There's a close-up picture too but I can't get it to work right now.
If you're wondering what it consists of... I started with an oatmeal-sugar cookie crust (with a bit of nutmeg) and added layers of caramel and chocolate, and then crumbled the rest of the cookie substance on top. Then it baked.
I made the Please-Stop-Breaking-My-Heart Tart because, well, the name is pretty obvious why. There are a number of things making my insides ache right now, but specifically I made it in response to the crushing sadness I feel for a person currently at the TH. There's part of me that is upset and maybe angry, but mostly just sad. Because things are so broken, spirits are broken. Because people aren't loved, or believe that they are beyond hope, and get shuffled from one temporary family to another. Because sometimes it seems impossible to resist despair. I wonder and cry, "God, where are you?!" I want to dream great and beautiful things for the people I love, but fear that those hopes will never be realized, and sometimes I can't handle the thought of that. I guess part of me is afraid of God still...
... and so what do I do? Keep making tarts, I suppose. Keep hoping for wholeness to come, because I think we were made for that - that God intends to make us whole. Keep aching for a time to come when God Himself will wipe away tears for the last time and look us full in the face, and we Him - even the things that now seem hopeless, even the small, forgotten, or insignificant ones. When his people will be called Sought After and No Longer Deserted, when the broken shards of hearts will be put back together and ultimate comfort will come. Beauty will crown heads, gladness will replace mourning, praise will devour despair. And if I take the time to notice, I can see some of these things now.
So yes, I will keep making tarts. And pies. And anything else that may contain some sort of healing property.
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