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Rachel Maier

I'm Rachel, a Gluten Free girl. That's Joey (he calls me Scratch). We have three kids (we calls them the Goobies). We love Jesus. We're a food allergy family. We choose joy. I write about it all.

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Our lettuce is gone 😢 But we’ve got a ton of cabbage. And shredded cabbage + leftover grilled cilantro lime chicken + cilantro lime sauce/almond butter/ Trader Joe’s Green dragon sauce (and a little bit of this and that) = leftover magic. How are you transforming leftovers these days?

Coffee, yes. Mercy, more. Because yesterday was hard and all my mistakes want to follow me into today. But God’s mercy is already there—here—waiting to greet me. New mercies, freshly brewed every morning. Not because I’m good but because He is faithful. My mistakes fade in morning light as I drink deep of it—of Him—the Lord, my portion, and I am filled with hope to face the day. “But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will hope in Him.” Lamentations 3:21-24

The Goobies are always hungry and they’re constantly ransacking the pantry. But I don’t worry because I know this: when resources dwindle, creativity grows. Read more about how stretching food is an act of faith, and grab one of our all-time favorite family recipes: Hawaiian Pizza Pasta, today on the blog. Link in profile.

Hi friend 💗 How’s Friday treating you? This week was hard. I cried a whole lot. (You too?) But there were lots of good things that happened too. Life is so much bigger than any one hard moment and I want to be present to all of them. Good and hard, both. Because if I’m learning anything this week, it’s this: life really is short, and today gives a gift tomorrow can’t promise. It’s called now. I promise today is a gift to you too. You’re breathing and your heart is beating and if you’re reading this right now, know this: God loves you—He always has—and while so much change swirls around you, that love never will. I know because God says so, and I trust Him. I see it in the ways He moves among us, more powerful than any virus. His crown is higher, and His love encircles me—encircles us—even as our circles shrink. In my small circle Joey still calls me Scratch. The Goobies still gather at the table. God still feeds me truth while I spend time in the kitchen. And so, I write. About all of it, because we’re all hungry for the hope God wants to feed us. Same blog, new name: www.RachelMaierWrites.com 💗

My kids are endlessly creative. Harry Potter drawn by Addie. In the background: Mia & Emery created a royal bed on the laundry rack. These are the days. 💗

The veggies in my fridge are starting to sag. Maybe yours are too? It’s spring but winter won’t let go. Seeds we planted a week ago haven’t sprouted yet, which isn’t surprising. But a peek of the promise of a garden full of veggies would do this girl some good. Yesterday was hard. This pasta helped. It used up bits and pieces of veggies left in the fridge and fed my color-starved soul with promises that new things are on the way. The best part about it? It’s easy, flexible, and accessible. The sort of allergy-friendly cooking that feels like normal food. (Hint: because it is.) Joey helped cook it. The Goobies asked for seconds. And it was fast to pull together, friends. I needed that. If you need an easy dinner idea that transforms a few sad veggies into a promise of good things to come, try this 💗 Pasta Primavera: 1 pound angel hair pasta 1 1/2 pounds grilled chicken (from the freezer or freshly grilled) 1 zucchini, thinly sliced 1 sweet bell pepper, sliced 1 cup Steamed broccoli (leftovers work!) 1 medium carrot, peeled and sliced into thin coins 2 T minced garlic Sauce: 1/2 cup olive oil 1/2 cup red wine vinegar 1 T lemon juice 1 teaspoon dry Italian seasoning 1/4 teaspoon salt, plus more to taste Method: Cook angel hair pasta according to package instructions. Drain, then toss with some olive oil to keep the noodles from sticking together. Set aside. Next, heat a few glugs of olive oil over medium heat. Add garlic and sauté until fragrant, about 1 minute. Add sliced carrots and cook another minute or two. Toss in remaining veggies, grilled chicken, and pour vinaigrette over everything. Cook, stirring as you go, like you’re stir frying Italian-style. Once veggies are crisp tender, toss everything over angel hair pasta (or spoon some over GF twisty noodles, like I did. We’re flexible around here.)

Teachers are heroes for so many reasons. This is one of them. Parading through the neighborhood, honking horns with smiling faces and waving with windows rolled down to shout love to our kids. To their kids. I may have cried 😭💗 (which is why this picture doesn’t show much. I was busy waving and wiping tears, both.) The Goobies are nervous about all of this stuff. Worried about their teachers and friends and neighbors — and this helped. It helped a lot. The little things really are the biggest things after all.

KC joins “stay-at-home” status tonight at midnight. On the 24th day of the month. A few days ago while we were watching change become constant, God woke me with a whisper after a night of praying, “What’s next?” Haggai, He said. Haggai is a small book: the story is short but the impact is immense. It’s a story of a time God urged his people—the ones who knew him and loved him—to focus again on building his temple. They had been discouraged in their work on it and had given up for awhile, focused instead on their own agenda. Planting seeds. Building communities. Securing their homes. When they did that, things fell apart for awhile. Food was in short supply. People were sick. On the 24th day of the month, through Haggai, God urged them to pause their agenda and promote His by building His house. And He promised blessing would follow. People listened. They were eager for healing and restoration, and they wanted to please God. So they set got to work. Like so many of you I’ve been preoccupied with my house: my cupboards, my supplies, my kids, my future. But this week as our community walks farther into the unknown, I am listening to the voice that urges me to build His house, not mine—even in the middle of hardship. Because His house is where my home really is anyway. There’s blessing on the other side of obedience, and I don’t know about you but that’s where I want to end up when all of this is over. “‘Work, for I am with you,’ declares the Lord of hosts, according to the covenant I made with you when you left Egypt. ‘My spirit remains in your midst. Fear not.’” Haggai 2:4-5

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