Oatmeal Coconut Chocolate Chip Cookies

You have to go make these cookies. They are yum.my.photo (24)

Oatmeal Coconut Chocolate Chip Cookies

  • 1 cup butter, softened
  • 1 1/4 cups packed brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup white sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 tablespoons milk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt (optional)
  • 3 cups rolled oats
  • 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips
  • 1 cup chopped walnuts/pecans (optional)
  • 1 cup shredded coconut

Preheat oven to 375. Beat butter and sugars until creamy. Add eggs, one at a time and then the vanilla and milk. Stir baking soda into the flour and then add both to butter mixture. Beat just until combined. Add oats, chocolate chips, nuts and pecans. Bake for 12-14 minutes.

I’ll warn you, these are a little life-changing. You can thank me later. 🙂

It’s a Lime!

Guess what?!?!

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The day before my birthday, I went out to water my tree, and there it was. . .even though the “season” doesn’t start until September.

It’s a lime! On MY tree!

My birthday definitely held a certain sweetness this year (and not just because it’s the last one in a certain decade). I felt like the Lord had whispered a special word of encouragement to me: “I see you and even care about the joy that limes will give you.”

Oh the beauty that the Lord gives! I’m seeing it today. Are you?

Off ‘Til the 23rd

Starting a blog in the summer probably wasn’t the best idea, considering how much travel inhibits me from keeping up with posts. But alas, it was how the Spirit led.

We’re taking off today for two and a half weeks of roadtripping glee through about half of our beautiful United States. Cody and I are driving to Colorado, via Texas and New Mexico, for our bi-annual Staff Conference. It’s a vital time in the life our ministry, and we’re looking forward to how the Lord is going to move.

After helping host a conference for some of the dearest partners in Cru’s ministry, we will head back to Florida via Kansas, Tennessee and Georgia. 

Thanks for keeping up with my Crazy, Beautiful Life. I look forward to being back with you soon!

Off to India

I know we just got started here, but A Crazy Beautiful Life is going to be on hiatus for a week. I’m off to India.

I’m headed over to help some dear souls understand better how to get others to partner with them in telling their countrymen about Jesus. I’ve never been to India before, but if it’s like every other country I’ve visited, I will fall in love with it and the people.

The kiddo are having a staycation with Grandma and Papa, so you can pray for all five! I’ll see you back here on June 17.

A Parent’s Joy

This past weekend, Gavin’s flag football team won their league championship. It was awesome. (And I promise this post isn’t entirely about football!)

DSC_0237The same group of boys had been playing together for two seasons, and each one of them had their role down. Bryce could sack a quarterback like the best of them. Declan’s hands to grab flags and catch footballs were unmatched. Nick threw beeline passes. And Gavin, he did a little bit of everything. A touchdown catch, an extra-points catch and a critical interception. Our little man was the MVP of the game. He thrived on the field.

Cody and I were filled with pride. Beyond filled. We were giddy for him. And that got me thinking. About how I wonder if God gets giddy when He sees us thriving. . .

I think He does. I think God gets giddy for us.

Watching Gavin play, my mommy’s heart recognizes one of the things he was made for was to play football. He loves it. He’s good at it. It brings him incredible joy and a sense of true masculinity in the heat of competition. He has what it takes to do it well.

And what about me? I love for Gavin that he knows such an experience. In what area of my life do I thrive? What brings me joy? What makes me feel the “rightness” of my femininity?

I don’t know right now.

Before we left Italy, I would say I was thriving. I knew the pleasure of being in the right place. But since then, I have floundered. I have battled. My head has spun and my heart has sank. So where do I go from here?

As a parent, if I saw Gavin struggling like I have been, my heart would be breaking for him. Just as I think God has grieved my loss with me.

But I wouldn’t want him to stay there. I would want him to learn from his struggle and move again toward being in the place where the fullness of God’s glory flows freely. Easily. Right now, I want that for me. I want to thrive again.

My knees buckle in desperation to hear my Father speak to me. I long to hear the plans He has for me. “Plans to prosper me and not to harm me. To give me hope and a future.”

Let me hear you, Father! Let me know your heart and giddiness over watching me thrive.