Goosebumps....

On Monday my day was completely out of sorts.....  At work I had unforseen deadlines and had to work an extra hour to finish, I had to pick Divan up from hockey practice which ended 1/2 an hour later than expected.  Dylan had to be fetched from the house where he would be house sitting which is right on the other side of where I had to fetch Divan from - in peak hour traffic on Malibongwe drive.

Needless to say, we only arrived home at 18h30.  Luckily my wonderful husband had already cooked the macaroni and fried the bacon for the evenings supper of macaroni and cheese.  I only had to make the cheese sauce and put everything together.  I must be honest and say that I did not have the energy to do anything special, and was about to make a slap dash white sauce when I realised that my men were starving and they deserved nothing less than my best - even if it was only going to be macaroni and cheese.

I melted the butter and added the flour, then the milk bit by bit and whisked up a frenzy to ensure that there were no lumps.  Then added the salt and freshly ground black pepper with a dash of paprika and lots and lots of cheese.  Waited for it to thicken then added the fried bacon and poured everything over the macaroni.  Stirred it together and dished up.

The boys were absolutely famished and started eating straight away.  Dylan took his first bite, then another and looked at me:  "Mom, this is so good."  He pushed up his jersey sleeve and showed me.  "Look, I've got goosebumps!!"

That's the best compliment I have EVER had about my food!

Be strong...

I really missed my mother in law this past weekend - not only because it was Easter weekend and I just know she would have invited us for lunch on Sunday serving chicken and mushroom pie, beans and potatoes mashed with lots of pepper, sweet pumpkin and sticky rice.  (I can smell the different aromas that used to tantalise my nose when I opened the front door to her home.)  I also missed her because I needed her.  I needed her wisdom and her encouragement.  I needed her to tell me (yet again) that things aren't always as bad as they seem. 
When the boys were younger, I felt 'big'.  I felt half in control, that everything can be dealt with by using good organisational skills and a 'to do' list.  Then as they started getting older, I started feeling smaller, half out of control.....  Ma Helen had 4 boys and always seemed in control.  Nothing got her down. 
Now my boys tower above me in stature and in personality and I must say that I sometimes feel overwhelmed.  I don't know how to deal with many of the situations that are sent my way.  Organisational skills and to do lists don't work anymore.....  I have to rely on the foundation I gave them when they were still small and I was 'tall'.
I needed Ma Helen this weekend to say "You think that things are all topsy turvey because you are seeing it through your eyes, but God is looking at the situation through His eyes, and everything is on track."  He dreamt about each of my sons before they were born.  He has a plan for each one of them, and I must have faith in Him.  And when things get really tough? "Be strong.  God has promised He will never let you go through more than you can handle."