Gluten-free Pistachio Torte Recipe

This super simple Gluten-free Pistachio Torte recipe has been adapted from The Ultimate Kids’ Baking Book by Tiffany Dahle. It is absolutely delicious!

  • 2 cups gluten-free flour
  • 1/2 lb (2 sticks) butter, cubed
  • 1/2 cup chopped pecans
  • 8 oz cream cheese
  • 1 1/2 cups powdered sugar
  • 8 oz frozen whipped topping, thawed
  • 2 boxes (3.3 oz each) pistachio pudding mix
  • 2 cups milk

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

In a medium bowl, use two forks to combine flour and butter until dough resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in pecans.

Pour into 13X9 inch baking dish. Press crumbs into a smooth crust along the bottom of the dish.

Bake 18-20 minutes, or until lightly toasted. (It took longer in my oven.)

Remove from oven and let cool to room temperature.

In a medium bowl, beat cream cheese on medium speed until smooth. Add powdered sugar and beat until well combined. Fold in 1 cup whipped topping.

Carefully spread cream cheese mixture over prepared crust and smooth with a spatula.

In medium bowl, beat together pudding mix and milk for 2 minutes on high speed.

Spread pudding mixture evenly over cream cheese layer. Spread remaining whipped topping evenly over pudding.

Chill in the refrigerator 1 hour before serving.

Enjoy!

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I wish you well.

Sandy

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God Works During the Darkness

Even when we can’t see, God works during the darkness of our lives to make a way for us to pass through the challenges. Challenges which mount before us and hem us in.

God works during the darkness of pandemics and death. He works during the darkness of job loss, uncertainty, unrest, and chaos. God does not sleep. He has no need. He is an ever-present help in times of trouble.

One familiar example from the Bible, which shows God works during the darkness, is recorded in Exodus 14. The Israelites fled Egypt on foot. The Egyptian army pursued in iron chariots. The People of God came to the Red Sea and stopped. Sea before them. Chariots behind them.

We remember the sea parted. The Israelites crossed on a dry seabed, as walls of water heaped on either side. We also remember their Egyptian pursuers perished when the God who worked during the darkness of night to part the waters, released the sea upon the Egyptian army.

The waters didn’t part as soon as the Israelites reached the sea. The waters parted after the Lord worked during the darkness of night, sent a strong east wind, and drove back the sea.

Right now many of us are facing hard challenges. A seemingly impassable sea stands before us. An army of chariots pursues from behind. But God is working in the darkness.

The Israelites didn’t see evidence of God’s work until the next day. We may not see a way out of the darkness surrounding us until the next day. One thing, however, remains true. We can trust God works during the darkness of night nonetheless.

“All that night” the Lord was working,

Working in the tempest blast,

Working with the swelling current,

Flooding, flowing, free and fast.

“All that night” God’s children waited-

Hearts, perhaps in agony-

With the enemy behind them,

And, in front, the cruel sea.

“All that night” seemed blacker darkness

Than they ever saw before,

Though the light of God’s own presence

Near them was, and sheltered 0’er.

“All that night” that weary vigil

Passed; the day at last did break,

And they saw that God was working

“All that night” a path to make.

“All that night,” O child of sorrow,

Can you not your heartbreak stay?

Know your God in darkest midnight

Works, as well as in the day.

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Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and all that night the Lord drove the sea back with a strong east wind and turned it into dry land. The waters were divided, and the Israelites went through the sea on dry ground, with a wall of water on their right and on their left.

The Egyptians pursued them, and all Pharaoh’s horses and chariots and horsemen followed them into the sea. Exodus 14:21-23 (NIV)

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Sandy

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On July 4th Remember Not All the Heroes Come Home

Near the end of America’s involvement in the Viet Nam conflict; (which in my mind, whether named war or not was indeed a war) I was in high school and worked part-time in the Navy Exchange store at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland, outside Washington, D.C. You might not think of a hospital as a place full of heroes, but let me tell you, NNMC and other military hospitals like it was.

While I worked at the Exchange during the war, the thump-thump-thump of rotary blades atop approaching military hospital transports was a sound I heard on a regular basis.

Incoming.

By the time the helicopter landed on the heli-pad, several of us waited outside on the pad’s perimeter. Our silent presence welcoming the wounded to the hospital. We watched doctors and nurses hustle gurneys to the helicopter, load the wounded, and rush them inside.

I seriously doubt those wounded warriors knew anyone cared enough to be present when they arrived, praying for them, thanking them, appreciating their sacrifice. To those of us keeping vigil, it matter little if the soldiers knew we were there. For me what mattered was the fact I wanted to show my appreciation for their sacrifice.

Among other things available to military personnel and their dependents, of which I was one, thanks to my father’s military service, the Medical Center housed a theater where for twenty-five cents you could watch some really awful movies. What a deal. Definitely not first-run, that’s for sure. Nevertheless, that didn’t keep Sissy, my girlfriends, and me from showing up.

To get to the theater we walked the hospital corridors. I’m sure you’ve walked through a hospital, so you get the idea. These corridors were filled with wounded personnel on stretchers, in wheelchairs, or walking the halls. Bandaged from one part of their body to the next, they made their way to the theater.

These men paid a heavy price for the freedom I enjoyed. That freedom included the privilege of walking down the same corridors they traveled to watch really awful movies for twenty-five cents. It also included the freedom to walk back down those same corridors and out that hospital at the end of the movie while the wounded made their way back to hospital rooms that became their new normal.

In this country we have days set aside to remember the sacrifices our military and their families make so we can enjoy our hamburgers, watermelon, and pool parties. Sometimes we might pause and remember service personnel. We might even say thank you on those set-aside holidays. But what if we made it a habit to remember, honor, pray for, and thank our military every day, fully understanding not all the heroes come home?

On this July 4th, Independence Day here in the States, will you join me in honoring those who give their all so the rest of us don’t have to?

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When your people go out to fight their enemies along some road on which you send them, your people will pray to you, facing this city which you have chosen and the Temple I have built for you. Then hear in heaven their prayers, and do what is right. 2 Chronicles 6:34-35 (NCV)

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Sandy

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Guest Post – I Am Jesus

Perhaps when you read the title of today’s I Am guest post by Dave Peever, which first appeared on Live 4 Him, you thought, oh my. Before hitting delete, I hope you’ll read the entire post as Dave builds a case for Christ-followers to live in such a way when people look at us, they see Jesus.

I Am Jesus

If there ever was a line that should not be crossed I think it is one I just crossed. Proclaiming that I am Jesus invites everything from mocking and laughter to concern and planned intervention. Before I am made fun of and publicly ridiculed, before I am hurried off to the closest psych ward and sedated, I must warn you, not only am I Jesus but you are too!

I may be Jesus but I am not the Messiah.

There is a difference between claiming to be someone and actually believing you are them. I do not have the positon that Jesus had nor do I maintain that I am perfect like He was and is. I did not die for anyone’s sins nor would my death bring redemption to the world. I may be given the opportunity to perform miracles but my power in no way measures up to His power. I am not the Messiah but I am Jesus and so are you.

I may be Jesus but I am not God’s Only Son.

My adoption as a son of God gives me an inheritance that was not originally mine. I am a child of the Most High, a son of my heavenly father. He treats me as if I am His child and yet I am not. God has only one son, one true son who came into the world as a man and yet was fully God. I am not him, you are not him. I am not the Only Son of God but I am Jesus and so are you.

I may be Jesus but I am not worthy of such a name.

I should not even mention His name in the same sentence as me. There is nothing about who I am that can measure up to who He was and is. He faced all types of temptations and yet was without sin. I get up in the morning and often I don’t make it an hour without sinning. I face opposition and I desire their demise. He faced opposition and He sought only the best for them. I face insult and seek to insult those who have offended me. He faced insult and he turned the other cheek. I am not worthy of such a name but I am Jesus and so are you.

I may be Jesus but I have a long way to go to live this out.

My attempts to deny myself, to pick up my cross, to venture outside of my comfort zone all have been partial if not complete failures. My love for the people of this world is often hampered by my sinfulness and my dislike for their sinfulness. My need for worldly recognition and approval often interferes with my willingness to stand up for what is righteous and Godly. I fail and I fail and just when I think I have it all figured out I fail again. How can I be Jesus, how can you be Jesus, when we can’t come close to what He was and who He is? And yet I am Jesus and so are you.

I may be the only glimpse of Jesus people get.

In no way can I be Jesus. In no way can you be Jesus. And yet, in every way we must be transformed to be like Him so that we can be Jesus to a world without Him. Jesus being in nature God is powerful enough to reveal Himself without us but He did not do this. Instead, we are called to be like Jesus so much that we are to bear of his image. The only way we can do this is if we become like Him in our actions and attitude. In a world that does not know Jesus I am Jesus in action and attitude so that others will be introduced to the real Messiah… and so are you.

When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12 (NIV)

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.  Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. Matthew 5:14-16 (NIV)

Who is Dave Peever? I am a follower of Jesus the Christ. My specific call is to creatively present various aspects of life as a Christ follower and as a member of a collective of Christ followers I use my background as an actor, director and playwright/writer as well as my music, preaching and leadership skills to assist churches in transition (between pastors) with their desire to be more effective. I have been married for 31 years. We have 3 sons and 4 grandchildren all who currently reside in central Ontario Canada. I have been in ministry for 22 years.

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What Momma Left Behind Book Review

With the authentic voice of an Appalachian storyteller, Cindy Sproles’ novel, What Momma Left Behind, takes you to 1877 Tennessee with all its heartache and promise. With that said, if you are unfamiliar with Appalachian expressions and dialect, you may find What Momma Left Behind somewhat confusing to get through.

This is a story of loss, love, sacrifice, and eventually, forgiveness, as we journey with seventeen-year-old Worie Dressar following the death of her mother at a time when disease spreads through her mountain community, killing parents and leaving orphans to fend for themselves.

While there is much to like about this book, I came away with unanswered questions I wish the author answered.

If you enjoy reading Christian historical fiction written in an authentic Appalachian voice, What Momma Left Behind just might be the book for you.

Have you read this book? If so, what was your impression of it?

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Sandy

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I received a complimentary copy of this book from Revell for a fair and honest review, which is exactly what I gave.

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