"Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory." - Psalms 73:23-24
Have you ever had a problem that just baffles you? You know there is something wrong and no matter what you do, you just can't figure out how to fix it or where to turn. And then, in an instant, you pursue a totally different path and things just start easily falling into place. You experience a sense of peace and you think, "Man, I am so smart. I am so glad I followed my intuition, my gut feeling was so right." You give yourself a little pat on the back.
Are we giving credit where credit is due? Have we miraculously gained intelligence? Or is something else at play here, something outside of us?
I had this experience a few months ago. Kate was exceptionally irritable and disobedient, and we felt like we had tried everything. We had taken away toys, yelled, taken away story time, stripped her room, spanked her bottom, put her in timeout, threatened to pull her out of her favorite activities. Nothing seemed to make an impression. She would be sad, and then she would do it again. One day, when I was about to flip my lid, a little thought popped into my head.
"What about positive reinforcement?"
What? Where did that come from? It was so completely opposite of my frame of mind, it literally stopped me in my tracks. I was in the process of going up the stairs to strip her room for the umpteenth time, and I turned around, picked up my crying, angry, upset three year old, put her in my lap and hugged her until we both calmed down. And that was the turning of a page.
I think these moments of divine intervention come from us being at our wit's end, knowing we can't keep following the current path. If we see our little ones about to fall, we reach down and grab them, pulling them out of danger. God sees us struggling and reaches out, giving us guidance, comfort, peace or passion. The Amy Grant song, "Better Than a Hallelujah," illustrates this so well, "We pour out our miseries, God just hears a melody. Beautiful, the mess we are, the honest cries of breaking hearts are better than a hallelujah." God hears these cries and helps us through these low times.
Be vigilant. The words that you hear in the midst of the chatter of life can be coming from you, your friends, or maybe "experts." Your thoughts could be influenced by negativity, which comes from Satan, or they could be positive, which obviously comes from God. We sometimes overlook or overthink these little flashes of wisdom, or we ignore them and give in to our temper. Listen for that still, small voice.
My Aunt Sallie, who is an amazing woman, mother, and minister, takes opportunities to "unplug." She has a busy life with an active church, six children ranging in age from 25 to 4, and a heart split on two continents, one-half in her community and one-half in Burundi. She deserves downtime, don't we all! She will take a cup of tea, go to a quiet bench in the park, leave her phone in the car, and just be. She doesn't really think about things, she just is. This time for herself is time alone with God.
Maybe you can't take an hour, maybe you can only take five minutes. Be still yourself, clear thoughts of daily responsibilities, feelings of guilt or negativity away, and just listen.
Habakkuk 2:1 says, "I will stand at my watch and station myself on the ramparts; I will look to see what he will say to me, and what answer I am to give to this complaint."
How does God speak to you? Is it a sudden thought? Do you hear actual words or just feel compelled into action?
Dear God, we thank You for Your guidance and for hearing our cries. Please help us follow You and thank You for the many blessings that we have been given. In Your Holy Name we pray, amen.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
For Those Of Us Who Are Always Right
"Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ." - Ephesians 5:21
This weekend I had the pleasure of driving during five o'clock traffic in North Dallas. At the busy interchange of George Bush Turnpike and the North Dallas Tollway, the east and westbound traffic coming from the Turnpike come together before entering the Tollway. At the junction where these two groups meet is a yellow road sign with two conjoined arrows and the word, "Merge."
And the amazing thing is, mostly everyone did. Here in Houston, there would probably have been some serious road rage going on, but the commuters yielded to one another, kept the flow of traffic moving, and the collective blood pressure relatively low. Occasionally, someone would not want to yield to the other lane, but for the most part, everyone took turns. Incredible.
Submission is not a comfortable state for most of us. We do not want to be in a position of submission, we want to be in a position of power. We do not want to find ourselves suddenly having to answer for what we have done. Sometimes this means breaking the rules or ignoring directions.
God's directions and rules are about as blatant as a yellow and black road sign that says, "MERGE." There they all are in black and white, and yet we question them and place our own translation on them. We push the limits, we toe the line. Then our hearts ask us, "What do you think you are doing?!"
We are human, imperfect, selfish. We see the word, "SUBMIT" and we think of servitude. But in this relationship with each other, we are to submit, not in the spirit of obedience, but by yielding to one another. It keeps us moving. It prevents deadlock.
How many times have I found myself resisting submission? In my relationships with friends, I have had times when I refuse to see their point of view, and eventually, sadly, the friendship is lost. In a battle of wills with my two year old, I find myself in a competition to see who can yell the loudest. Not very productive! And don't get me started on what happens when an immoveable mass marries an unstoppable force.
How is this life sustaining? How can this constant turmoil be good for me, for my family? Our stubborn natures collide, we find ourselves in a stalemate, and nothing is accomplished.
James 3:17-18 says, "But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness."
This sounds like the description of my adored kindergarten teacher, Ms. Jana Harkins, or my sweet Nanny, Beth. How did they get there? They learned to MERGE. They learned to pick their battles. We are on our way, we are just not quite there yet. Each day is a new opportunity for us to sow in peace.
Dear God, please help us to be peacemakers in our homes. Help us yield our stubborn natures so that we may have spirit of submission in honor of you. AMEN!
This weekend I had the pleasure of driving during five o'clock traffic in North Dallas. At the busy interchange of George Bush Turnpike and the North Dallas Tollway, the east and westbound traffic coming from the Turnpike come together before entering the Tollway. At the junction where these two groups meet is a yellow road sign with two conjoined arrows and the word, "Merge."
And the amazing thing is, mostly everyone did. Here in Houston, there would probably have been some serious road rage going on, but the commuters yielded to one another, kept the flow of traffic moving, and the collective blood pressure relatively low. Occasionally, someone would not want to yield to the other lane, but for the most part, everyone took turns. Incredible.
Submission is not a comfortable state for most of us. We do not want to be in a position of submission, we want to be in a position of power. We do not want to find ourselves suddenly having to answer for what we have done. Sometimes this means breaking the rules or ignoring directions.
God's directions and rules are about as blatant as a yellow and black road sign that says, "MERGE." There they all are in black and white, and yet we question them and place our own translation on them. We push the limits, we toe the line. Then our hearts ask us, "What do you think you are doing?!"
We are human, imperfect, selfish. We see the word, "SUBMIT" and we think of servitude. But in this relationship with each other, we are to submit, not in the spirit of obedience, but by yielding to one another. It keeps us moving. It prevents deadlock.
How many times have I found myself resisting submission? In my relationships with friends, I have had times when I refuse to see their point of view, and eventually, sadly, the friendship is lost. In a battle of wills with my two year old, I find myself in a competition to see who can yell the loudest. Not very productive! And don't get me started on what happens when an immoveable mass marries an unstoppable force.
How is this life sustaining? How can this constant turmoil be good for me, for my family? Our stubborn natures collide, we find ourselves in a stalemate, and nothing is accomplished.
James 3:17-18 says, "But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness."
This sounds like the description of my adored kindergarten teacher, Ms. Jana Harkins, or my sweet Nanny, Beth. How did they get there? They learned to MERGE. They learned to pick their battles. We are on our way, we are just not quite there yet. Each day is a new opportunity for us to sow in peace.
Dear God, please help us to be peacemakers in our homes. Help us yield our stubborn natures so that we may have spirit of submission in honor of you. AMEN!
Monday, September 12, 2011
A Father's Love
"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." - Zephaniah 3:17
The image I have in my mind when I read this scripture is that of a big, strong father holding his newborn child. The child is upset, the father is soothing the child patiently and gazing at this tiny, angry bundle with absolute adoration.
Infinite patience, immeasurable love, complete joy.
My patience is never what I want it to be. I was always asking God for help with patience until I read an article in which the mother being interviewed said that when we pray for patience, God gives us situations in which we can practice our patience. Not exactly what I was asking for! I have found myself to be more patient as the years pass, so maybe by the time I'm 70, I will have the patience required to raise a family! But patience is a kind of faith. It is faith that the next moment can be better than this one, and so if we can hold on just one more moment, and then another, then we may experience the patience we have asked for.
Our love for our children can be overwhelming. I remember looking at Kate as a newborn and feeling like my heart had grown too big for my chest. I just loved this little wonder so much, it didn't seem possible that there was room in my heart for anything else. And then Brooke came along and there was even more! I think of my own mother and father, who love me, but still fail me at times. We are told that as much as we love our children, God loves us even more. How comforting to know that even when our parents are incapable of soothing our hurts, God's love will sustain us.
We sing a lot at our house and we always have. My mom made up little songs all the time about whatever we were doing, and I have done the same thing with my girls. Now Kate does it, too. We just love to sing! When we find ourselves singing is usually when we are at our happiest. Reading that God rejoices over me with singing again brings to mind the delighted parent, just pleased as punch with His beautiful children. He watches us with delight as we make our way through life and sings at the moments when we bring Him joy, when we are living our lives to His glory and raising our children to follow Him.
"I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." - Ephesians 3:16-19
What makes you sing? How can you be an example of God's love in the life of someone who needs it? What can you do to be more patient with your spouse, your children, or yourself?
The image I have in my mind when I read this scripture is that of a big, strong father holding his newborn child. The child is upset, the father is soothing the child patiently and gazing at this tiny, angry bundle with absolute adoration.
Infinite patience, immeasurable love, complete joy.
My patience is never what I want it to be. I was always asking God for help with patience until I read an article in which the mother being interviewed said that when we pray for patience, God gives us situations in which we can practice our patience. Not exactly what I was asking for! I have found myself to be more patient as the years pass, so maybe by the time I'm 70, I will have the patience required to raise a family! But patience is a kind of faith. It is faith that the next moment can be better than this one, and so if we can hold on just one more moment, and then another, then we may experience the patience we have asked for.
Our love for our children can be overwhelming. I remember looking at Kate as a newborn and feeling like my heart had grown too big for my chest. I just loved this little wonder so much, it didn't seem possible that there was room in my heart for anything else. And then Brooke came along and there was even more! I think of my own mother and father, who love me, but still fail me at times. We are told that as much as we love our children, God loves us even more. How comforting to know that even when our parents are incapable of soothing our hurts, God's love will sustain us.
We sing a lot at our house and we always have. My mom made up little songs all the time about whatever we were doing, and I have done the same thing with my girls. Now Kate does it, too. We just love to sing! When we find ourselves singing is usually when we are at our happiest. Reading that God rejoices over me with singing again brings to mind the delighted parent, just pleased as punch with His beautiful children. He watches us with delight as we make our way through life and sings at the moments when we bring Him joy, when we are living our lives to His glory and raising our children to follow Him.
"I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." - Ephesians 3:16-19
What makes you sing? How can you be an example of God's love in the life of someone who needs it? What can you do to be more patient with your spouse, your children, or yourself?
New Day
I'm writing devotionals for my mom's group at church, probably for the next month. It has been my creative outlet and I am learning more about my faith as I write. Here's yesterday's:
"Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland." - Isaiah 43:18-19
Today is an important day in our nation. We remember the events of September 11, 2001 and all of the destruction that has occurred as a result of those terrorist attacks. We should never forget the people who died that day nor the heroism of the victims and the survivors. Their names will be written in history books.
But that's not really what inspired this devotional. The past that I'm dwelling on today was stirred up by a picture of a wedding in Austin this weekend.
A man I have known since we were four years old (which is really weird considering I have a four year old!) got married yesterday, and his wedding was attended by several other people that I have known for most of my life. They took a picture of this group at the reception and posted it on Facebook. Ah, Facebook, the perpetual high school reunion.
Looking at this picture, I suddenly had these thoughts of, "What might have happened if..." If I had dated that one boy, even though my so called friends would have made fun of me. If I had gone to a different college. If I had stayed working with this group of people instead of moving on to a different job that summer, maybe I would have been in that picture.
It can be dangerous to dwell on the past. If this, then that, but where do we end up? If that terrorist had missed that flight, then what? If I had gone to a different college, then what?
This is an age old concept, the idea of the road not taken. The problem with the "road not taken" exercise when you are married with children is that it erases those faces. And who am I if I am not Tommy's wife and Kate and Brooke's mother?
The reality is that the hypothetical "road not taken" doesn't exist. We live at the intersection of Destiny Road and Free Will Avenue. The choices we make along the way dictate the life we live, but God's role shouldn't be ignored. He wants us to look to the future, not to the past, no matter if it is a past filled with happiness and promise or a past filled with sadness and regret.
Jeremiah 29:11-13 says, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."
So God doesn't want us living this life that He has given us with one foot in the present and one in the past. He wants us living in today and seeking Him! We need to let go of the "what if" and the "I wish" so that we can truly seek God with all our heart and receive the blessings that He has shared with us.
What are you grateful for in your life today? What choices can you make today to have a positive impact on your family's future? What things in the past can you let go of so that you can start seeking God with all of your heart?
"Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland." - Isaiah 43:18-19
Today is an important day in our nation. We remember the events of September 11, 2001 and all of the destruction that has occurred as a result of those terrorist attacks. We should never forget the people who died that day nor the heroism of the victims and the survivors. Their names will be written in history books.
But that's not really what inspired this devotional. The past that I'm dwelling on today was stirred up by a picture of a wedding in Austin this weekend.
A man I have known since we were four years old (which is really weird considering I have a four year old!) got married yesterday, and his wedding was attended by several other people that I have known for most of my life. They took a picture of this group at the reception and posted it on Facebook. Ah, Facebook, the perpetual high school reunion.
Looking at this picture, I suddenly had these thoughts of, "What might have happened if..." If I had dated that one boy, even though my so called friends would have made fun of me. If I had gone to a different college. If I had stayed working with this group of people instead of moving on to a different job that summer, maybe I would have been in that picture.
It can be dangerous to dwell on the past. If this, then that, but where do we end up? If that terrorist had missed that flight, then what? If I had gone to a different college, then what?
This is an age old concept, the idea of the road not taken. The problem with the "road not taken" exercise when you are married with children is that it erases those faces. And who am I if I am not Tommy's wife and Kate and Brooke's mother?
The reality is that the hypothetical "road not taken" doesn't exist. We live at the intersection of Destiny Road and Free Will Avenue. The choices we make along the way dictate the life we live, but God's role shouldn't be ignored. He wants us to look to the future, not to the past, no matter if it is a past filled with happiness and promise or a past filled with sadness and regret.
Jeremiah 29:11-13 says, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."
So God doesn't want us living this life that He has given us with one foot in the present and one in the past. He wants us living in today and seeking Him! We need to let go of the "what if" and the "I wish" so that we can truly seek God with all our heart and receive the blessings that He has shared with us.
What are you grateful for in your life today? What choices can you make today to have a positive impact on your family's future? What things in the past can you let go of so that you can start seeking God with all of your heart?
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Gratitude
Things I am happy about today:
1. We got some rain yesterday! Almost an inch and a half, we'll take it!
2. I'm not on any thyroid meds and haven't been for over a month. Still feeling better than fine and no more weird heart palpitations, thank you very much.
3. Kate started preschool 4's yesterday, she is going three days a week. Love getting back into the groove.
4. Caught up on laundry.
5. Still (mostly) under budget.
6. Looking forward to Randy and Jody's wedding on Saturday and the boys' birthday Saturday morning. The I-35 crawl, not so much, but we do what we have to do!
7. Very grateful for a supportive and loving husband.
8. Got to snooze with Kate for about 30 minutes during nap time. I woke up and she was pressed against me like she did when she was teeny tiny. Total time warp, I couldn't figure out when she got so big.
9. Brookie fell asleep by herself for naptime today and slept almost three hours. But only after "reading" her favorite books to me. Best part of my job.
XXXOOO,
Lindsay
1. We got some rain yesterday! Almost an inch and a half, we'll take it!
2. I'm not on any thyroid meds and haven't been for over a month. Still feeling better than fine and no more weird heart palpitations, thank you very much.
3. Kate started preschool 4's yesterday, she is going three days a week. Love getting back into the groove.
4. Caught up on laundry.
5. Still (mostly) under budget.
6. Looking forward to Randy and Jody's wedding on Saturday and the boys' birthday Saturday morning. The I-35 crawl, not so much, but we do what we have to do!
7. Very grateful for a supportive and loving husband.
8. Got to snooze with Kate for about 30 minutes during nap time. I woke up and she was pressed against me like she did when she was teeny tiny. Total time warp, I couldn't figure out when she got so big.
9. Brookie fell asleep by herself for naptime today and slept almost three hours. But only after "reading" her favorite books to me. Best part of my job.
XXXOOO,
Lindsay
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The pros and cons of being a (mostly) gluten free family
I am not an optimist. I typically see the worst in situations and have to be led by the nose to find the silver lining. It took being married to my wonderful, "the world is black and white," no-nonsense engineer who keeps me on the straight and narrow for me to see that about myself. It is not always a good quality to have, unless you just like being negative and cynical, and it is not one that I plan to pass along to my girls.
Which is why I like them to watch movies like Mary Poppins and Annie and want someone to add Pollyanna to our collection. Good birds, those three.
Anywho, I get frustrated with the whole gluten free thing occasionally, and so I wanted to write this out to have for myself and for anyone else struggling with the same thoughts. Because sometimes us perfectionists make it all look really easy. But it's not.
Pros:
1. We have two healthy, happy children, one of whom just happens to have Celiac disease.
2. We all pay more attention to what is going into our bodies than we did before.
3. Eating food is less of a pastime for us.
4. We are more involved in the planning and preparing of food, which has made me a better cook. And most of what we eat is homemade, from scratch, minimally processed, etc. So I feel more connected to what I am feeding my family.
5. I have become better friends with people in the gluten free (and other allergen free) community whom I may not have otherwise.
6. It has made me see my child differently, and appreciate her more as an individual than I did before.
7. I spend more time at home, and less money at restaurants or on fast food.
8. I found out that I do have the gene, which is good to know for later on in life if I develop symptoms.
9. Kate is more invested in what she is eating, she doesn't just blindly put food into her mouth. She asks if everything and every restaurant and every person is also gluten free.
10. Those of us in our family who can still eat gluten are able to appreciate things like a soft hamburger or hotdog bun or a breakfast taco on a flour tortilla. It's the little things.
Cons:
1. I'm constantly scrutinizing Kate's poop and how her tummy feels/sounds.
2. Kate has learned to tell people that things she doesn't want to eat are not gluten free, even if they are (i.e. cantaloupe, watermelon).
3. It can be expensive, especially when you ruin an entire batch of baking by leaving out or adding too much xanthan gum. (Curse you, xanthan gum! Thank you for your existence, but curse you for being expensive and necessary to every baked good I now make!)
4. No more Chick Fil A playdates. This could also be a pro.
5. Church communion: some people intinct their bread, which leaves huge floating chunks of bread in the wine. Not GF. We'll figure that out, minor hiccup.
6. When Kate does get "glutened" or is just not feeling well, I feel like I have failed to protect her. Even though my logical self knows that it happens and I am doing my best, I still beat myself up.
7. No convenience meals, pretty much ever.
8. Visiting out of town family overnight is a HUGE undertaking. Planning ahead, packing food and cooking implements, making sure their not gluten-free houses are safe for Kate. Which, I'm sure, is not fun for them either when I come into their house and tell them what to do.
9.Trying not to hurt people's feelings when I explain the disease and they don't understand that it's not just that she can't eat wheat. And that just because something says gluten free doesn't really mean that it is. Which makes me look like a lunatic. And that having a gluten free menu at a restaurant does not necessarily mean it is safe. Which makes me look like a control freak. Worrying what other people think is exhausting, maybe I should stop?
10. I can't think of one right now, maybe I'm tipped over a little to the optimist side. Is it possible?
Which is why I like them to watch movies like Mary Poppins and Annie and want someone to add Pollyanna to our collection. Good birds, those three.
Anywho, I get frustrated with the whole gluten free thing occasionally, and so I wanted to write this out to have for myself and for anyone else struggling with the same thoughts. Because sometimes us perfectionists make it all look really easy. But it's not.
Pros:
1. We have two healthy, happy children, one of whom just happens to have Celiac disease.
2. We all pay more attention to what is going into our bodies than we did before.
3. Eating food is less of a pastime for us.
4. We are more involved in the planning and preparing of food, which has made me a better cook. And most of what we eat is homemade, from scratch, minimally processed, etc. So I feel more connected to what I am feeding my family.
5. I have become better friends with people in the gluten free (and other allergen free) community whom I may not have otherwise.
6. It has made me see my child differently, and appreciate her more as an individual than I did before.
7. I spend more time at home, and less money at restaurants or on fast food.
8. I found out that I do have the gene, which is good to know for later on in life if I develop symptoms.
9. Kate is more invested in what she is eating, she doesn't just blindly put food into her mouth. She asks if everything and every restaurant and every person is also gluten free.
10. Those of us in our family who can still eat gluten are able to appreciate things like a soft hamburger or hotdog bun or a breakfast taco on a flour tortilla. It's the little things.
Cons:
1. I'm constantly scrutinizing Kate's poop and how her tummy feels/sounds.
2. Kate has learned to tell people that things she doesn't want to eat are not gluten free, even if they are (i.e. cantaloupe, watermelon).
3. It can be expensive, especially when you ruin an entire batch of baking by leaving out or adding too much xanthan gum. (Curse you, xanthan gum! Thank you for your existence, but curse you for being expensive and necessary to every baked good I now make!)
4. No more Chick Fil A playdates. This could also be a pro.
5. Church communion: some people intinct their bread, which leaves huge floating chunks of bread in the wine. Not GF. We'll figure that out, minor hiccup.
6. When Kate does get "glutened" or is just not feeling well, I feel like I have failed to protect her. Even though my logical self knows that it happens and I am doing my best, I still beat myself up.
7. No convenience meals, pretty much ever.
8. Visiting out of town family overnight is a HUGE undertaking. Planning ahead, packing food and cooking implements, making sure their not gluten-free houses are safe for Kate. Which, I'm sure, is not fun for them either when I come into their house and tell them what to do.
9.Trying not to hurt people's feelings when I explain the disease and they don't understand that it's not just that she can't eat wheat. And that just because something says gluten free doesn't really mean that it is. Which makes me look like a lunatic. And that having a gluten free menu at a restaurant does not necessarily mean it is safe. Which makes me look like a control freak. Worrying what other people think is exhausting, maybe I should stop?
10. I can't think of one right now, maybe I'm tipped over a little to the optimist side. Is it possible?
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Quick refresher on baking
Rule number 1 of gluten free baking: Bring all ingredients to room temperature first.
Rule number 2 of gluten free baking: Make sure all implements and ingredients are, in fact, gluten free.
And rule number 3, get off the phone while you are making something somewhat complicated for the first time so that you don't end up leaving out the blessed xanthan gum and have really tasty (and expensive) breadcrumbs.
ARGH!
Rule number 2 of gluten free baking: Make sure all implements and ingredients are, in fact, gluten free.
And rule number 3, get off the phone while you are making something somewhat complicated for the first time so that you don't end up leaving out the blessed xanthan gum and have really tasty (and expensive) breadcrumbs.
ARGH!
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