01 Aug

Homemade Candy

candy Hello Friends! My sons buddy is amazed, he says, "you make everything", yes I do, alot of things. When you lose your job and money is gone you get creative. Necessity is the mother of invention. These happen to be my go to energy snack. I found them in a magazine long ago and have tweaked them over the years. I am accountable for my body so I like to control ingredients. that said I take this a step farther and get pure organic oil and choose the cleanest products to create with for a better outcome. These are amazingly satisfying and have so much good for you in them it's hard to have any guilt eating them. The sea salt I get is himalayan and has health benefits of 84 trace minerals, that's exciting considering how empty table salt really is, it is void of anything beneficial. You can do so much with the sea salt, it can be used with lavender, epsom salt and baking soda for a relaxing detox bath, you can use it in a grinder on food and cook with it.  Any way you get it it is good. Locally Lilly Lane Health Food carries it, Sarah can be found Friday nights at the Gratz Crossroads sale just outside the auction room. She also has a store on Schaffer Road just off of Raker's Mill, near Elizabethville PA. I recently learned I can use it for nasal irrigation, Dr Mercola's expert advice for Allergies is always natural methods I can trust. My neti pot is my best ally toward clear sinuses. I swear by it. Small steps make big differences, learn a little every day over time your body will respond. We get one vessel to carry our souls around in, we may as well enjoy the ride. God's plan is awesome. I have never felt so at peace or happy in my life, could be the candy but is more just like raining blessings. Smile in the good seasons. Much love peeps, Marla
Homemade Candy
  • 1½ cups raw cashews
  • 1½ cups dates, pitted and chopped
  • ½ cup almond or peanut butter
  • ½ cup maple syrup
  • ½ cup coconut flour
  • ½ cup shredded coconut
  • ½ tsp almond extract
  • 1½ cups chocolate chips 60% cocao or higher
  • 1½ tbsp coconut oil
  • 1 tsp himalayan sea salt
  • ½ cup cacao nibs
  1. In food processor, grind the cashews to a fine meal, add coconut and coconut flour, mix well.
  2. Add dates, maple syrup, nut butter and extract and pulse to a sticky dough forms.
  3. Turn out onto parchment lined sheet forming a 1 inch thick rectangle with lightly damp fingertips. Freeze for 1 hour and then mix the chocolate chips and oil over a double boiler, spread over the nut mixture and sprinkle salt and cacao nibs on top. Then re-freeze for 4 hours.
  4. Cut into bars of desired size or bites and keep in fridge or freezer.


22 Jun

His Timing is Perfect


Today began like any other Monday. I roll out and look out the window at the just barely there light. I offer my first sleepy good morning to the Father and enter into my routines. Today though, it was about 10 minutes after he was out the door and I am done. Over the weekend my hubs “dots my I’s and crosses my T’s” , he keeps me moving and busy and lonely cannot creep in. I am once again alone with God and am in a funk. I cannot lie and today I am feeling distance, my weekends are double edged, I spend tons of QT with my man but my prayer life quiets somewhat.   I enter prayer to talk to God, things came up over the weekend and in the whirl of anniversary activity I was not offering my thoughts up as often. My habit of mindful behavior slips, I am human I know so I have to dust myself off and get back to it.

I had plans to visit my Amish friend Sarah and take photos for her new catalog that will digest the items she carries in her health products store. Not feeling the best and watching the clock I got into my devotional time and the conversation began, I can tell my Father anything and he bats no eyes. He knows full well that disobedience and lack of discipline combined are the world I grew up in. Boundaries did not exist and I have very bad habits that I pray about and ask for help with. One is bitterness and unforgiveness, the one I hold it against is myself. Self hatred, how many Christian kids raised in the church have self hate buried. Never good enough? Not quite holy enough? The rebel side called louder than the choir? I grew into an angry woman abused and with the pain of sexual impurity who drank her pain.  Church does not fix your kids for life.

Yes, I who preach love non stop struggle here. My knowledge of our sweet Saviour escaped me, I left off some where at He loved children, I hold on to things. Especially items of injustice, that creates a fire in me. My boss at the bank used to tell me every year at my evaluations that I needed to let go of certain things.  I hold too tightly, a little heavy on the passion. But in embracing my uniqueness I realize it makes me who I am. I learned from Lady that running free is not always best so when I get too heady I allow my Fathers word to put me back on track. I prayed again today about my self hate, left it all at the foot of the cross where I envision Jesus taking hits for my play time. Yes I am that serious about my relationship with God. I do not practice religion, this is my life.

I headed to Sarah’s store and after forgetting my phone then going back in for my purse, I get down the road and don’t recognize where I am. Memory issues, gotta love it, I think of calling her and rescheduling but am praying the entire time and I realize the nudges to quit today are not Him. So I continue on, wind in my hair I choose to embrace the unknown and just go where He sends me.

I am back home now and  He had gifts for me today, really nice ones.  His love was first.  It was poured out on me by Sarah, who took me into her home and as we arranged we talked. She has been my health coach for a few years now, helping me and even at one point giving me things to just try to help after I lost my job. Until we finished I was smiling, she had a hug and a book for me along with samples to try out for my blog in review here. I got in my truck and cried and just said “thank you Father, I feel it”. My next stop took me to the market and I saw my friend Susan, we share things in conversation when we see each other and I asked how her girls are. She is a foster mom to troubled girls and it is not easy, I do not think that most of the world knows what life is like for kids in the system. She shared with me some things and we talked about how hard it is to be a teen, let alone carry baggage from parents and possibly grandparents who neglect, abusers, unchecked health issues and host of other things that make their lives so hard. Children are the ambassadors to God’s kingdom, the rate  and ways in which we dispose of them as nusciances to our agendas is sickening to me. I crucify noone without myself included, been there, done that.  As I got in the truck to leave, I realized again there was my kick in the pants, my get back on track.

He says: Remember what your passion is and why you care about it so much, I am right here.  

Let me say this, the hand of God in my life has never been more apparent. He speaks to us so loudly sometimes but I fear we are not listening. My life was almost my own sacrifice, that is what happens to unresolved pain, the body just becomes sick under stress that is a killer.

I have learned that every single situation must be brought before our Heavenly Father with confidence in the name of Jesus Christ. How I wish I had put that into practice long ago, how I wish someone would have showed me a person alive in the Holy Spirit, I had a very passionate and courageous  spirit but took every single wrong turn, where were the Spirit Guides? Don’t burn me yet Salem, I was in churches the entire time, there was noone on fire there. I ended up in seances and so on, bad deal. I do not think that praents realize how off track a teenage can get. You can open your spirit to some horrible things that will stay with you forever and shape your life.

My mission is to awaken spirits, to speak God’s truth in my own words and maybe break down one wall or stronghold with my own transparency. I have a long list of things to avoid. The first I tell kids is booze, I know it is recreation to alot of adults and parents, I was one of them. I had to apologize to my children. When I realize that alcohol greased the skids to any inhibitions I had and gave my courageous heart away, I was repulsed. I cursed the person who introduced me to it and had to let go of anger there. Think, and pray for discernment.

My life had become a process of enlightenments but it is because I can no longer sleep. I can no longer see the pain in the word and do nothing. I have been to the edge and found my pulse again. Watch me go with God.

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
And where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker

Ephesians 1:18-19 18 I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the surpassing greatness of His power toward us who believe. These are in accordance with the working of the strength of His might.

Much love to all, Marla

17 Jun

Farmhouse Lemon Pudding


I happen to love lemons, I put one whole lemon in my green juice daily. My peels go into a jar with white vinegar to create my power cleaner, literally degreases everything. I let mine marinate for about a month. My gluten free, toxin free life also led me to pudding, lemon pudding that was a hit. I took a picture of my evening snack the other night and posted it to Facebook and the recipe was requested so I am obliging.

My kitchen evolved to one that cooks  with fresh things from our farm and local farmers who have animals that I do not, namely a milk cow but I want one. Just need the strength and energy to keep up with one and I don’t have it right now.

I recently found I have Hashimoto’s Thyroid on top of RA and Lyme and was instructed right away to go gluten free. I need to lean towards the Wahl’s Diet for autoimmune function as well as one gentle on my damaged gut that still struggles to heal. I am creating my own recipes in hopes that some of you with the same problems find ideas, I am always starving for them! I need new things to eat, I am a foodie that lives in this prison, not kidding. I am the gal who joked I could live on baked good and coffee, I love them both that much.

Sometimes I find a recipe that works, a new thing, I try not to duplicate the things I miss, I pretend they died. I have had decedence and loved many chocolate things and fondly recall our relationship but it is over.

On this recipe I am going to try honey next as the sweetener, I will keep you all posted. I used only about 1/4 cup sugar in mine, I steerr from too much, bad stuff but we do have to live. the land of complete deprivation is hell, I won’t lie to you..

That said, enter pudding. I can have pudding. Now so can you!

Much love,


Farmhouse Lemon Pudding
You will need a double boiler , nesting bowls and a fine mesh bag or sieve
  • 3 large fresh pastured egg yolks
  • ½ cup organic sugar
  • 3 tbsp. cornstarch or arrowroot
  • ¼ tsp. kosher salt
  • 2 cups, fresh raw milk
  • ½ cup lemon juice (fresh is best)
  • 2 tbsp, softened organic butter
  • Soft whipped cream
  • Fresh organic berry sauce
  1. Start a 2 qt double boiler, water in the bottom bring to a soft bill. Meanwhile whisk the egg yolks in a bowl and set aside. Whisk top of double boiler add sugar, cornstarch, and salt, add a little milk to make a paste then stir in the rest of the milk slowly. Whisk until it thickens and simmers, allow for 2 minutes scraping often.
  2. Remove top of boiler and take 1 cup of milk mixture and add to egg yolks. Mix well then add to top of boiler with remaining milk mix. Put back over heat and simmer again until it thickens, wisking very slowly to consistency of sour cream. Remove and add in lemon juice.
  3. You can strain in fine mesh to remove the liquids.
  4. In nesting bowls, make an ice water bath for the pudding to rest in, don't slosh water over the sides until it cools, stir gently if needed.
  5. Pour into individual bowls or single dish, cover the surface with saran wrap pressing against the pudding. (keeps from forming skin)
  6. Top it off with berry sauce and whipped cream~ enjoy


P.S. Here is a link to an awesome article about lemons too!


08 Jun

Growing Guts


Greetings peeps. It’s Monday, another week in this wonderful world begins, what are you going to do with it? Let’s talk changes, change is good, it is a catalyst for movement and I like things to keep moving. Performance driven to a fault but I like to track things, I found the value in lookbacks long ago.

I ran across a video last night of a Mom speaking about her now deceased son. His photo showed a camo hat and a sheepish smile, way to familiar for me. I often have spoken of the ordeal in removing my son from the “system” that fails and this story of bulling is one that never ceases to pull me from my mediocrity to listen closer. I have never really spoken about my own school experiences but have prayed and put the demons and ghosts those memories stirred up in their places.

By the 5th grade I had changed schools 3 times, I made it to Dalmatia Elementary long enough for half of 5th grade to be thrust into the world of middle school. Our house was very different from my peers homes. I had 57 year old parents at 13 and had moved 3 times, I was unsure of everything, naive and curious. We had no TV for years, never vacationed, grew and raised our own food, I wore hand-me downs and rummage sale clothes, was educated on rummage sale books, mysteries and fairy tales, we lived by the Bible, and I spent my free time with my neighbor who was like a gram to me. My summers I frolicked around in the pastures playing with cows, spun albums, read books in the sun and wore dresses and hats. I was the #1 fan of my Daddy, he was my idol and I was his shadow. When we lost our farm life turned very fast into small house and lots of free time and lots of distance. Our family began to fall down.
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My dad although we did not realize then was aging and slowing, mom was working and I began to have a  social life. I spent alot more time with other people and did not always meet acceptance. I was a new girl and things move alot differently for imports, and my story is not so much the kids, I hung out with boys (I still do), they were way cooler, I never got the prissy act. But the school, where the teachers all know each other and are homies, that was my bully.

I got bit by what was thought to be a spider in the summer of my 9th grade and my health struggled, I also met peer pressure then too. I began using alcohol to fit in by then too, so perhaps that was why I did not care that they would not help me. I had a socail life with by hangin out with my older sister and made mature friends. I was seeing doctors who were clueless, they had me on medications and I was very sick and very depressed, I began to do badly with my grades. I was an individual, not a follower, never an A student but I was a good student and obeyed in school.  I remember though missing a birthday party for a girl at that time and I was absent. So to punish me they smeared cake all over the inside of my locker, my books, my things. I remember being on my knees in the hall, crying and cleaning it and being laughed at. I don’t remember alot from that time except how unwanted I felt. My parents were scared and really there was not alot of help, the doctor even wrote a letter to the principal, my Dad went in many times and met with him face to face. A brick wall of no is what they got. I was struggling, trying to go, ending up in the nurse and going home, my Dad asked them to help us, they said no and he signed me out to enroll me in home school.

His story was peers with black on their souls, mine adults who were ruthless and not compassionate, either way, not cool. Who gives one person the right to look upon another and make any judgement about who they are? I love the position of one man on this, my best friend Jesus.

He was unapologetically an individual, after all there is no other Son of God. He was an man who was realized and lived with a clear and focused intention, to love. He walked among the commons, something out culture has long forgotten and He reached for the cast offs. I sit and just read the book of John at times to walk beside Him for just the afternoon, to hear what He said, to watch His ways with people. He is awesome, so much love and wisdom. He pointed at liars and frauds with his words, he understood we have to sacrifice for others. This changes us into humans that look like Him.

I was born without bias, I simply never knew it. I thought everyone was the same. It has been not an easy experience here on earth for me. Yes I speak as a traveler, a visitor here, and yes I am. I have always known I am not meant to stay here and have always had the sense that human beings will do themselves in. So by the time I reached 47 and life had fallen apart it was really not hard for the Heavenly Father to convice me that He was indeed very real and it was I that had wandered away from Him, He is as He was when I was 10 and my mind unencumbered.

At this point I am no more popular, actually less. My ways, my words, my ideals, my crazy love for God is not trendy. But I have learned, oh have I learned about how the human race falls down on this daily. Parents, yes I speak to you, racism, gender bias, bashing anyone different, is all learned behavior. I never saw my parents hate, they were not perfect, they made mistakes and none of it matters, what matters is me and how I act. So today I have no hate, even for those who heap it upon me, it is foreign to my human character. I was made for love and that is what I will do.

I had to learn how to love myself again, when you chase grace and fall flat your vessel can take some dings. Add high heels and vodka and scars happen, we don’t go there anymore.

When I did, you know begin to love me,  suddenly other peoples opinions melted, fear melted, shame melted. God gave me this beautiful thing named Terry, he drilled it for years, “Marla, they don’t matter” he is an angel in training, I married him  nine years ago, next week is our anniversary.

I want every kid to know this, from one ugly duckling, (which along with Charlottles Web was one of my favorite stories), to another… Don’t listen to the haters.

When you were little, before the voices began to tell you how to do things and what to say, who were you? Old souls just happen, they are the golden lining to life.  I pray for the underdogs, the cast offs, the one who feels like less than acceptable. God made you with a purpose, but He doesn’t tell us what that is. The world says it is cool to fit in but God wants you to stand out.

Brave warrior, courageous soul, be strong little flock. Dare to be different, be an personality of your own. Ask God to help you discern your gifts and read the Bible, I promise you it will come alive. No interperetor needed, just show up, shut up and ask to be taught. You must believe though and live upright, be above reproach. That means we wear the shoes of peace and forgiveness is our crown.

Ragamuffin hearts we are, tattered and worn but the Healer has the balm, He waits for you.

Psalms 147:3 NKJV) He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds.radically loved


Much love…Marla