All Things Goat’s Milk

July 6, 2020 

This is quite the rambling post where I share many ways I’ve been using goat’s milk in the kitchen. And please, before you are impressed, let me assure you that anytime I’m making something other than a box of mac and cheese, I’m usually foregoing some responsibilities. No mom has enough time to do everything, and as I learned this morning, it obviously has been our bedsheets that have suffered while I’ve been busy in the kitchen. 

On this very Monday morning, as I announced, “Boys, take off your bedsheets. We are washing today,” Allen informed us matter-of-factly that his sheets smell like boogers. Okay then. Now that you understand the full spectrum of my life and realize the reality behind the pretty food pictures, I’ll tell you about some amazing ways to use goat’s milk. 

We get about three quarts of fresh goat’s milk per day and that fills the fridge quickly. I have had to get creative to keep up. 

I started off by making yogurt. Instant pot makes it so easy! Add eight cups of milk, set the yogurt button to boil, cool down in ice bath, add two scoops of active live yogurt, give it a stir, and incubate in instant pot for 6-12 hours. You can do this with cow’s milk too although I haven’t tried. We use this yogurt in fruit smoothies almost every day! 

From there, I made some simple flavored gelatin mixed with yogurt and pudding recipes. I also stopped buying milk from the store and began only using goat’s milk in cooking and baking. Most of the time we can’t even tell a difference. I have a pumpkin pie recipe that uses goat’s milk in place of evaporated milk, and it is delicious! 

Next I learned to make homemade goat milk ice cream. I’ve done lemon vanilla, chocolate peppermint, dark chocolate, banana, strawberry, and cookie dough. The base recipe is milk, tempered egg yolks, and sugar of course! The ice cream itself is lighter than regular ice cream and balances somewhere between slushy and creamy. Our whole family loves it! 

At this point, I left culinary creations and began experimenting with soap making. It was a bit intimidating at first with using caustic lye and words like saponification, but I’ve found it isn’t all that hard. I’ve made three batches so far. I began with a basic goat milk castille soap made only with olive oil, lye, and goat’s milk. Next I used goat’s milk to make lavendar bars with added coconut oil and fresh lavendar leaves. And finally, my last batch was a milk and honey bar that smells good enough to eat. All are still currently curing (up to 6 weeks time), but we can’t wait to try them! 

From there, I returned to edible creations and ventured into farmer’s cheese. Heat milk to just before boil, pour in either lemon juice or vinegar, and let the curds form. Strain whey and squeeze. It can be eaten on bagel, toast, or cracker with savory or sweet seasoning by adding peppers, onions, salt, honey, or jam. It can also be used as queso blanco or ricotta in recipes or as a topping on salads. This cheese is versatile, and the possibilities are endless. 

Then came cajeta. It’s a delicious caramel sauce traditionally made from goat’s milk which gives it a rich and unique flavor. Heat milk and sugar, add in a little baking soda, and simmer for an hour. It must be stirred frequently in the beginning and constantly as it thickens to achieve the smooth caramel texture. It takes about an hour to make and with all the stirring, that’s quite a commitment. Cinnamon, vanilla, or even chocolate are complimentary flavor additions. This sauce can be used as a coffee creamer, drizzled over ice cream, spread on cookies or crackers, or eaten with pretzels or fruit. 

Last but not least, I made goat milk fudge. Some say you can’t go wrong with chocolate and peanut butter, and this fudge was no exception. I’m going to make it again and try more flavors soon. I’m thinking may be maple walnut or mint chocolate would be good. 

Next on my list is chevre cheese! It’s a simple cheese made with culture and rennet. Hopefully it will be a success. 

Speaking of culture, I want to assure you my boys are sleeping on clean sheets tonight. I would say that there are absolutely no boogers, but well, they are boys after all.

Where Were You?

June 30, 2020 

Hearken unto me and I will shew my opinion. Job 32:10 

I know I probably shouldn’t say this, but I have a hard time getting through the book of Job. To be honest, I just about can’t stand chapters 3-37. That’s 34 chapters of Job, his three friends, and one random young guy giving their opinions and trying to make sense of bad things in this world. It makes me feel sorry for suffering and defensive Job. It makes me mad at his self-righteous friends. And then it leaves me feeling low because my humanity relates to all of it. 

By the weary end of chapter 37 as the lofty opinions of the random young guy fade away, chapter 38 brings in a whirlwind. And from that whirlwind, the voice of God answers. 

And I have never, ever related more to Job than in this moment. Opinions and voices are talking, contradicting, everyone thinking he knows best. Oh my friends, how tiring it is trying to figure it all out. How frivolous are our thoughts and opinions in comparison to God’s. We need to quiet the noise and distractions, hush our own opinions, and listen for God. 

I encourage you to read Job. I won’t blame you if you skim chapters 3-37. But when you get to 38, let God’s sovereignty sink in. “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?” 

We aren’t meant to have it all figured out or know all the answers, but we are meant to listen to and rely on the One who does. Let’s be still and rest in that.

An Update on our Growing Family

June 15, 2020 

– An update on our growing family – 

The twins turned 7 years old in April in the midst of quarantine. Instead of the usual rambunctious cousin party, we celebrated with just our family. We are blessed to have such a challenging duo. 

Emmett – Always thinking and questioning. He’s very observant and picks up on the smallest details. His fashion is unmatched as he sports a white t-shirt, red suspenders, and a Ford hat. Other days it’s a camouflage shirt, camo overalls, a camo hunting mask, and camo helmet as he flies on his bike, knees bending and pedaling fast as free smiling little boys do. This summer he has a favorite pair of worn out jeans. This faded pair has a rip on one leg that hangs completely open exposing his knee, and the waist band is stained purple from one unfortunate wash with a violet crayon. He was grinning the other morning as he proudly showed me a new rip in these jeans. We are currently in negotiations of where he can and cannot wear these atrocious but beloved jeans. If you happen to see him looking especially shabby this summer, please know I’m trying my best. We love this fashionable guy. 

Everett – Such a sweet anomaly of a child. He keeps us well drilled and well versed. 

“Mom, I think I’m going to stop reading The Cobweb Cat (Kindergarten reader) and just read Shakespeare.” 

— OK, honey. 

“Mom, do you know which is my favorite Shakespeare play?” 

— Romeo and Juliet? 

“No, A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” 

—- Oh wow. 

“Mom, guess which Shakespeare story with witches I like best?” 

— Umm, Hamlet? 

“No, mom, Hamlet doesn’t have witches. It’s Macbeth.” 

As I failed this Shakespeare refresher from my elementary aged son, I didn’t think it fitting to mention that I had once long ago majored in English and taken classes devoted entirely to Shakespeare. So, I just opened my mouth, closed it, and sat dumbfounded at myself as I marveled at my child. 

I’m not the only one baffled. Yesterday while riding in the van together, he taught history. 

“Did you all know that Harriet Tubman’s real name wasn’t Harriet? Her name was Minty, but she changed it to Harriet when she reached the free state of Pennsylvania.”

He continues…. 

“John Adams was the second president and George Washington was the first.” 

Me: Who was the third? 

“Thomas Jefferson.” 

Me: And next? 

“James Madison”

Me: Next? 

“James Monroe.” 

At this point I looked back to see if he was reading from a chart. Nope. I turned to Brandon, who by the way majored in Political Science, and asked if he could name all the presidents. Nope. It appears neither of our educations prepared us for having intellectual conversation with our seven-year-old child. But that’s okay. Remember the anomaly part? When he’s not reading Shakespeare, he’s fretting because he misplaced something he can’t find (that’s usually in an obvious place) or making some easy task harder than it has to be (think trying to eat soup with a fork). What a unique and awesome kid!

Allen turned four years old today. My baby. Over the weekend, I heard his three-year-old upturned voice hollar from downstairs, “Mommmeee! Will you make biscuits? We are hungry for biscuits.” I have loved everything about this boy, and yes, he got biscuits that morning. He has such a kind heart and thrives as one of the family. If his brothers are shooting earth worms way up in the flying rocket launcher, by golly, he’s doing it too. You couldn’t ask for a better buddy to hang with. He brings joy and loves others with his counting hugs “I give you 14 hugs, Daddy. 1, 2, 3, 4…” and his endless gifts  of flowers he picks, complete with dirt clod roots. I thank God often for adding Allen to our family. 

In 2012, when we found out we were pregnant with twins, we shared John 1:16 “From His fullness of grace, we have received one blessing after another.”

And it’s true. God has been so good to our family, and it’s His goodness that now leads us to pursue the adoption of a child from Colombia. We ask for prayers as we wrap up our home study and move on to the international portion. It’s amazing what God has done to change our outlook. He has shown us that life isn’t about pursing “happiness.” If we tirelessly seek one big thrill after another, we can miss out on joy completely. God has been teaching us (and we are still learning!) that if we can’t find joy in daily life, we haven’t begun to know real joy. The hardest place to have joy is in the menial tasks, but praise God, joy comes from Him and His joy is our strength.

We are and will continue relying on His strength as we raise our family and follow his lead on welcoming another child. We are grateful for our extended family and spiritual leaders in our lives that have pointed us to Jesus and continue to challenge and encourage us in our faith.

Isaías 40:31 Pero los que confían en el Señor renovarán sus fuerzas.

Greatest of These

“Put your love and compassion in my heart so I can show that to others.” 

June 13, 2020

I began to pray this prayer not even knowing what I was asking. Since then, God has shown me just how bold this request is. 

Jesus was every bit human and every bit God here on earth. His whole purpose was to redeem humanity, and he had to become human to do it. He was hot, cold, tired, frustrated, tempted, hungry, and sad. He experienced all human emotions, and he wept over the human condition. He knew we would have hope through His death. He knew it will all work out in the end. But He still wept in his humanity. 

When we begin to see people as Jesus sees them, our hearts break with compassion over the human condition. Brokenness within marriages and families, grief and sorrow over losses and death, depression and addictions that evoke helplessness, and abuse and exploitation of the vulnerable are some human experiences that elicit a response from us. Just because we believe in Jesus doesn’t automatically mean our responses will be filled with love and compassion. It takes us daily walking with Jesus and spending time with Him. While our natural response will always fall short, His love sets us free from labeling people, defending our beliefs and opinions, and saving face when we feel our views are threatened. When we see people as Jesus sees them, we love them. We can share their pain and cry with them. Perhaps, to view all people with the compassion of Christ would be to take on their burdens and walk beside them. That’s what Jesus did when he died. He took all the sin, brokenness, and sorrow upon himself. All of it. And gave us hope. 

While I’m going to continue praying for God to put His love and compassion in my heart, I realize now the depth of Jesus’ love and compassion can probably never be housed in my humanity. But it starts with me loving the people Jesus has put in my life. And it starts with you loving the people in your life. We all have different people and different callings, yet the purpose is the same. Love one another. Share hope and the gospel. Show His love and compassion. 

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13

Surrender

May 25, 2020 

“If we stay in quarantine any longer, our economy and businesses will be ruined!”

“Coming out right now basically means you don’t even care about the elderly in our community.” 

“It’s all politics. A political game.”

Facts are thrown around with little foundational understanding. News differs depending on the channel. Very few of us possess the medical knowledge to understand the science behind it all. 

Coming out of this will inevitably spark emotions and opinions. The world hasn’t done this before. None of us have. Some may be anxious to be around anyone and will tiptoe out like a deer into an open field. Others have been raring to go and will charge out like a bull let loose from a pen. Some might be angry that we came out all too soon while others are mad that we didn’t come out soon enough.

It’s so easy to get caught up in our own opinions and get locked into a tunnel mindset. I see this often in myself. But that’s when God pulls me close to himself and shows me the world from his viewpoint. From there, I span out to see others and begin to understand His compassion. 

While my husband has been able to work from home, there are professions where this just isn’t possible. I need to pray for those struggling with job loss and unemployment.

While I’m plenty tired as a stay-at-home mom managing cooking, cleaning, schooling, and childcare, there are some doing all this and trying to work a job from home. I need to encourage others.

While it fills me with joy to see pictures of families taking time to be creative with their children, hiking outdoors, and connecting with each other, not all children experience love and care at home. I need to make intercession on their behalf. 

While I may wish for quiet in the middle of noisy rambunctious family life, there are those who are isolated and desperate for companionship. I need to reach out to the lonely. 

1 Peter 4:12-14 says, “Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you: But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.”

Our world is currently in a fiery trial, and many of us are pulsing with emotions and opinions. Certainly God gave us a mind to think and emotions to feel, but it’s the surrender of our will that allows God to work within this trial. The closer we get to God, the less we dwell on our emotions and opinions. In fact, we begin to dwell less on what others think as well. And it’s here, where we surrender and give God free reign that our thoughts align with his and our actions follow. And that’s when His compassion and love begin to channel through us to heal a hurting world. It took me a long time to realize that it is not what I can do for God, but it is my surrender that allows God to work. It’s a daily surrender that I don’t always get right, but the more I see how beautiful the work of God is, the easier the surrendering becomes. 

Let’s open God’s word and be drawn to Him. Let’s broaden our tunnel vision and see the world through His view. Let’s surrender so others can see the beauty of Christ in us.

A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. John 13: 34-35

Just a Glimpse

May 15, 2020 

As I look back through my camera roll, I realize our days are beautiful adventures. 

Yet, the still images only show a glimpse, and it is much louder and much more chaotic as we live it. 

There’s a picture of a studious little boy with his intent face as we learn a new concept during homeschool. But you don’t hear the wailing outside from the other two fighting over who has the most kid tattoos. 

There are snapshots of digging and working a garden, but you don’t witness the one sitting in a corner rubbing his teary eyes from falling over while shoveling or the crying from another as he got hit with a garden tool. In fact, we might have done more crying that day than gardening. 

There are lots of pictures taken in our pasture of goats and milk. In the photos, you don’t hear three boys crowding around asking to help milk at the same time. You don’t hear the goat chewing and trying to eat our hair and clothes, stamping her feet when the boys try to milk her, and the streaming milk spraying into the jars. 

There is at least one picture of a three year old wearing Christmas antlers in May, listening to a cup while eating a banana. But you can’t hear the ridiculous fun and laughter of these silly boys. 

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but I say life is the real blessing. It’s a whole lot messier than what a camera roll depicts and words describe and so much more deeply beautiful.

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Phil 4:6-7

A Prayer

April 22, 2020 

A prayer for our time….

Lord God, we come to you today heavy hearted with doubts, fears, and burdened. We have been shaken and unhinged. We hear from news sources, doctors, specialist, politicians, and don’t know who or what to believe. It scares us. Give us faith, Jesus. Let us look to you for our belief. 

We pray for healing. Not just healing of those sick with the virus, but healing of our families – healing of the broken – healing of the lost. Thank you, Jesus, that you are the author and finisher of our faith. We don’t have to figure it all out. 

We ask for freedom. Not just freedom from our quarantine, but freedom from addiction – freedom from the things that bind us spiritually – freedom from our depression and anxiety. We thank you that you give us freedom to love others, serve you, and have peace as we look to you even in despair. 

We pray for love. Not just love within our own families, but your love within us. Put your unfailing love in our hearts so we can share hope with our world. Let others see your compassion shining through us. 

We turn all our worries and brokenness over to you. We choose your rest. 

In peace we will lie down and sleep for you, Lord, keep us safe. ❤️

Head Egg Guy

April 18, 2020

I’m laughing now, but a few days ago it was no laughing matter. We had just pulled the gator into the garage from feeding goats and collecting chicken eggs. The hens had given us a particularly good yield with a nice collection of warm brown and pink eggs and a few muted blue ones. As I turned the gator off, I sounded orders that went something like this. “Everyone take off boots, wash hands, get a snack, and it’s rest time. Go straight into the house.”

Allen, my dear youngest, has taken quite an interest in being the Head Egg Guy. He’s in the three year old stage where he vehemently insists he can do everything himself whether it’s putting on his own socks, getting his own spoon at supper, or collecting his own chicken eggs. Most parents say their strong-willed children are destined to be future leaders, but my kid is already the Head Egg Guy so I’m not sure what his future holds.

Since assuming his new self-appointed position, we have had quite a few cracks and losses. But none can compare to what happened this particular day. Our Head Egg Guy insisted he was the man for the job of carrying the eggs into the house that afternoon. I agreed mostly because I didn’t have the energy to argue with a three year old. I headed straight into the house and thought the boys were following behind. I took off my overalls and was planning a shower when a screaming commotion erupted on the front porch. Wait, what? I know my kids are inside washing hands and preparing for rest time, so who on earth could be having a throw down screaming fit on the porch? It escalated to the point where I had no time for pants.

Let me just describe the scene: Emmett had broken raw eggs glopping through his fingers and was screaming, “Everett broke them all! Look what he did!” Everett was jumping up and down shouting, “I didn’t know! Allen left them there!” My Head Egg Guy at this point was nonchalantly claiming innocence with an air of superiority. Standing in the doorway with no pants and being the composed and dignified mother that I am, I joined in the yelling and started chunking the cracked dripping eggs off the front porch. The twins followed suit, and then my Head Egg Guy grabbed the few unbroken good eggs and threw them off the porch as well. In the end we may have lost all the eggs that day, but we learned some valuable lessons: Three year olds can’t do everything. People shouldn’t swing enthusiastically on a glider bench with a container of eggs. And most importantly, always keep pants on until kids are settled inside the house.

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Reminding Ourselves Who God is

April 7, 2020 

It is easy to get into a grievous mindset as we see brokenness and sickness in our world. Jesus knew this and that’s why he told us that we will have trouble. But he also told us to take heart; He has overcome the world. 

In all the Coronavirus chaos and setbacks and with all fear and uncertainty, we need to remind ourselves who God is. He isn’t rocked or shaken as we are. He is our Risen Lord who has conquered death. He is Jehovah who parted the Red Sea, sent manna from heaven, and kept his promises. He is the Old and New Testament God of miracles. He’s still the same God and hasn’t changed. Once we remind ourselves who He is, we can rejoice even in the midst of trouble.

Our Lives Change

Mar 21, 2020 

All of us are affected but not all in the same way. 

For some, everything has slowed. I pray that in the stillness, you discover how much you are loved by God. You. Yourself. It isn’t about others’ relationship with God. He wants to connect with you. And I hope that you have time to reflect on your faith and gain a renewed purpose. 

For others, the routine has vanished and the kids are in hyper mode. You see friends posting glorious daily schedules and pictures of crafty activities and outdoor fun, but you’re struggling. Let me just say, for every person who is sharing good things (And I love when families spread joy and awesome ideas!), there are many more who are struggling and not sharing their struggles online. You’re not alone. Seek God and receive his grace. If you’re feeling weak, He is strong. Realize that God doesn’t look for perfection. He is there waiting for us to rely on Him in our weakness. 

And some are tired and weary. You need a break and wish social distancing applied. But you are the front line and working more hours because your job is critical and necessary. You risk your own health as you sacrifice for others and disregard your own feelings as you push through. Take a breath and know that God sees every one of your efforts even when they aren’t noticed by others. 

And lastly, there are those whose livelihoods seem dangling over a precipice and there is so much doubt. You may already suffer with anxiety, and now it’s through the roof. Find rest, my friend. God is faithful, and he sees you. While everything may seem out of control, God isn’t shaken. Keep the faith even when you don’t understand. Hold to his promise that he’s working all things for good for those who love him. 

Life is a constant struggle, but it’s also a beautiful invitation to set aside the nonsense, find joy in the menial, and rest even in uncertainty. I pray that we come together trusting God with our future. Let’s encourage one another and rest in knowing He’s in control of every situation.