.

We live 1400 miles from my parents and brothers.  I phoned our children and made ready to drive across the country as soon as we were packed.  (hubby and I prefer driving to flying)  Twenty-one hours of driving and we were at my parents house.  It looks the same and feels SO strange.   I kept thinking that Mom was in the other room and would be right back.  I needed to ask her questions, silly questions, like where were we to stay that night, what she had made for dinner, where was the teapot….  surreal.  My sister and her family also drove from their home (a day’s drive) and then we were all together…mostly. Just 2 of our 6 children were able to make the trip because of work and time.

We couldn’t stay long, just a few days, because our middle son was getting married in a few days.  How was I going to get through this?  I’m the oldest of my siblings and felt it my duty, my resposiblity to be strong for them and for Dad.  Yet, I had no strength of myself.

Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort;  ~IICorinthians 1:3

To God be the glory!! Great things HE hath done!  The LORD God IS our comfort and strength!  It is because of His great mercy through Jesus Christ that we can carry on.

We have hope, Jesus, our blessed hope!

But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.  For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: 
  Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.  

Wherefore comfort one another with these words.  ~I Thessalonians 4:13-18

Maybe you need comfort today.  Maybe you need hope.  Look unto the Father God by picking up the Bible and reading these verses for yourself.  Take hold of the book of Psalms like a blanket and let the God of ALL comfort heal your heart and bring you joy.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking, praying, and thinking and will be writing more over the next little while.  I’d like to share with you some of those things, if you’d like to hear/read about it.

I’ll leave you with this Scripture

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.  ~John 14:1

Until next time,


Baking, Baking Biographies

That Gluten Question

With so many people searching for answers to the ‘gluten intolerance problem’, I thought I’d share some of my research.  This video is a quick look at sourdough and why it’s The Healthiest Bread.

The process of making bread using the wild or natural yeast that is already around us is just an AMAZING thing.  Flour and water to start, add a little salt and more flour and watch the transformation!  Smell.  Taste!  WOW.

At This Granny’s House, we are happy to share bread with you!  Bread has been known for millennia as ‘the staff of life’.  The number one grain for bread is wheat.  And it is this grain that has come under the most attack.  Yes, there are chemicals now; yes, there are GMOs now; but slow fermenting natural yeast is still master over those nasty attacks.  To better help us, using organic, regional, and fresh milled flour, insures maximum health benefits.

There are so many wonderful folks out there who have learned so much more than I have on this subject.  In the course of my own studies, I’ve grown in my fervor to share great bread with as many people as possible.

Here are some excellent resources:

sourdough nutrition

health benefits of sourdough

top 10 reasons to eat sourdough 

I truly hope that this little glimpse into the world of sourdough has helped you.


as always,

your friend, Cristina

aka Granny


Baking, Baking Biographies

Baking is . . .

love made edible bannerI love to read.  I’ve always loved reading.  When I was a young girl, I spent most of my summers reading.  And when I discovered a summer reading program my sixth grade year – I was overjoyed!  The school gave their students access to the library for a handful of hours each Friday to encourage the students to be better readers.  I saw this as a summer filled with adventures.

I happily walked my younder siblings to our little library and we carried full book-bags back home just in time for lunch.  It was a first in summer reading programs.  It was the summer of 1980.  I read Florence Nightingale’s biography and the entire “The Great Brain series by J.D. Fitzgerald.  (I don’t know why I loved that series, but I did.)  In seventh grade, I was enrolled in a speed reading class.  I really enjoyed that class!  I learned how to read the important words and disregard the rest.  I learned to retain the information to do well on comprehension tests.  I read fast.  I did well. I joined a Bible Quiz club and learned memorizing skills and studied with furvor. (my spelling, however, was always a struggle)  Math? Science? P.E. Class?  for the birds .. I did my best, but my best wasn’t so hot.  Learning about History or the biography of those scientists – wonderful!

Fast forward to a married young woman with little ones, homemaking, and cooking.. I could read at and follow a recipe with ease; but didn’t find much, if any, joy in cooking.  It was like science class of sorts .. follow the formula and get an edible outcome.  Boring.  But our little family  needed to eat .. every day.  The more I cooked the better the meals became.  I loved to set the table, talk at the table, and laugh with family and friends.  I saw that aspect as the enjoyment of meals more than the cooking.

Now our children are adults, many are married, and Curt and I are empty nesters.  I have time to reflect on how my cooking has progressed through the years and the course it will take in the future.  I have time again to read just for me.  During our children’s growing up years I didn’t really have the time for pleasure reading.  We homeschooled k-12 and read aloud for the children.  Now .. now the house is in a new season .. what could I read?

I found a book at the library with an intriguing title:  The Splendid Table by Lynne Rossetto Kasper.  The title was so lovely — so splendid.

The greatest joy in this book has been the people who made it possible.  I want to wrap my arms around the entire region of Emilia-Romagna in appreciation.  She and her people shared so much, not only in tangible information, but in the intangibles:  the spirit of her hospitality, the way light moves across her plain and her deep passion for her own culinary heritage.      ~Acknowledgements, The Splendid Table

How could I not join the author on her journey?  This isn’t just a book of edible formulas; it is a beautiful adventure.  Immediately, I saw the countryside, I felt the warm sunshine, and could smell the aromas beckoning as breads baked, meats were grilled, and fruit ripened . . . can you smell the freshness?  The author brought to life a cookbook in a way I’d never read.  This wasn’t a list of ingredients like a ‘to-do’ list.  This was a rosy cheeked loud grandma with her sleeves rolled up, dirty apron, showing you the right way to cook.  Having you taste and taste again ..

And so I began to read about soups, breads, pastas .. such a familiarity .. Garlic, butter, tomatoes, beef, olive oil .. hey! these are my favorite foods .. hey! .. a light bulb .. my maternal grandparents cooked like this .. my mom loves these .. and then I knew it .. I had come home .. I suddenly realized that food was more than for survival.  There was something more than the nutrients it possesses, it is meant to bring JOY TO YOUR TABLE.

He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and the herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; and wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to mke his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man’s heart.                                                                                                                              -Psalm 104:14-15

I began to search out cookbooks that told a story, authors and bakers that invited the reader to join their family dinners, hear the laughter, and taste the delight found written on the pages.  As I read, I learned.  As I read the more confident I became as a baker and it began to show at our table.  My perspective on food was brought back to where is should be .. making our table a place of joy and not getting through another meal with dishes and complaining; but rather taking the time to enjoy and cherish the moment with those whom we ‘break bread’.

I’ll leave you with the following hashtags for you to consider:  #slowliving  #bringbreadhome  #homemade  #freshfromtheoven #splendidtable #family #friends #gatheringtogether  #morethanjusteating #lovemadeedible #nosciencehere #allheart

Are your meals #madewithlove ??

until next time,


Baking, Baking Biographies, Show and Tell, thrifting

the Adventure Begins

the adventure begins

Hello Dear Reader! and thank you for joining me on my little bakery adventure as I have officially opened my online neighborhood bakery.

This blog has a two-fold purpose: first, to share with you my adventures in baking and life and second to encourage in the daily stuff.  We all need a little joy and encouragement to help us get through the mundane, stressful, or unsure days; as well as sharing the hopeful, cheerful, and good days. I hope my little blog can help you.

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homemade pretzels! gone in a flash!


I think I have a plan.  They say you should have a plan.  I grew up making lists, my dad is the king of list making.  So, I suppose that my plan can be like my list for the the blog.  It should keep me on track, right?

MONDAYS:  I’ll share a preview of the week .. upcoming bakes .. maybe a vlog .. something to get the week started right.

TUESDAYS:  Show and Tell! I love show and tell! PHOTOS! recipes .. links .. and some DIY

WEDNESDAYS:  The WORD on Bread :  seeking for and finding the substance and nourishment of God’s written Word.

THURSDAYS:  Thrify Nifty Reviews :  treasure finds, bakery tools, cookbook reviews, and dressing your mealtime table.

FRIDAYS:  Baker’s Biographies : I love to hear about and read stories of those who have paved the way for the next generation.  We’ll discover together the history of baked goods, stories from Grandmothers and Grandfathers, and even meet some of today’s sweetest bakers.

Along the way, you may have to humor me as I share bits about quilting or knitting, or posts about how much I love our children,  our grandchildren, and sheep.  There might even be a mention or two of my moto-adventures with my best friend, my handsome husband. 🙂

There will be affiliate links to Amazon in order for you to have easy access to some of the treasures we share here.

Word of God

first WP blog post

HELLO! Sweet readers!  I’m glad you could join me over here.  I’ve been having computer issues for a while now and was using my iPad to post to my blog.  And now … my blogger blog cannot be edited using mobile devises so I’m forced to move over here to WordPress.   You can still read my previous posts,  just all the new stuff will be here.

There is that saying, “when it rains, it pours!”  How true, how true.  But hold fast, we’ll get over this bump in the road and keep praying for each other, keep encouraging each other, and most importantly — keep looking unto Jesus! The author and finisher of our faith.

Hugs to you,