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One Pork Loin, Three Meals: Stretching the Autumn Harvest

October 13, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

There’s something deeply satisfying about coming home with a basket of fresh, seasonal vegetables and knowing that most of the week’s meals are already taking shape.

This week, my grocery basket included broccoli, cabbage, a small eggplant, zucchini, fresh tomatoes and mushrooms. At home, I already had carrots, potatoes, onions, apples and several proteins tucked away in the fridge and freezer.

This afternoon a pork loin went into the slow cooker. Nothing fancy. Just chopped onion, a small jar of home-canned tomatoes and the pork. A few simple ingredients left to cook gently while I got on with other things.

That’s the beauty of slow cooking. A little preparation, a little patience, and supper takes care of itself.

One Roast, Three Possibilities

One of the things I’m learning along my 100 Mile Path is that a meal doesn’t have to end when we clear the supper dishes. Sometimes the best part is imagining what comes next.

Meal One: A Simple Autumn Supper

The first meal is straightforward: tender pork loin, potatoes, steamed broccoli and some of that lovely tomato-onion sauce spooned over everything. Comfort food, made with ingredients we already have.

Meal Two: Pork Sandwiches and Autumn Slaw

For another meal, I’ll shred some leftover pork and warm it in the tomato sauce. A couple of slices of good bread turn it into a hearty sandwich. On the side, shredded cabbage, carrot and apple tossed with plain yogurt and lemon juice make a crunchy autumn slaw.

Meal Three: Pork, Cabbage and White Bean Skillet

For the third meal, I’ll sauté cabbage and onion in olive oil, add canned white beans, leftover pork and a little tomato sauce. A few minutes of simmering brings everything together. It’s the sort of meal that doesn’t really need a recipe—just a willingness to work with what we have.

I’ll refrigerate leftovers promptly and freeze the portion meant for later in the week.

The 100 Mile Path Is About More Than Distance

When I began exploring a 100 Mile Life, I thought a great deal about where my food came from. I still do. I love finding Ontario-grown produce, supporting local farmers and using ingredients that reflect the season.

But I’ve come to understand that the 100 Mile Path is also about how we use what we bring home. It’s about making thoughtful choices, stretching our grocery dollars and recognizing the value of food.

Not every ingredient in my kitchen comes from within 100 miles. Lemons, oranges and bananas certainly don’t! And that’s okay. This isn’t a competition for perfection. It’s a practice of paying attention.

A Slower Kitchen, A Fuller Life

This week I’m on study leave from ministry work. There are books to read, Advent plans to consider and music waiting to be written. And, of course, there’s always knitting nearby.

I don’t want to spend every afternoon wondering what to cook for supper. Preparing one roast and thinking ahead to two more meals gives me something precious: time. Time to create. Time to reflect. Time to enjoy the ordinary rhythm of home.

Perhaps that’s one of the greatest gifts of slow living. Not doing everything the hard way, but making simple choices that leave room for the things we love.

A Little Challenge for Your Kitchen

Before making your next grocery list, take a look in your refrigerator, freezer and pantry. What could become two or three meals instead of one? What seasonal vegetable could you use in a different way? And what might you save—not just in dollars, but in time and food that would otherwise go to waste?

I’d love to know: What’s your favourite way to turn one meal into three?

Until next time, keep creating, keep noticing, and keep walking your own 100 Mile Path.

Blessings

Doll| DollCanCreate

October – Thankful Living

October 1, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

Looking Back at September

Hello friends,

September has been a month of returning: to familiar rhythms, to projects waiting on the needles, and to the small choices that shape the kind of life I want to live.

As October begins, I’m taking a moment to notice what has grown along the way. Some progress is easy to photograph. Some happens quietly, as we learn to give ourselves time.

The 100 Mile Life: Everyday Choices

I began September with a renewed focus on my 100 Mile Life, bringing that journey into my Instagram and YouTube sharing.

This practice keeps drawing me back to home cooking, seasonal food, local connections, and using what I already have. It also asks practical questions: What’s in the cupboard? What needs using first? Could tonight’s supper become tomorrow’s lunch?

At the end of September, my reflections on food waste brought those questions into sharper focus. Leftovers deserve a place in the meal plan. A little planning can help us honour the food we bring home—and the work that brought it to our table.

My invitation for October: Before making your next grocery list, choose one meal you can build around something you already have.

Stories from the Sock Drawer

Socks have taken centre stage in my making and sharing this month!

Looking through my sock drawer has given me a chance to revisit different patterns, colours, and ways of constructing a sock. Each pair holds a little piece of my knitting story: something learned, something tried, or a choice I might make differently next time.

On the needles, I’ve turned the heel on my current sock and have been working through the gusset decreases. There’s satisfaction in watching a familiar shape emerge, stitch by stitch.

Now October brings Socktober, and I’m looking forward to sharing more sock stories, works in progress, and plans for what comes next.

The Handspun Sweater Continues

My handspun sweater is moving forward, too. The sleeve cuffs are completed, and I’ve begun working up both sleeves, increasing as I go.

Alongside the knitting, I’m spinning more blended fibre for the project. Making the yarn and then knitting with it gives this sweater its own pace. Every bit of progress carries the work of my hands.

I’m learning to appreciate that pace—and to count the small steps.

Bringing My Experience to the Work

September also brought reflection on what it means to be an older creator.

At 68, I bring years of making, learning, starting again, and finding practical ways through everyday life. Those experiences belong in DollCanCreate: in the stories I tell, the skills I share, and the encouragement I offer.

I still have things to learn and ideas to try. That combination of experience and curiosity feels like a good place to keep creating.

A Gentle Beginning for October

This month, I’m carrying forward a simple intention:

Make a little. Use what I have. Share what I’m learning. Leave room to rest.

Thank you for being part of this community—for reading, watching, and bringing your own stories to the conversation.

Hit reply and tell me: What are you carrying into October—a project, a practice, or something you’re ready to begin again?

With warmth,
Doll
Barbara Creelman
DollCanCreate

Purpose, Pace, Passion, Practice: Practising the Life of Christ

August 26, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been sitting with one deceptively simple question:

Who are we as the Church?

Not: How many people are sitting in our pews?

Not: How many programs are we running?

Not even: How well are we maintaining our buildings and traditions?

But who are we becoming as followers of Christ?

Four words have emerged as I’ve wrestled with that question:

Purpose. Pace. Passion. Practice.

And together, I think they offer us a way of thinking about what it means to live faithfully—not only on Sunday morning, but throughout the week.

Purpose: Why Are We Here?

We began with purpose.

What is the Church actually here to do?

I keep coming back to three things:

Worship that forms us.
Love that serves others.
Hope that points beyond ourselves.

Worship matters, but worship isn’t supposed to leave us exactly as we arrived.

We gather to be reminded of God’s grace. We listen to Scripture. We pray. We sing. We encounter Christ.

And then we carry what we’ve received into the world.

One of the questions I’ve been asking is:

If our church disappeared tomorrow, what would our community miss?

I’d like the answer to be more than our building.

I’d like them to miss our love.

Pace: We Don’t Have to Hurry

Then we considered our pace.

We live in a culture that constantly tells us to hurry.

Do more. Accomplish more. Grow faster. Fill the calendar.

Churches can fall into that pattern too. We can become so busy doing church that we forget how to be the Church.

But Scripture gives us a different rhythm.

We walk with God.

Not run.

Not race.

Walk.

Faithfulness isn’t measured by how quickly we get somewhere. Sometimes faithfulness means simply taking the next step with God.

One prayer.

One conversation.

One act of kindness.

And then another.

Passion: What’s Already in Your Hands?

Next came passion.

What gifts has God already placed in our hands?

Sometimes we imagine ministry as something done by people with particular religious qualifications. But God’s gifts are wonderfully varied.

Some of us cook.

Some garden.

Some knit, sew, spin or make things.

Some sing.

Some organize.

Some repair things.

Some teach.

Some listen.

Some pray.

Some have the remarkable ability simply to sit quietly beside another person when life hurts.

These are gifts.

The question isn’t simply:

What has God given me?

It’s also:

How can I offer what I’ve been given for the good of someone else?

Practice: Now We Live It

And that brings me to our fourth word:

Practice.

Eventually faith has to leave the page.

Eventually the things we sing, pray and proclaim on Sunday have to become something we live on Monday.

The prophet Micah puts it beautifully:

Do justice.
Love kindness.
Walk humbly with your God.

— Micah 6:8

There’s something important about those verbs.

Micah doesn’t tell us merely to believe in justice.

Do it.

He doesn’t tell us merely to appreciate kindness.

Love it.

And he doesn’t tell us to stand still admiring God from a distance.

Walk with God.

This is faith becoming practice.

Jesus Gives Those Words Faces

Then I turn to Matthew 25.

Jesus speaks about the hungry, the thirsty, the stranger, the person needing clothing, the sick and the imprisoned.

And he says something extraordinary.

When you cared for them, you cared for me.

Suddenly Micah’s words have faces.

Do justice.

There’s a person.

Love kindness.

There’s a neighbour.

Walk humbly.

There’s Christ walking beside us—and sometimes meeting us in the very person standing in front of us.

Micah tells us how to walk. Jesus shows us where that walk will take us.

It takes us toward people.

Tending What God Has Given Us

Someone recently pointed out to me that all of this sounds rather like stewardship.

They’re right.

I haven’t been using that word very much because, in church circles, stewardship can quickly become shorthand for money.

But stewardship is so much bigger than that.

Maybe another way of describing it is:

Tending what God has given us.

Tending our gifts.

Tending our relationships.

Tending our communities.

Tending creation.

Tending our churches.

Tending our faith.

Tending the people God places along our path.

The question becomes less about how much we possess and more about how faithfully we live with what we’ve been given.

That’s Why It’s Called Practice

There’s something else I love about the word practice.

Practice assumes we won’t always get it right.

And we won’t.

We’ll miss opportunities.

We’ll say the wrong thing.

We’ll become impatient.

We’ll get tired.

We’ll become distracted by things that ultimately aren’t very important.

So we practise.

We practise forgiveness.

We practise generosity.

We practise hospitality.

We practise justice.

We practise kindness.

We practise seeing Christ in one another.

And then we return to worship.

We pray again.

We listen again.

We sing again.

We allow Christ to form us again.

And then we’re sent back into the world to practise some more.

Who Are We as the Church?

Perhaps after these weeks of thinking about this question, my answer is becoming a little clearer.

We are people being formed in the way of Jesus.

We are people learning to walk together.

We are people offering the gifts God has placed in our hands.

We are people practising justice, kindness, mercy and love.

Purpose. Pace. Passion. Practice.

They aren’t four separate things.

They’re part of the same life.

And perhaps that’s why worship doesn’t really end when we sing the final hymn and walk out the door.

We leave worship because it’s time to practise what we’ve proclaimed.

So this week, keep your eyes open.

Notice who’s standing in front of you.

Notice what you’re carrying in your own hands.

Notice where a little kindness, justice, mercy or love might be needed.

And remember:

You may just be meeting Christ there.

Many blessings,

Pastor Barb aka Grannie Doll

How I Create a Calm Life When I’m Busy

August 21, 2026August 21, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

My weekly journal may not look calm at first glance.

There is worship to prepare and lead, a Bible study, meetings, choir practice, household chores, errands, exercise, baking, and online work. Like most people, I have days when one responsibility seems to run directly into the next.

Yet I am learning that a calm life does not have to be an empty life.

Calm comes from knowing where things belong.

When I sit down to create my weekly journal page, I give each day a gentle purpose. Sunday is for worship. Monday is my Sabbath—a day to rest and savour. Tuesday holds study preparation and household tasks. Wednesday brings Bible study and errands. Thursday is shaped by church responsibilities and meetings. Friday offers space for a date, and Saturday is often a day for baking.

Not every week unfolds exactly as I have written it. Life rarely stays neatly inside the boxes we draw for it. Still, creating this rhythm helps me see that everything does not have to happen today.

That thought alone brings peace.

I also keep a short list of daily household tasks: dishes, laundry, floors, the bed, and the bathroom. These are not meant to become a demanding list of expectations. They are simply small reminders of what helps our home feel cared for.

I don’t need to deep-clean the whole apartment every day. I can wash a few dishes, make the bed, sweep one floor, or put on a load of laundry. Small acts of care, repeated gently, keep the house from becoming overwhelming.

I’m also discovering the importance of leaving open space on the page.

There was a time when I might have looked at an empty section of my planner and wondered what else I could fit into it. Now I see that open space differently. It represents breathing room. It gives me somewhere to place an unexpected task, a needed rest, a quiet cup of tea, or a few peaceful rows of knitting.

A full life needs margins.

My journal also helps me protect what matters most. Writing “Sabbath” on Monday is more than adding another task. It is a promise to myself that rest belongs in my week. Adding “date” to Friday reminds me that relationships deserve time too. Writing “bake” on Saturday makes room for something that nourishes both my home and my spirit.

These things are not extras to be squeezed in after the “important” work is finished. They are part of creating a life that feels whole.

When I become busy, my temptation is to move faster. I start thinking about the next three things while I am still trying to finish the first. But hurrying rarely creates peace. More often, it leaves me feeling scattered.

Instead, I am practicing a slower question:

What belongs in this moment?

If I am preparing Bible study, that is where I need to be. If I am washing dishes, I can simply wash the dishes. If I am resting, I do not need to turn rest into another productivity project.

Calm does not come from completing everything. It comes from being present to the life I am living.

My little weekly page—with its handwriting, stickers, bread-patterned tape, and open spaces—is not only a planner. It is a picture of the life I am trying to create: faithful, useful, creative, nourishing, and gentle.

There will always be busy seasons. Ministry, home, family, creativity, and everyday responsibilities will continue to fill my days. But I can choose the pace at which I meet them.

I can give my work a place.

I can allow small tasks to be enough.

I can protect rest before exhaustion demands it.

I can leave room for beauty, baking, conversation, prayer, and the unexpected.

Perhaps a calm life is not a life in which nothing is happening.

Perhaps it is a life in which we know what matters, make room for it, and trust that we do not have to carry the whole week at once.

One day is enough.

One task is enough.

One quiet moment can help steady the whole day.

What gentle rhythm could you add to your week to create a little more breathing room?

A Use-What-I-Have Loaf: Baking Bread with Beans

August 19, 2026August 19, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

Today’s bread began with a simple question: What can I make with what I already have?

I had been reading about Ezekiel bread, inspired by the words of Ezekiel 4:9:

“Take wheat and barley, beans and lentils, millet and spelt; put them in a storage jar and use them to make bread for yourself.”

I didn’t have all those grains in my cupboard, and I wasn’t interested in making a special shopping trip. Instead, I decided to borrow the spirit of the bread: bringing beans and grains together to make something nourishing.

I started with about two cups of cooked mixed beans. I blended them until fairly smooth and then added what I had available:

2 cups cooked mixed beans, puréed
¼ cup rye flour
A mixture of white and whole-wheat flour
A generous handful of rolled oats
3 tablespoons honey
2 tablespoons olive oil
Commercial yeast
Warm water and salt

I added the flour gradually, watching and feeling the dough rather than following exact measurements. That is often how bread happens in my kitchen. You begin with an idea, pay attention to what the dough is telling you and adjust as you go.

The dough rose beautifully. The beans gave it substance without making it impossibly heavy. The rye, whole wheat and rolled oats brought their own texture and flavour, while the honey added a gentle sweetness and the olive oil helped create a soft, tender loaf.

As I write this, the bread is cooling on the counter. It looks wonderful, although I’m resisting the temptation to cut into it too soon. Bread needs that cooling time to finish setting inside—even when the smell makes waiting difficult!

This isn’t an exact replica of commercial Ezekiel bread. It is my own cupboard-friendly version: a nourishing loaf made from beans, grains and a willingness to experiment.

There is something deeply satisfying about making good food from what is already close at hand. It reduces waste, stretches the pantry and reminds me that creativity often begins with limits. We don’t always need the perfect ingredients or the perfect recipe. Sometimes we simply need to begin with what we have.

And today, what I had became bread.

A Few Notes for Next Time

Because I measured much of the flour by feel, this loaf may never be reproduced in precisely the same way—and that’s all right. Next time, I may try adding barley or millet flour, lentils or a scattering of seeds.

For now, I’m waiting for the loaf to cool, the kettle is ready, and I’m looking forward to that first slice.

Have you ever made a successful loaf—or an entire meal—by simply using what you already had in the cupboard?

When You Hit a Roadblock, Keep Moving

August 13, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

Part of my drive to keep things moving forward—and to feel productive—is to find something else to do whenever I hit a roadblock.

Do you ever hit those roadblocks?

Watch to see how I managed my old ipad.

Earlier this week, I was working on my sermon and found myself completely stuck. I kept asking:

Where am I going with this?
Will it connect with anyone?
Where will people see themselves in this story?

Those are important questions because a sermon is more than words on a page. It needs to meet us somewhere in the middle of our real lives. It needs to help us recognize where God is already at work.

I think I finally figured it out—but you’ll have to join me on Sunday to hear where the story led!

Over the past few weeks, we’ve been exploring three important parts of our life together as the church:

Our purpose as the church
The pace at which we live and grow spiritually
The passions and gifts God has placed within us

This Sunday, we’ll focus on that third word: passion.

What moves us? What brings us joy? What abilities, interests and experiences do we have that God might use?

We’ll explore this through three simple movements.

Recognize the Gift

Sometimes we overlook our gifts because they seem too ordinary. We may not think of baking, gardening, knitting, repairing things, organizing, listening or offering hospitality as spiritual gifts.

Yet God often begins with what is already in our hands.

Recognizing our gifts means paying attention to what gives us joy, what comes naturally to us and what others have noticed within us.

Offer the Gift

A gift becomes even more meaningful when it is shared.

That may mean offering something we have made, but it can also mean giving our time, our attention or our presence. Sometimes the most important gift we offer is simply ourselves—the willingness to sit beside someone, listen to their story or help carry a burden.

Connect the Gift

Finally, we’ll consider how our individual gifts connect us with the wider life and work of the church.

We don’t all have the same abilities, interests or passions—and that is a wonderful thing. When each person brings what they have, our separate gifts become part of something larger. Together, they help the church worship, serve, care and reach beyond its walls.

If you’d like to hear how it all comes together, I invite you to join us this Sunday:

9:30 a.m. at Linden Park United Community Church on Hamilton Mountain
11:00 a.m. at Binbrook United Church

The 9:30 service will also be livestreamed on Facebook. I hope to share it on YouTube afterward as well—provided my iPad agrees to cooperate!

For now, I still have today and tomorrow to finish preparing for Sunday. And perhaps that is the lesson within the lesson: when we reach a roadblock, we don’t always need to push harder. Sometimes we need to pause, do something else and allow the next step to reveal itself.

Whatever gift or passion you have to offer the world, I hope you feel free to share it. It may seem small or ordinary to you, but in God’s hands, even the simplest gift can become part of something beautiful.

Have a wonderful day, and God bless.

From Pastor Barb to you—bye for now.

And for those who follow me on YouTube, I’m Doll from Doll Can Create.

I know you can too.

The Stewardship Life: More Than Taking Care

August 7, 2026August 7, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

There are some words that quietly fade from everyday conversation.

Stewardship is one of them.

For many of us, the word immediately brings to mind church budgets, fundraising campaigns, or managing our finances wisely. Those things certainly have their place, but I have been wondering if stewardship is much bigger than that.

What if stewardship is really about caring well for every gift we’ve been given?

As I look around, I notice that we’re surrounded by messages encouraging us to live a little greener. Some are thoughtful and helpful. Others are simply clever marketing. It’s easy to believe that buying a different product will somehow make us better caretakers of the world.

But I’ve come to believe that the deeper question isn’t what we purchase.

The deeper question is:

What kind of life are we creating?

That question has led me to a new season of reflection.

Over the coming weeks, I’d like to explore what I’m calling The Stewardship Life—a way of living that is rooted in gratitude, shaped by intention, and guided by the belief that everything we have is ultimately a gift from God.

Together we’ll explore four areas of stewardship.

We’ll consider the land that feeds us and how our daily choices connect us with creation.

We’ll spend time in our homes, discovering that cooking, mending, creating, and welcoming others are holy acts of hospitality.

We’ll talk honestly about caring for our bodies with gentleness instead of criticism, remembering that they, too, are gifts entrusted to us.

And we’ll turn our attention inward to the stewardship of our hearts—our thoughts, our relationships, our faith, and the habits that quietly shape our lives over time.

If you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll know this won’t be a polished lifestyle series.

You’ll find me baking bread, spinning wool, knitting socks, visiting local markets, wandering through thrift shops, mending clothes, and enjoying a quiet cup of tea.

Those ordinary moments aren’t the point.

They’re simply the places where I’ve discovered that everyday life can become sacred when lived with care.

My hope is that these reflections won’t leave us feeling guilty for what we haven’t done. Instead, I hope they’ll encourage us to notice what God has already placed in our hands and ask one simple question:

How can I care for this well?

Perhaps that’s what stewardship has always been.

Not striving for perfection.

Not chasing more.

But faithfully tending the gifts we’ve already been given.

I’d be honoured if you joined me as we begin this journey together.

Welcome to The Stewardship Life.

Living with intention, gratitude, and enough.

Grannie Doll

Pondering the Month That Was

July 30, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

The last few days of the month always feel a little different.

The calendar is about to turn, and before I rush into filling the next page with plans and lists, I like to pause.

I make a cup of tea.

I open my journal.

And I ponder.

Not in a heavy or regretful way. Just quietly.

I think about the things I did this month. The blog posts I wrote. The stitches added to a sock. The yarn spun at my wheel. The conversations that filled my heart. The ordinary moments that somehow became extraordinary simply because I was paying attention.

Then I notice the things that didn’t happen.

The projects still waiting in their baskets.

The ideas scribbled in the margins of my journal.

The plans that were gently swept aside because life asked something different of me.

Years ago, I might have seen that list and thought, You should have done more.

These days, I ask a different question.

What is this month teaching me?

That question changes everything.

It reminds me that the purpose of reflection isn’t to keep score. It’s to learn. To notice. To make one small adjustment before setting sail into another month.

I’ve written before about “righting the ship,” and I think that’s exactly what these moments of pondering do. We don’t usually need to throw everything overboard and start again. More often, we simply need to place our hand on the helm and make a gentle turn back toward what matters most.

For me, that anchor is faith.

It is the quiet rhythm of morning coffee and Scripture.

It is fibre slipping through my fingers at the spinning wheel.

It is time with family, laughter with friends, and the simple gift of noticing the beauty already around me.

As August arrives, I find myself wondering what this beautiful season still has to offer.

There are tomatoes ripening in gardens, sweaters growing one stitch at a time, stories yet to be written, and quiet mornings waiting to be enjoyed before autumn begins whispering at the edges.

I’m looking forward—not because I have a perfect plan, but because I’ve taken the time to look back.

Reflection has a way of clearing the path ahead.

So today, I’ll ask you the same question I’m asking myself.

Will you pause and ponder with me?

What will you carry into August?

And what are you ready to gently set down?

Until next time,

Grannie Doll

A slower life. A thoughtful heart. One ordinary day at a time.

Holiday at Home: The Last Week

July 27, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

July 27, 2026

There is something about the last week of a holiday.

It doesn’t announce itself. It slips in quietly, almost unnoticed, like the afternoon shadows stretching across the yard while the kettle hums in the kitchen.

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about choosing a holiday at home rather than feeling disappointed that our camping trip had ended. I decided to treat these weeks as a gift instead of simply waiting for life to return to normal.

I have to tell you, dear friends…

It worked.

I’ve rested more deeply than I expected. I’ve found joy in ordinary days. And perhaps most importantly, I’ve remembered that a simple life can also be a rich one.

Looking Back

This past week was filled with the kinds of moments that rarely make headlines, yet somehow fill the heart.

There were slow mornings with my journal, a candle flickering beside my coffee.

Afternoons at the spinning wheel with the windows open, the gentle rhythm of the treadles keeping time while the birds sang outside.

A few more rows added to my sweater.

A visit to the local farm stand where, quite naturally, I came home with far more tomatoes than we needed—and not one regret.

A refreshing swim on one of those hot July afternoons when the cool water washes away every busy thought.

And yes… an hour wandering through a thrift shop with no shopping list, no deadline, and nowhere else I needed to be. I came home with a treasure or two, but more importantly, I came home smiling.

None of these moments were extraordinary.

Yet together they became something beautiful.

I found myself quietly thanking God for the gift of ordinary days.

The Last Week

Now I’ve reached the final week before ministry, meetings, and familiar routines begin again.

I know myself well enough to recognize the temptation.

I start thinking about everything I should squeeze in before the holiday ends. One more project. One more outing. One more task crossed off the list.

But perhaps that’s not what this last week is for.

Perhaps these final days are meant to be lived just like the first ones.

Slowly.

Gently.

With open hands.

So instead of asking,

“What do I still have to get done?”

I’m asking a different question.

“What do I want to carry with me into the busy days ahead?”

Not another to-do list.

Not another obligation.

But a few quiet rhythms that help me remember who I am.

What I’m Carrying Forward

There are a few gifts from these weeks that I hope don’t get packed away with the camping gear.

Morning journaling, even if it’s only five quiet minutes.

Time at my spinning wheel—not because I have to finish a project, but because it steadies my heart.

The reminder that rest isn’t something we earn after we’ve worked hard enough. Rest is one of God’s good gifts.

And perhaps an occasional afternoon wandering through a thrift shop, simply because it’s good for the soul.

Maybe that’s the real gift of a holiday at home.

Not the holiday itself.

But the gentle habits that quietly settle into our lives and decide to stay.

A Gentle Question

As July comes to a close, perhaps you’ve had a holiday away, a holiday at home, or maybe no holiday at all.

I’d love to ask you a simple question.

What is one small thing from these summer days that you’d like to carry into the months ahead?

Sometimes simply naming it is enough to help it take root.

Thank you for sharing this little corner of summer with me.

Until next time…

Grannie Doll

Finding grace in ordinary days, one quiet moment at a time.

Blessings. 🌾🧶

When a New Recipe Works

July 20, 2026/Barbara (Doll) Creelman/Leave a comment

Yesterday I mixed bread using unfed sourdough starter and just a wee bit of yeast.

It was a new recipe for me, and if I’m honest, I wasn’t entirely sure how it would turn out. I usually don’t stray too far from recipes that have served me well. If something works, I tend to keep doing it.

Perhaps that’s true in more than just my baking.

A few hours later, the reward sat cooling on the counter: two small loaves with beautifully golden tops and a soft, tender crumb. The experiment had worked.

As I sliced into the first loaf, I found myself wondering how often I live the same way I bake.

I tend to stay in familiar lanes.
I keep comfortable habits.
I follow well-worn routines.

There’s comfort in that. Familiar rhythms have carried me through many seasons of life.

But yesterday reminded me that sometimes a small change opens the door to something unexpectedly wonderful.

Earlier that morning, I had intentionally changed my usual routine. Nothing dramatic—just enough to step outside my normal pattern. And do you know what happened?

The world didn’t fall apart.

In fact, the day unfolded beautifully.

Perhaps growth doesn’t always require a complete reinvention. Sometimes it begins with something as simple as trying a different recipe, taking another road home, rearranging the morning, or saying yes to something we’ve quietly been wondering about.

Not every experiment will become a favourite. Some recipes fail. Some ideas don’t fit.

But every now and then, we discover a new loaf worth baking again.

So today I’m asking myself—and perhaps you as well:

Will you change course today?

Maybe you’ll bake something new.
Maybe you’ll take a walk along a different path.
Maybe you’ll sit in a different chair with your morning coffee.
Or perhaps you’ll simply give yourself permission to try life a little differently.

I’d love to hear what small change you’re making today.