"As
for me, my life has already been poured out as an offering to God. The
time of my death is near. I have fought the good fight, I have finished
the race, and I have remained faithful. And now the prize awaits me—the
crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give
me on the day of his return. And the prize is not just for me but for
all who eagerly look forward to his appearing." 2 Timothy 4:6-8
As I read this verse this morning, I thought of my Queenie. For those of you who knew Queenie, you know she lived her life for Jesus. Whether it was singing to the "old people" at the nursing home or snuggling a baby tightly whispering, "Jesus loves you precious one". There was never a conversation had where she didn't mention, "the Lord". Queenie certainly fought the good fight as well. She was a spitfire...hence she lived as long as she did. She loved Jesus and passed on her love to her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Now she is singing and dancing (with her new body) with Him. HOW AWESOME!
Although I am soooooo very happy she is home, it's hard for those of us left behind. The finality of death is broken with the promise of heaven but our human spirits remind us how far away that is at the present time. For me, I choose to remember how wonderful Queenie was. Remembering all the good times and memories that were made in the 33 years I have known her. So I decided to write down those times....mostly for me, but I will share with you as well.
Cottage times: Of course most of my memories of Queenie revolve around
our cottage trips. For those of you who don't know, my grandparents
built a cottage in 1958 in a very rural part of Canada. At first it
didn't even have plumbing but she brought her 5 boys up there each and
every summer while my grandfather visited on the weekends. So much of
the cottage still has Queenie's hand print left there. From the unique
decorations, to her little garden dug by the lake, I see her and hear
her each and every time I am there. As a kid, I made the five and a
half hour drive with them a number of times. We would ALWAYS stop at
Bill Grays in Watertown where Queenie and Papa would split a sandwich.
Papa would grumble about how expensive everything was and Queenie would
tell him to shut up be quiet. At the cottage, Queenie
would sit in her blue recliner on the "davenport" while I sat on the
blue shag rug singing Keith Green's, Holy, Holy, Holy with her.
I saw God there. Not only did Queenie teach me to marvel at His creation but she worshiped him, wholeheartedly. What an awesome thing I was able to witness! She let her light shine. There are so many other memories the cottage holds...from swimming up and down the shore with Queenie, to wrestling a turkey on the kitchen counter at 9 am. I am eternally grateful for the gift of time spent with her in the solitude of the woods. If earth can be recreated in heaven, I KNOW Queenie is sitting in a chair at the cottage, singing her heart out to Jesus.
Christmas: For those of you who knew Queenie, you know how she loved to shop. Not necessarily for expensive things but just things. Mostly for others and mostly for Christmas and birthdays. If I recall correctly, my cousin even set up a facebook page dedicated to odd Queenie gifts! Each and every year (up until about 6 years ago) we spent Christmas at the Smith house. As a kid, we would pile into the basement (carrying Nana on a chair) and mass chaos would break loose as one child was selected to pass out these "Queenie" presents. As they aged, we moved Christmas upstairs but the same chaos remained. The gifts got stranger and the meals a little weirder but we spent the whole day with each other. Queenie wanted us ALL together. She created an atmosphere of love and laughter. There are thousands of stories of odd gifts that we received but I will share just one. The first Christmas Zach and I were married, there was a HUGE box with our names on it. We eyed it up, wondering what was inside but waited until the very end to open it. We were surprised to find a box full of canned goods. Yes, I said canned goods...mostly from their cupboards and many expired. We got a good laugh but appreciated their thoughtfulness of trying to feed the newlyweds.
Candice will hate me for this but this awesome shirt was a queenie gift :)
So many other memories have been flooding my mind the past day. From her smell (mostly roses on a good day) to playing pool in her basement. Being locked in the "scarey" part of the basement by teasing cousins to the infamous"barf chair". But the most important thing Queenie left behind was her love for Christ! I know she is with Jesus right this very moment (hopefully not yelling at us to stop crying), with her new hips, shoulder, knees, and heart. I love you Queenie and cannot wait until the day I can hug you again!
Nothing warms your house (and soul) like the smell of apple pie baking in the oven!
So on this dreary day, I decided to pop one in.
Totally made this recipe up and haven't tasted it yet due to it still cooling but I figured I would share anyways.
Kara's GF apple pie (and crust)
Crust:
2 cups GF flour of your choice (spelt would be yummy if you can handle it)
1/3 cup of COLD butter divided
1/3 cup of COLD coconut oil
1 Tablespoon of salt
5 Tablespoons of ice cold water
Mix flour and salt together. Cut in butter and coconut oil. Slowly add ice water until it forms a dough ball. Split in two, roll out and place bottom in pie dish.
Filling:
7 cups of apples (skinned and cut up)
1/4 cup corn starch (or another thickener)
1/2 cup sweetener
1 Tablespoon of cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon of nutmeg
pinch of clove
Mix all in a large bowl and place in pie crust. Put top on pie and do as you please with it...as long as you have a few vents :) Bake at 375 for an hour!
Yes, we have lots of apples thanks to Kylie's teacher who has an abundance of apple trees.
That being said, I have already canned apples sauce, frozen apple pie filling, and put apples in almost every meal AND we still have apples.
Today I decided to make my own apple bread...Gluten free style of course :) Guess what...IT IS DELICIOUS!!! Yes, I am a bit surprised but I figured I would share it with you all as well.
Kara's GF Apple Pie Bread:
2 eggs
3/4 cup sugar (or another sweetener of choice)
1/3 cup yogurt
1 cup GF flour blend of choice (you can use spelt*)
1/2 cup GF oats
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon cloves
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
2/3 apples, skinned and chopped
Mix wet ingredients, add to dry. Fold in apples.
Bake at 350 for 50 mins
*spelt is sometimes tolerated well by those with a gluten sensitivity. For those with a serious allergy or ce
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