Moving Forward – Recipe Round-up

Well, last month was certainly heavy wasn’t it? I think it was appropriately heavy. A kind of “necessary” heavy. But now I’m exhausted! There is a time and a place for the hard and the heavy, and I want to walk through those places with each one of you, but I also want to walk past that with you. I want you to see the beauty beyond the pain, the light at the end of the tunnel if you will. Because while your grief won’t ever fully “end”, life does pick back up again. Some of you may have a hard time believing me, but life beyond grief is possible. It is possible to live a life fully thriving, even after tragedy and loss.

Have you ever seen the show “Monk”? It’s a comedic murder mystery show about a guy who has serious OCD, among other issues. Early on in the show you learn that his wife had been tragically killed many years ago. He lives in his grief everyday, but not in a healthy kind of a way. In one episode, he goes to visit his wife’s parents. Throughout their home you can see reminders of her: pictures, the outfit they brought her home in framed on the wall, and her room left unchanged. But in spite of those things, her parents are doing really well. Monk asks her mom how she can go on living a normal life and feel happy again. I think about her response all the time. She talks about how she grieved so hard for so long. She didn’t think she could go on living. “And then one day,” she says, “the sun came out, the garden was blooming, and there were some kids riding by the house on their bikes, and I decided to give the world a second chance.” He looks unsure and as she touches his shoulder she tells him, “It’s still a beautiful world.” She realized that life still goes on, the world around her was still going on, and there are good things in it.  I sometimes have to remind myself that life. goes. on. There is still beauty around me. And I can choose how to live the rest of the life I have to live. You can still thrive beyond this grief. If you want to watch that specific episode, it’s Season 3, episode number 8, “Mr. Monk and the Game Show.”

Part of the way that I thrive beyond my grief is making delicious meals for my family.  Somebody gave me the idea to do a monthly round up of my favorite recipes I’ve tried and loved. I love sharing recipes, but not necessarily blogging about them, so sharing someone else’s recipes sounded like and excellent idea. First on the list:

saucy coconut curry with rice noodles and garden vegetables From Half Baked Harvest

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If you don’t follow Teighan already, you’re missing out. She always posts the best recipes, most of which are simple – and crazy beautiful. This dish was AMAZING! And really, very easy. If you’re a fan of Thai food, give this dish a try. I don’t have her cookbook yet, but it’s at the top of my Christmas wishlist this year.

Next up:

FoolProof Eye of Round Roast from Mrs. Happy Homemaker

Eye of Round Roast



This one involves a little more effort, but is oh, so worth it! She prefers Eye of Round Roast, but I’ve found that I truly enjoy it with whatever roast is on sale at the moment.

For our third dish, I’ve included a side:

Roasted Broccoli with Smashed Garlic from SkinnyTaste

Here's a great way to make broccoli if you are tired of making it the same old way. Roasting broccoli with garlic creates a sweet, nutty delicious flavor and the aroma that wafts through your kitchen will make everyone asking when's dinner ready.


Seriously. This one is life changing. We don’t make our broccoli any other way now – except that when I’m in a hurry, I don’t even smash the garlic. And it’s still good. We even make our cauliflower similar to this. They’re both a hit all around.

Finally, I’m sharing with you an amazing dessert/breakfast/coffee snack we make this time every single year:

Starbucks Double Glazed Pumpkin Scones Copycat Recipe from

Starbucks Double Glazed Pumpkin Scones Copycat Recipe! These would be perfect for breakfast with a cup of coffee during the Christmas and fall season.

These are INCREDIBLE! And so close to the real thing. And honestly, they really aren’t even that difficult to make. At all. Take my word for it and give it a whirl.

That’s all for this month’s round up. What do you think? Do you like the inclusion of a monthly round up? Or would you rather pass? And what are some of your favorite go-to recipes?

But What If I’m the One Hurting?

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Last week we talked about how to help the hurting. I threw out some good, practical ideas for people to help the ones they love through a difficult time. “But,” you may ask, “What if it’s me who’s hurting?” First of all, friend, I want you to know that I see you. Second, I want you to know that I know how difficult it can be to ask for, or even accept, help. I’ve shared before how I like for everybody to think that I’m super strong and I have it all together and I can handle anything, even immense hardship, all on my own. But dear one, that is not the way that it is meant to be.

Because of my physical condition during and after losing Judah, I had to learn how to accept help. I had no other option. And. It. Was. So. Crazy. Hard. I don’t like sitting around and I don’t like needing help, and I had to do both. I get my sense of determination (I guess that’s what we’ll call it) from my dad. I specifically remember shortly after losing Judah that it was my dad’s day to “watch me,” and I pushed my limits with him. He’s a lot more soft spoken with me than my mom, mother-in-law, sisters, husband, etc. and I thought I could get away with doing a little bit more when he was around. By about the second or third time he said, “baby, I know how hard it is to just sit around, but I really think you need to just sit and rest” I gave it up. I could tell it just about killed him to have to tell me to sit, and I couldn’t push him any longer. So I sat. I rested. And I learned a really good, hard lesson. You want to know what that lesson was? I’m gonna put it in all caps so that it will hopefully get through. Are you ready?


There. I even put it in bold writing and italicized it for you. But it’s true. When you’re hurting, the people who love you really do want to help. The problem is, sometimes it’s hard to know how to help you. The other problem is, sometimes you don’t allow them to help you. Can I let you in on something else? Everybody benefits when you let them in, and let them help. End of story.

After losing Judah there was a time that I was sitting on the couch, resting (because that was literally all I could do), and my sisters were running to the store. I couldn’t go with them – because resting – so they asked if I needed anything. Anything at all. I told them, no, I didn’t need anything. But still they persisted. They even started throwing out ridiculous suggestions. It was in the midst of this that I realized, “You know, they see me sitting here, miserable and sad, and they probably just feel helpless. They probably wish there was just something they could do. If I give them something to get for me, it’s probably going to make them feel better. And it might actually make me feel a bit better too.” I did need mascara, so I eventually gave in and asked them to bring some of that back with them. Guess what? They got this light in their eyes. They visibly perked up, and said, “Ok! Mascara! We’ll bring some mascara back for you!” They were so happy to bring that small little thing back for me! And I was really happy for them to bring it back to me. After that incident, it was a little bit easier for me to let people help. I tried to think of it from their perspective, remembering times that I watched the people I love who were hurting. I remembered feeling desperate to do anything to help lighten their load. I remembered a time that a family friend reached out and asked if I could put together the food for the viewing for one of their relatives. I felt so relieved that I could help in such a real, practical way! I realized that when I let others help me, it blessed us both.

When we lost the twins, I even went beyond letting people help me, to asking people to help me. This was a huge step for me. The week we lost the twins was the week of Thanksgiving. We have so many fun traditions that specific week, and we had had a whole lot of fun things planned. I had been so excited for our week off. Once we left the ultrasound knowing that we had lost the twins, I knew I couldn’t hold up my end of those traditions. It was so hard to let go of so many things at once. I had a D&C the day after our ultrasound and my body was not in good shape. I was contracting like you wouldn’t believe and still bleeding a lot. Again, I was told to take it easy. My sisters brought over a basket of Christmas crafts and a really cute, comfy tank top for me to wear so that I could sit on the couch and still feel like I was doing something along the lines of what we had planned. (In case you hadn’t noticed, I have the most amazing sisters). I appreciated it so much, and it sparked a hope in me that I could maybe still do some of those things we had planned. The best and easiest way to do that was through Facebook. Oh. My. Goodness. You guys. The response I got was absolutely overwhelming. I was floored. Again, it was another reassurance that when you’re hurting, the people who love you really want to do something to help you.

Every Thanksgiving morning, I make homemade cinnamon rolls. I started the tradition the first Thanksgiving that Blake and I had as a married couple. There’s never been a year where I haven’t made them. That year would have been a first. It broke my heart knowing I couldn’t make them that year. After giving it some thought, I took a deep breath, swallowed my pride, and took a picture of the recipe (because I was making them before Pinterest), and posted on facebook saying that I know people were crazy busy, but if there was even the slightest chance that somebody could make them for us and deliver them at whatever time, it would be the biggest blessing. I had so many people reach out to me! People who don’t bake, or didn’t have the time to bake, offered to pick up store bought ones or to make the kind from a can. I would have been so happy even for that! I felt incredibly loved knowing that people were so willing to take time out of their already busy holiday schedules to fulfill a want (not even a need) for me. One dear friend did end up making the recipe. She delivered them the night before Thanksgiving along with some gifts. “These were made with love and a lot of tears” she told me. Even as I type this out and remember that night, her sweet words, and loving heart, I’m tearing up. People are such a blessing.

Another silly request I had was for a wheelchair. My sisters and Mom and I have made a tradition of going out on Black Friday every year. We like to go a little later at night after the crowds have died down, and it’s so much fun! It’s honestly one of our favorite nights of the year. If I didn’t have a wheelchair, my doctor said I couldn’t go. Again, I went to facebook, asking if anybody had one we could borrow. Again, the response I got was absolutely overwhelming. One friend, who lives far away, and I hadn’t seen (or really even talked to) for years messaged me. She said that she and her husband would be blessed to pay the rental fee for a wheelchair. Honestly, I cried as I told my husband of their generous offer. She said to me, “Please let me know how my husband and I can help. Mean it. I know God has a plan for you all and your beautiful girls, but please promise you’ll let us know how we can help!” Once again, the people who love you want to help you when you are hurting. We got the wheelchair. Some friends from church had one that they dropped off for us earlier in the week. I was able to go shopping with my mom and my sisters. My cousin, who often needs a wheelchair herself, actually came down to shop with us and she brought her wheelchair just in case! I told her I wanted to be wheeled side by side so we could hold hands in the store. 😁 Turns out she didn’t need hers that night and she actually pushed me for a good portion of the time we were out. She was, by far, the best driver. I’ve pushed her a number of times, and I think I can say that it felt good for both of us to have the roles reversed. She may not even know it, but she offered me a special comfort that night. I was blessed beyond belief that she was able to make it out to spend some time with us.

Now, I say all this with a word of caution. Please do not use and abuse the people who love you. I don’t want anybody taking advantage of anybody else’s generosity. If you need help, please ask for it. If people offer to help you, please take them up on it. But also, please realize that there will come a time when you need to start helping yourself. Give yourself time, let yourself grieve, let yourself heal, let those you love help you, and then take a deep breath, and start easing your way into routine again. There will be days down the road when you need help again. Days that are hard and you need someone to lean on. That’s ok. Reach out again. Or let them reach out to you. Shortly after having Fletcher, I posted a picture on social media about how I feel so blessed to have 4 sweet babies, but there are days when I feel like I have 4 babies and it can be so hard. I wasn’t reaching out for help, I was only trying to be honest and real. I got a lot of messages that day from friends asking how they could help. One friend simply told me that her husband would be dropping dinner off at our house that night when he got off of work. Everything in me wanted to say, “no, that’s ok, I can handle it on my own.” But I didn’t. Instead, I said, “THANK YOU!” and we enjoyed some really delicious Chinese food that night. I didn’t have to cook or clean and my family was fed. And you know what? I’ve been able to bring them a meal at a time when making a meal wasn’t easy for them. So let’s all agree to be givers, and accepters. Let’s give when it’s needed, and let’s accept when it’s needed.

I cannot stress it enough: When you’re hurting, the people who love you really do want to help you. And sometime down the road, somebody will need you to help them. Remember this time, when you were the one hurting, and return the favor. Let’s do this thing together. Let’s allow ourselves to help and be helped. If we all did, it would be a better world to live in, don’t ya think?