Little Sprouts of all Kinds

Isaiah 61: 11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations.

Yesterday I went to the concordance to see what Scripture said about sprouts. Isaiah 61 spoke to my heart in more ways than about my sprout project. If you need a reminder of where the Lord stands on Justice, read the entire chapter. I’m so thankful that He is in control and that even when our world seems to be in chaos, nothing surprises God and He’s already working ahead of the situation to provide for His Children. Praise Him!

But back to my sprout project: over Christmas when the Rohrer Fam got together, I was supposed to bring toppings for a salad bar. I remembered my mom‘s little container of organic alfalfa sprouts seeds sitting in a forgotten spot in the cupboard. So we did a little bit of research to resurrect the art and I’ve been growing sprouts 1000 mile an hour ever since. 😂

It’s super simple.

Soak a Tablespoon of seeds in a glass jar of cold water for about 8 hours. (Cover the jar with something breathable/drainable like cheese cloth)

Drain and place jar on its side in a cool, dark spot. (Or sit it on the cabinet with a tea towel over it)

Rinse with warmish water multiple times a day. 2 times is good, 4 or 5 times is best. Drain after each rinse.

Several days later (like 4 or 5) once the sprouts have reached desired length, place them in the sunshine for the chlorophyll process to take place. Or if you don’t mind eating washed out sprouts just use them as is.

Store them in the fridge in an air tight container.

Repeat. 😂

But seriously, we’ve been enjoying them on salads and Sweet Lebanon Bologna sandwiches and everything in between.



Bonus Pic:

Em: cute outfits, where are they from?

Jul: I ordered them online for the boys to wear on their first Sunday to church when they were newborn. All I know is that Chinese must have big babies.

Sharp dressed little sprouts

Deb is back at Berea teaching school 2 afternoons a week, so Mother and I have been enjoying the chance to hang out with Sweet Baby A. He’s a young sprout, but not a very little one 😂 it won’t be long until he’s caught up with Uriah ❤️

Allll the Handmade Gifts

I don’t know if it was because of the slower pace last year, or what, but Christmas 2020 ended up being a lot about handmade gifts.

Some I knew plenty about:

Like this quilt that I made for Ben.

Years ago, I had the patches half done when a number of unfortunate events resulted in water spilled on a few of the unfinished patches and magically erased the blue marking on them. So I shelved them in despair.

Long story short, my mom encouraged me to pull them out and with a few hours of concentration, I was back in business, with the deadline of Christmas 2020 looming ahead.

A neighbor machine quilted it for me, and I was pretty excited about Christmas.

Grammy made the boys each an activity book. She spent hours creating each page with love.

It was fun to watch their reactions. It’s definitely a little over their heads now, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before they are “reading” away.

Aunt Jul gave Alexander one of her famous handmade bears. She puts a music box inside him, so he sings. I know Baby A will love it.

Another project I was slightly involved with is Ben’s railroad spike project.

I spent a fair amount of time on an old abandoned railroad last summer in quest of discarded spikes.

Pretty tickled the end results of his surprise for his nieces and nephews too 🥰

And the handmade gift that I knew nothing about:

Julia had my name in our family exchange and she made me a wood box out of a wooden bed. I’m so pleased with it 🥰

I’m also pleased with the little beavers inside the box, but I’m not allowed to keep them 😂

I love how handmade gifts reflect unique talents. And it’s pretty neat how much of that came out in Christmas 2020.

Wishing you the deep calm assurance that God is working ahead of us in 2021.

Happy New Year,