Sunday, December 28, 2008
It makes me wonder why we are surprised when things like this happen.
If I'm honest, I have to admit that I'm a little envious too. I really, REALLY want to be a conduit for God's blessings...allowing them to flow out to others. It makes sense that if they aren't flowing out, then there must be a blockage somewhere.
Hmm...that could be an interesting blog post in itself.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
When I was a child, my mom bought Sucrets for us. I have not used them in years, but I decided to get a box (the fact that they were on sale helped my decision as well).
After I got home and popped one in my mouth, I sat looking at the box...memories flooding my mind. Memories of the Sucrets box sitting on a shelf in a bathroom cabinet so long ago...and of my mom taking care of me when I was sick.
It's so strange where we find comfort...sometimes even in a little tin box.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
When darkest clouds cover the sky
And the day's light is almost nil,
I know that high above the clouds
The sun shines brightly still.
So it is with the storms of life
Bringing doubt, confusion and pain.
I search about for a ray of light
But I can only see the rain.
I have to look with eyes of faith
To be able to truly see
That the light of Jesus always shines
Regardless of what it looks like to me.
So, high above my circumstances,
No matter how they seem so real,
The Father watches over His child
And the Son shines brightly still.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Then I remembered my sweet girl's eyes lighting up as she looked at a friend's tree over the weekend. It was a magical moment for her. I would do anything to see that sparkle in her eyes. So tonight we decked the halls...or at least the tree.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
**I am still being held captive in my home by little four-legged terrorists. A person's home should be the one place that they can rest and relax without worry or fear. We have put out traps and have caught a few of them, especially since Mike re-baited the traps using a whole peanut sticking out of some peanut butter. We have searched for how they are coming in and have sealed a few holes. I called an exterminator and they told me that they would do what I'm already doing, so I'm not wasting money on that. I am so sick of this and just want my home back.
**We took BK and my grandsons to the Natural Science Museum this morning to make ornaments for the birds. Well, what do you suppose they had for the kids to make the ornaments with? They had bread, popcorn, crackers, cranberries, grapes, apples, oranges, cheerios and donuts. Now, kids are kids...and it was getting close to lunch time, so everyone was having to fight with their kids to keep them from eating the stuff...not a good idea. But we all had a good time. When we got home, Mike helped BK hang her ornaments in "her" little tree in our front yard. I'm sure the birds will enjoy the treats.
**If you are feeling stressed this holiday season, I found an article promising to help. If you would like to read it, click here.
**I went to a CPC volunteer luncheon this week and the speaker said something that has reverberated in my spirit for days now. She said that especially in these days when there is so much gloom and doom around us, we must be "women of faith and not women of feelings." That was such a good message to us all. As women, we sure do get stuck in our feelings, don't we?
We may not have all the answers and we certainly don't know what tomorrow will bring for any of us. But the constant in the life of a Christian is that our Father holds the world in his hands and He knows the future that He has planned for each of us. We don't have to know they whole story...we will be okay as long as we keep our eyes on Him and just do the next right thing.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
- My Heavenly Father, who loves me even when I'm unlovable.
- My sweet husband, who puts up with my craziness on a daily basis.
- My amazing children: BK with her funny ways and hugs that melt my heart...and J with his quirky sense of humor.
- My precious grandsons, who love their Gran D no matter what.
- My extended family: sisters, nieces & nephews, in-laws and out-laws...we enjoy each other's company and share a love of good food.
- My wonderful friends, who surround me with their love and encouragement, sharing our journey together.
- Our church family.
- Our jobs that provide what we need.
- Our home and vehicle.
- My blog readers, with whom I get to share a little of myself.
I am blessed beyond measure.
Thank you all for the blessings that you are to me.
May you have a wonderful Thanksgiving...and don't forget to count your blessings too.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Nearly Instant Biscuits
6 cups self-rising flour (or 6 cups plain flour, plus 3 tablespoons baking powder & 1 Tablespoon salt)
1 cup shortening
2 cups buttermilk (or regular milk with 2 tablespoons vinegar added - let sit for about 10 minutes)
In a large mixing bowl, measure in the self rising flour (or flour, baking powder and salt). Add the firmly packed shortening and mash it into the flour with your fingers or a fork. Do not over-mix. The shortening should be casually combined with the flour, and small chunks the size of dried beans should remain. This is what makes the biscuits flaky.
Now stir in the buttermilk. Stir it up until you have a nice soft dough. Knead the dough about 10 or 12 times. No more, no less. This activates the gluten in the flour just enough to make good biscuits.
Roll the dough out into a nice thick slab (use a rolling pin or any sturdy jar or glass). Cut the dough into biscuit shapes. Use a clean can or glass rim, if you don't have a biscuit cutter. Tuna cans are just the right size for big breakfast biscuits. Continue rolling and cutting until all the dough is used up.
Lay waxed paper on a cookie sheet. Arrange the shaped biscuit dough on the waxed paper. Freeze overnight. The next morning the biscuits can be gathered up and stashed in plastic freezer bag.
When you want to cook them, just take out the specific number you want and place them on a lightly oiled cookie sheet or pizza pan. Bake in a preheated 450° oven until lightly browned (check after about 10-15 minutes).
These biscuits are better tasting, and much cheaper than canned whack-'em-on-the-counter-biscuits. The whole recipe makes between 30 and 35 medium sized biscuits, or about 20 big breakfast size biscuits (grand-sized).
I receive a daily email from Mountain Wings. There was a quote referenced in today's issue:
"Being rich is not determined by how much you have, but by how little you need."
I have been thinking a lot about that quote.
How much do we really need? I think that living in the "land of plenty" makes it difficult to answer that question honestly.
Above the basic necessities of food, clothing (basic) and shelter, how much do we really need? Are all the "stuff and things" that we think we must have worth what they actually cost? I'm not talking about the price tags on the stuff in the store.
What I'm speaking of is the real cost.
The stress that's created when the credit card bill arrives and we see in black and white what our choices are doing to us financially.
The toll it takes on our families when both parents are working outside the home...to make more money, to buy more things.
Relationships are strained. Health is compromised. Peace of mind is often non-existent.
Our closets and cabinets and drawers and shelves are full...often to overflowing...but so many feel empty inside.
Is it really worth it?
As the economy declines, we may have to make some hard decisions about what is really important to us.
Read the quote again. How rich are you?
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
According to Mary Hunt (from Everyday Cheapskate and Debt-Proof Living), the best way to get these reports is to stagger them throughout the year, so that you get one every four months. This enables you to keep an eye out for incorrect information all during the year.
When I get a new calendar for the year, I write myself a reminder in January, May and September to order one report from each of the three credit bureaus so I can set a schedule. This is very helpful because I don't have to try to remember when and where I last ordered.
For more great tips and ideas, check out Works for Me Wednesday at Rocks In My Dryer.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
If you have never used Craigslist, you can go to the website and chose a city close to you. Then you can look at the online ads and even post some yourself. There is no charge and listing is very easy and user friendly.
For any of you who live close to me, here are a few items that I listed this morning:
Prayer of Jabez Framed Print - $10
Northern Nights Queen Sheet Set - NEW - $20 http://jackson.craigslist.org/hsh/914642751.html
Ladies 3X Long-Sleeve Shirts - Blue & Black - $15 http://jackson.craigslist.org/clo/914654793.html
New Weight Watchers Cookbook - $5
Cookbook Lot of 4 - $10
New Battery - $20
Tasty Fruit Salad
1 can pineapple chunks (in juice)
1 large can fruit cocktail (drained)
1 box sugar-free/fat-free Jello pudding mix, White Chocolate flavor
1 cup vanilla yogurt (I used Carb Master)
3 -4 tablespoons sugar-free Cool Whip
Pour the pineapples (with juice) and fruit cocktail in a bowl. Sprinkle the pudding mix over and stir well. Stir in the yogurt and Cool Whip. Chill in refrigerator until serving.
For more great recipes, go to Tempt My Tummy Tuesday at Blessed with Grace.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
I was amazed. We absolutely could not tell the difference.
I imagine everyone has a recipe for taco soup, but in case you don't, here you go:
Talkin' Turkey Taco Soup
1 lb. roll ground turkey (cooked)
1 can kidney beans
1 can pinto beans
1 can diced tomatoes
1 can corn
1 envelope taco seasoning
1 envelope ranch dressing mix
Combine all (with juice from cans) in a crockpot and cook on low for about 4 - 6 hours. Serve with tortilla chips and cheese.
P.S. Tonight we used some of the leftovers to make taco salad. I cooked some rice, warmed the soup and mixed them with grape tomatoes, lettuce, crushed tortilla chips and cheese. We topped with ranch dressing.
Friday, November 7, 2008
A couple of local school employees got highlighted on the news for apparently censoring some students for just saying Obama's name.
These are two incidents that I encountered yesterday that I would consider post-election "fallout." I expect many more to come. So far, what I'm hearing could be considered "sour grapes" from those whose candidate did not win. But I believe in time, even those who voted for Obama will become disillusioned when he cannot deliver on all that he promised.
What I find disturbing in all this is how many people who get caught up in all the mud-slinging and name-calling profess to be Christians. Sure, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. But how helpful is it to send out mass emails warning everyone of the dire consequences of a poor decision at the polls?
In these days of economic uncertainty, there is enough fear to go around. Do we really need to be sowing seeds of resentment and worry over what may or may not be the result of our new president's regime?
God's Word tells us to pray for those who lead us. In fact, we are told that even though we live in a democracy and vote for our leader, God is ultimately in charge of who is elected. Don't believe me? Check out Romans 13:1.
We are also told that He will judge every idle word that comes from our mouths (or our keyboards). Before we forward on that email, or repeat something we've heard at the hair salon, we probably should test it by the scriptures to see if it is something that we want on our ledger of things that we have said. I'm just saying.
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. Philippians 4:8
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
BK will be four years old in a few months. In her short little life, we have inundated her with toys. What can I say? The girl is spoiled.
Many toys never get played with. The ones that do, often get played with over and over. Here are a few of her favorites:
Balls - What kid doesn't like balls? Big or little, fancy or plain, she just likes balls.
Baby dolls - She absolutely LOVES her babies. She has a few that she likes more than others, but her favorite is one that says "Mama" when you push her tummy. This doll probably cost $5 at Wal-Mart...so it's not about how much they cost or what they can do.
Twin Time Dollhouse - We got her this for Christmas last year and she really likes to play with it. I'm not sure that they make them anymore...but you can always find them on eBay.
Doug and Melissa wooden toys - BK has several things from Doug and Melissa. They are sturdy, well made and will last forever. She has a set of wooden food for her kitchen and some puzzles.
Discovery Toys boxes of Board Books ABCs & Numbers - She will sit and play with these for hours. They are great for teaching letters and numbers. They are sturdy and just the right size for little hands.
One of the questions she asked me was "What is it that you want?"
Man...how do you answer that one over pizza?
I have thought about that question a lot in the last few days. It occurs to me that in this age of advancement for women...when we can do and be anything we want to be...what I want most to be is a good wife, mother, grandmother and keeper of my home.
The world tells us that we need and deserve more, but from where I'm perched in my little corner of the world, I can't imagine anything more fulfilling than to realize the full potential of what God created me to be. As a society...and even as the Church...we have somehow we have lost value that we once had for godly women using their gifts and talents to bless their families at home.
I have to admit that since I left my full-time job, I have floundered quite a bit in my new role as a stay-home mom. Without the routine and schedule of working every day, things have had a tendency to get a little out of control with my house. As of yesterday, I have implemented a 42 day plan to get things in order. This plan includes a systematic overhaul of my house, room by room, not only to clean, but de-clutter and organize as well. At the end of this six weeks, my home will be in much better shape, which I'm sure will help my outlook on life.
I'm also planning to start a project to sew my daughter and grandsons rag quilts for Christmas. I found a great website that has instructions and photos. Click here to see. I don't really sew...and I've never quilted...but this looks so easy that I really think I can do it.
Another thing that I am doing is getting back to menu planning. I have found that if I don't do this, it is just way too easy to pick something up for dinner instead of having a nutritional, home-cooked meal.
So, it looks like I have my work cut out for me in the days ahead. I know that it will be worth it...especially with the holidays coming up soon. I want to be able to enjoy my family during this time instead of fretting about things that need to be done around my house.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
First of all, I've been sick for a month now. Even after a trip to the doctor and several meds, I just can't seem to shake this cough. When someone is sick and tired, everything in the world seems to look a little gloomy.
Then, a week ago we realized that we had an unwelcome guest in our home...a mouse. Now, to fully understand the ramifications of that statement, you must know that I have rodent phobia. Not just the normal aversion to creepy-crawlies, but a full-fledged phobia that developed years ago.
When faced with the object of my phobia, I just lose it...totally. Wikipedia defines a specific phobia as: "...a generic term for any kind of anxiety disorder that amounts to an unreasonable or irrational fear related to exposure to specific objects or situations."
You cannot reason with a phobia. You cannot talk yourself out of the fear. You cannot shame yourself into acting like a grown up.
It is what it is...and it's not pretty.
So, to say that I've been a little "out of sorts" this week is an understatement.
Thankfully (hopefully) the problem has been resolved now and life goes on, even though I'm still a little skittish...and I'm wearing slippers these days instead of going barefooted around the house.
Maybe things will settle down now and I can get back to posting more often.
Monday, October 27, 2008
2 1/2 cups sugar
1 - 8oz block cream cheese (softened)
1/2 cup butter (softened)
1- 16 oz can pumpkin (NOT pumpkin pie filling)
3 1/2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1 cup chopped pecans (optional - I forgot to add)
Combine sugar, cream cheese and butter until well blended. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each. Blend in pumpkin. In a separate bowl, mix together all other ingredients (except nuts). Add dry ingredients to wet ingredients...about a third at a time...blending until just moistened. (Do not over blend). Fold in nuts at the end. Pour into 2 greased and floured 9 X 5 loaf pans. Bake at 350 for 50-60 minutes or until middle is done. (check with a toothpick) Cool for 5 minutes, remove from pan, set on racks and cool completely.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I remembered that I had saved a great article, Why We Don't Celebrate Halloween, written by Kelly McCausey. Click here if you would like to read it.
Tonight, we took BK and my grandsons to one of the Fall Festivals and they had so much fun. Here are a few pics.
Friday, October 24, 2008
THANKSGIVING DINNER BOX
(Quantities are Limited, So Place Your Order Soon!!)
The special holiday box contains everything you need for a traditional Thanksgiving meal. Order one for your family and one for a family in need this holiday season. Feeds an average family including 2 adults and 2 children. $30
7lb. (avg.) Perdue Roasting Hen
2 lb. Heat and Serve Mashed Potatoes
2 lb. Heat and Serve Corn
2 lb. Heat and Serve Green Beans
17 oz. Cornbread Dressing
4.5 oz. Brown Gravy Mix
15 oz. Cranberry Sauce
8 Dinner Rolls
1 Dessert Item
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Run In The Rain
By Dee Martinez
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked.
"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated. "No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run through the rain."
"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said. "No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm. "This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"
"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'"
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.
Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said. Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories... So, don't forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.
Take the time to live!!!
Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you'll need each other -- and don't forget to run in the rain!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
My mother lived through the Great Depression. She knew how to use and then resuse things. In the age of disposible everything, this kind of frugality hasn't been valued very much.
Many years ago, when my parents were alive, they both liked to shop at places like Hudson's and Big Lots, looking for deals. They would pick up food items dirt cheap and when they would find a great deal, they would stock up. Eventually there was so much food in their house, my dad had to build several large wooden shelves to stock it. Whenever we would go to their house we laughed and rolled our eyes at their own private "grocery store."
Times, they are a changin'.
It seems like many of the blogs and website geared toward frugality that I like to read are recommending that folks begin to stockpile groceries and other items around our homes that we use frequently, like soap, shampoo and paper products.
The reasons that they give are varied. Some are doing it from a survivalist mentality. It is abundantly evident that our country is having economic trouble. These people believe that we are heading for even more trouble, including food shortages, and that we need to be prepared now so that we can continue to feed our families if that were to happen.
Others are doing it from a purely frugal motive. It just makes sense to stock up on items that you know your family uses often when they are one sale, then you don't have to pay the regular (and sometimes outrageous) prices when you need them. I have come to the realization that this is an excellent way to stretch my food budget, so I have begun to buy extras when shopping for sale items. I am slowly building up a stockpile of items that I know we will use.
I found a good article on stockpiling. Check it out if you are interested:
How to Create a Stockpile of Food - for Little Money
Assemble this hearty dish the night before, and bake the next morning.
1 (16-ounce) Hawaiian bread loaf, broken into 3/4-inch pieces
2 cups (8 ounces) finely shredded Mexican four-cheese blend
1/2 pound ham,chopped fine in the food processor
8 large eggs
2 1/2 cups milk
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1 teaspoon dried mustard
1/2 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
Arrange bread cubes in a lightly greased 13- x 9-inch baking dish. Sprinkle with shredded cheese and ham. Whisk together eggs, milk, salt, pepper, mustard, and Worcestershire sauce. Pour over prepared dish; press down bread cubes with a spoon to allow bread to soak up liquid. Cover and chill 8 hours. Let stand 30 minutes before baking. Bake at 350° for 35 minutes or until set and golden.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The candidates were put in a position that they had to lay out their stands on many controversial issues on which many people have very strong opinions. One of these issues was abortion. The question that brought up this topic had to do with appointing Supreme Court Judges and whether or not the potential judge's belief on pro-life issues would influence Obama/McCain's decision to appoint them.
Senator Obama was very clear about the fact that he believes Roe v. Wade was a good decision and he supports a woman's choice to abort. He also made it clear that a potential Supreme Court Judge's view on this subject would matter to him.
I realize that there are other issues on the table. Our country is in a serious economic meltdown and we are in a war that many citizens do not support. Lack of health care is a problem for many and our educational system needs help.
But I cannot help but think that the issue of abortion is a fundamental one that sets the moral climate of our country. Until this practice of allowing mothers the option to have their babies killed is stopped, NOTHING in our country will be as it should.
I'm a big believer in the principal of sowing and reaping. If American Christians vote in a man who promises tax breaks and health care, choosing the promise of economic help, while turning a blind eye to the fact that this man supports the mass murder of innocent lives, then we will all reap from that decision.
Our country hangs in the balance of what happens at the polls in a few weeks.
Pray, people...please pray.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
First, I decided that since I was planning to be in the kitchen most of the morning, I would bake some bread too. I threw all the ingredients for my honey wheat bread to mix and knead in the KitchenAid so it could be rising while I went on to the next thing.
I took out two large pots. In one, I put one 5 lb. pack of ground beef, covered it with water and turned the heat to high. In the other pot, I filled it with water, added salt and put over high heat to come to a boil.
I got out my food processor and chopped three onions. Two of them I used in the recipes and the other one I put in a small freezer bag and froze to use later.
When the water started warming in the ground beef pot, I began stirring to break up the meat. As the water in the other pot came to a boil, I stirred in 2 lb. of ziti and set the timer.
After the pasta and beef were cooked and drained, I used 1 lb. of the ground beef and assembled four pans of Baked Ziti, covered with aluminum foil, wrote on the top with a Sharpie and popped them in the freezer (we love Sister Shubert rolls and I keep the pans to use for this).
Then I put 2 lbs. of cooked meat in containers and put them in the freezer.
With the other 2 lb. of cooked beef, I made a pot of Sloppy Joes. When that cooled, I divided it into three containers and froze them.
By this time, the bread was ready for the oven, so I put them in to cook.
I opened the other pack of ground beef and set up my kitchen table with:
2 large bowls
a cookie sheet (with sides)
two cooking racks (inside the cookie sheet)
an oblong baking dish
Tupperware hamburger press and 4 containers
In one bowl, I dumped all the ingredients for meatballs (using 2 lb. beef). In the other, I put the ingredients for meatloaf (using 2 lb. of beef). With the last pound of ground beef, I formed 4 hamburger patties and froze them.
Wearing the gloves, I mixed the meatloaf and formed two loaves, arranging them sideways in the baking dish. Then I mixed the meatballs, formed them into balls (about 3 dozen) and arranged them on the racks inside the cookie sheet.
As the bread finished baking, I put the meatballs and meatloaves in the oven for 25 minutes (this will half-cook the meatloaves and I'll finish cooking them when I take them out to defrost). After they cooled, the meatballs went into 3 freezer bags and the loaves were wrapped individually in aluminum foil to freeze.
So after a busy morning, I ended up with at least 15 meals in my freezer:
2 lb. cooked ground beef (to use for tacos or casseroles)
4 pans of Baked Ziti
3 bags of cooked meatballs (to use with spaghetti, BBQ sauce or brown gravy)
4 hamburger patties
3 containers of Sloppy Joes
Here are my recipes:
2 lb. ground beef
½ c. bread crumbs (or oatmeal)
¼ c. milk
¾ t. salt
¼ t. pepper
½ t. Worcestershire
1 onion, chopped
Mix all ingredients; shape into 1 ½-Inch meatballs. Bake on racks on cookie sheet at 425 degrees for 25 minutes. Freeze in freezer bags.
2 lb. ground beef
¼ c. chopped onion
1 small can tomato sauce
¼ c. ketchup + extra for top
2 slices bread, crumbled
1 egg, beaten
salt, pepper, garlic powder to taste
brown sugar for topping
Mix all ingredients and form into loaves. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. Take from the oven and drain grease. Wrap individually with foil. When ready to cook, defrost and spread additional ketchup on top & sprinkle with brown sugar. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
2 lb. dry ziti pasta
1 onion, chopped
1 lb. ground beef, cooked
2 jars/cans spaghetti sauce
Provolone, sliced (6 oz.)
Mozzarella Cheese, shredded (8 oz.)
2 T. grated Parmesan cheese
Cook pasta & drain. Saute' onion and then mix with pasta and spaghetti sauce. Divide into 4 aluminum baking pans. Arrange slices of provolone cheese on top and sprinkle with Mozzarella and Parmesan. Cover with foil. After defrosting, bake 30 minutes at 350 degrees, or until cheeses are melted.
2 lb ground beef, cooked
1 onion, chopped
1 green pepper, chopped
1 1/3 c. ketchup
1 ½ c. Coke (or other soft drink)
3 T. vinegar
2 T. Worstershire Sauce
2 t. honey
2 t. dry mustard (or 4 t. prepared)
2 t. garlic
Salt/Pepper to taste
1 T. cornstarch
Sauté onions and peppers in a little olive oil. Add all ingredients except cornstarch. Mix well. Simmer 15-20 minutes. Stir in cornstarch and cook another 5 minutes. Freeze in individual containers.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
When the market goes down, stress levels go up. At this point, it's impossible to predict the toll that all this mess will have on our society. I heard a report today that says domestic violence has increased, along with emotional and health problems. Statistics show that financial problems are the leading cause of divorce, so when the dust clears, it is heartbreaking to know how many families will be destroyed.
As Christians, we are told to be in the world, but not of the world. The cares of this world should not effect us as those who live without hope. Perhaps that should be easier to do, but I think for most of us, we are used to living our lives in a certain manner and we feel that we deserve to be able to continue that lifestyle.
Tonight I was thinking about the verses that tell us to not worry about what we are going to eat or drink and to not worry about tomorrow. God promises to provide for all our needs...so then why do we worry? Is it that we just don't believe, or are we like the Israelites in the desert? I fear that manna would not be good enough for our palates. We expect more. After all, we are Americans!
Lord have mercy on us.
We are a proud and stiff-necked people. We plan our days and weeks and live as if we are in control. We put so much value in the things that are temporal, but we are slow to consider the eternal.
I have to remind myself that God is not an American. He is not a Republican. He's not even a Baptist. Our efforts to "flavor" the Gospel to suit our agendas does not change the Truth of the Word of God.
What is the best stress reliever that I can think of in these scary times?
1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." 3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence. 4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. 5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, 6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. 7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. 8 You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. 9 If you make the Most High your dwelling-- even the Lord, who is my refuge-- 10 then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. 11 For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; 12 they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. 13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. 14 "Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. 15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. 16 With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.
Butternut Squash Soufflé
3 cups cooked mashed butternut squash
2/3 cups Splenda Granular
1 large egg
3 egg whites
1 tablespoon margarine, melted
¾ teaspoon cinnamon
½ teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon baking powder
¼ teaspoon salt
1/3 cup light sour cream
2 tablespoons flour
3 tablespoons Splenda Granular
1 tablespoon margarine, melted
¼ teaspoon cinnamon
3 tablespoons pecans, finely chopped
Preheat oven to 350. Coat a 2-quart casserole with Pam. Prick squash with a knife in several places and place in microwave. Cook on high for 8-10 minutes. Remove and cut squash in half lengthwise. When cool enough to handle, scoop out seeds. Place halves, cut side down, in a glass baking dish; add ¼ cup water, cover tightly with plastic wrap (or lid), and place back in microwave for 10 more minutes or until flesh is very soft. Scoop out flesh into a large bowl. Add remaining soufflé ingredients and beat until well blended. Spoon into a baking dish and smooth top.
In a small bowl, combine all topping ingredients and mix with fork or fingers until crumbly. Cover top of soufflé with crumb mixture. Bake 30-35 minutes until soufflé puffs up in the center and top is well browned.
(Per ½ cup serving: Calories 120, Fat 5 grams (2 saturated), Carbs 15 grams, Fiber 3 grams, Protein 4 grams, Sodium 180 mg)
Thursday, October 9, 2008
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
TWO BIRTHDAYS...TWO TOTALLY DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES
This past week two little ones had birthdays.One little girl we call our princess. She turned 7 amidst much rejoicing complete with presents, a special breakfast, cards, decorations, plenty of photos and videotaping, and love and laughter. This little princess is greatly cherished and the memories of almost losing her during childbirth make us all the more grateful. She is being given the best that we can give her in life. Most likely, she will have scores and scores of birthdays in her life...a life full of promise and amazing possibilities.
The second little one we don't know. She was born this week on her one and only birthday. There will never be parties thrown for her. She won't open up presents and smile for the camera as her daddy says "cheese" for the umpteenth time. She won't be asked what kind of cake she wants or receive "happy birthday" calls from her grandma. She won't grow up with a gaggle of brothers and sisters teaching her how to jump rope or dance to The Wiggles. She'll never sit on her earthly daddy's lap and be told how much she is loved. Only her Heavenly Father will hold this little girl and let her know that she is His precious one forever. For the day that was her birth day, is the only birthday this little one will ever know.
On Sunday morning, within walking distance of the state capitol building, several churches, ministries, and hospitals, a dear friend made a tragic discovery. This person is one of the homeless people who worships alongside our family at the outdoor worship service we attend on Sunday afternoons. She smiles at me and my heart is blessed to overflowing. I love her heartfelt hugs and how sweet she is to my baby. But this dear woman is absolutely devastated because yesterday morning, she found a little baby, one of God's precious creations, dead beside a dumpster...it's umbilical cord cut with a broken bottle and left lying there to die.
You'd think that something of this nature would be headline news. You'd think that folks would be both outraged and appalled...that our city and those who are Christians would be stirred up out of their complacency and worries about trivial matters and saying "we've got to do something to change the lives and hearts of those in our city!"
But there is no widespread grief or outrage...because except for the few that live down in that crime-ridden, impoverished area, no one knows. The police know. And any other involved officials are going to know...but where are the articles and tv news features? I've been searching the tv stations and newspaper websites since yesterday and I can't find that anyone knows about it or if they know, finds it newsworthy enough to write about.
A baby...a precious, made-in-God's-image baby was found in a TRASH DUMPSTER and that's not news that our community needs to know about? Be shocked about? Be horror-stricken over? Be motivated to DO something about? We can't save this little one, but what about others like her? What do we need to be doing as Christians to bring about change? It's not stricter laws nor more lenient laws. Good laws do help...laws that allow new moms to leave their babies in safe places with no questions asked are good.
But that's not enough.
The basic problem lies in an inner-city culture that has not only been consumed by death and destruction, some of it self-inflicted, but also by a suburban culture that has turned it's back on the inner-city. The majority of folks living in the burbs have either fled Jackson due to crime, high taxes, poor public schools, and a messed up city government or they've never lived there and plan on spending as little time there as possible.
Many people are downright afraid of Jackson. They watch the news and hear of all the murders and robberies and rapes. They drive through with locked doors on their way to the zoo or the museums or the concerts and see the crack houses and gang graffiti.
They can afford to stay away, live someplace safe, and in the process, they can forget about the inner-city and those who desperately, desperately, desperately need the love of Jesus ministered to their lives. They need to know that God loves them. They need to know that there is hope in Jesus. They need to know that they can escape this hell-on-earth. They need to know that they are not forgotten. They need to know the love of a Father that they've never seen on this earth.
I'm not naive. I've been around long enough to know that there are some people that are not going to change no matter what. There are some people that will choose crime and death over redemption and life. But there are others who are willing to change....they just need someone to help show them the way. I've met those who have changed. It can happen. God is the author of beautiful life stories...stories of beauty from ashes.
I can't help but think how different the headlines would be today if that precious little one had been found dead in one of our affluent suburbs. But she wasn't. She was born among those left behind...those who couldn't afford to flee. She was born to "one of those" kind of people.We know some folks who God has called. Amy Lancaster and her family left a big house in an affluent neighborhood in a safe town outside of Jackson and moved back to be among "those" kind of people.
They love their neighbors and do everything they can to point them to God and His good, redemptive plan for their lives. And she hears on a regular basis that what they are doing is crazy and pointless. That "those kind of people" will never change. That basically, they just need to be walled off from the rest of society until they kill themselves off.
Two little ones.
Two different lives.
One is greatly treasured and has a beautiful life ahead of her.
One is now with her Heavenly Father because she was born to someone who didn't know the value of life...her life and her baby's life.
And all over our state, our country, our world, there are two kinds of little children....those who are loved and have hope, and those who are living surrounded by death and destruction.
And all over our world are two kinds of people...those who know and do nothing, and those who know and are called to action.
If we bear the name of Christ, if we call ourselves Christians, there should be no doubt which camp we find ourselves in.
Not all of us are called to move into the inner-city. God has unique callings on each Christian. I am not about to sit here and say that we should all be carbon copy ministers.
But we should all be making sure that we are doing what God has called us to do in this world.
We should not let fear or laziness or ignorance stop us.
Shane Claiborne says that it's not that American Christians don't care about the poor, we don't know the poor.
I would expand that to say that it's not just the poor that we don't know, we also don't know those in desperate need of spiritual hope and deliverance. We've become isolated from them for a myriad of reasons...busyness, laziness, ignorance, selfishness, fear, insecurities, cynicism, prejudice, fear of failure, and even plain and simple lack of love.
I had a friend one time who told me she didn't want to hear the facts about a hard subject because then she would have to act. I think that's how many of us in the Christian church think.
I can't go down to the innercity ministries and not get emotionally involved. If I go, I'm going to get to know "those kind of people". I'm going to hear about the abuse they are experiencing, the closets they sleep in, the fears they have, the addictions they fight, the diseases that are killing them, and I'm going to care.
And once I care, I must act.
I can't do it all. But I can do what He has called and equipped me to do.
It hurts to care. But it hurts too badly not to care....it hurts them, it hurts me, and it hurts my Lord.
For whatever I do, or don't do , for the least of these, I do it, or don't do it, unto Him.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
When I was younger, Christmas was a huge deal. My mother loved the holidays. She loved decorating the house...in fact, almost every room had decorations somewhere. She loved to give gifts. She would start months ahead, shopping for bargains...and hide them away until it was time (more than once she discovered hidden gifts long after the holiday). She would have some little something tucked away for unexpected visitors. She loved cooking her traditional Christmas cakes and pies. On Christmas Eve, she surrounded herself with her family for our seafood gumbo dinner and then we all gathered around the huge decorated tree with mountains of gifts that we all exchanged.
After I moved away, it seemed the older I got, the more I lost the Christmas spirit...at least until I would drive the 150 miles to her house. When I opened the door, the sights and smells of the season would assault my senses and I would be transformed into the child that I once was...anxious to poke around the tree to see if I could find any gifts with my name on them...and to taste a slice of my mom's squash pie. When it got dark, I would turn off the lights in the living room and watch the colored lights twinkling on the tree, while listening to a scratchy Bing Crosby LP singing White Christmas. It was during those times that I realized that Christmas for me meant coming home...to family and traditions.
Those days are long gone. My mom has been gone six years now. Even before she died, she didn't have the energy to "do" Christmas like she always had, so we had started having our family celebration at other places...but it just never was the same again.
Now I am the mother and the grandmother. What I've been thinking about is the traditions that I want my children and grandchildren to remember when I am gone. I want to create special memories with them that will carry through to their families...and that they will remember as a wonderful time to just enjoy being a kid...no matter how old they are.
I also want them to learn the joy of giving back...to know that it is indeed more blessed to give than to receive. I think that might be one of the greatest gifts that I can give them.