Mrs. Steiner's Household

Black Bottom Cupcakes

2012-02-01T15:59:00.000-08:00

These are my family's most sought after recipe when looking for a dessert that will please.

They're not healthy. They're not conducive to weight loss.

But they're good. Oh so good. Chocolate and cream cheese--it's a match made in heaven. (No seriously, I'm pretty sure God created cows right by the cocao plant.)

1 8oz. package cream cheese, softened

1 egg

1/3 c. sugar

1/8 t. salt

1 c. semi-sweet chocolate chips

1 1/2 c. flour

1 c. sugar

1/3 c. cocoa powder

1 t. baking soda

1/2 t. salt

1 c. water

1/3 c. oil

1 T. vinegar

1 T. vanilla

Preheat oven to 350*.

Combine cream cheese, egg, sugar and salt in a small mixing bowl. Beat well. Add chocolate chips. Set aside.

Combine flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda and salt in large mixing bowl. Add water, oil, vinegar, and vanilla. Beat well.

Fill muffin tins with cupcake liners. Fill liners 1/3-1/2 full of batter. Top each batter filled liner with heaping teaspoonfuls of cream cheese mixture.

Bake for 30-35 minutes, until springy and toothpick inserted comes out clean.

I'm telling you...when you get started on these...they don't last long.

They're good to the last..crumb.

And then you'll want another one.

Last time I made these...I was rather embarrassed by how many I actually consumed.

But it's okay, because this time, they're not staying in the house..so I shan't be as tempted.

Enjoy!

Pasta Salad

2012-01-19T09:32:00.000-08:00

I have been craving veggies something awful late.

Maybe it's my body screaming "help!" after all the burritos, chips and such that I've been eating.

So I made pasta salad. YUM.

This is my own version of it, because I can never find one I like.

Kylie's Pasta Salad

1 pkg. bowtie pasta (or any whole grain pasta you desire), cooked according to package directions

1 cucumber, cut in chunks

1 pint grape tomatoes, sliced in half

2 celery ribs, chopped

4 large carrots, thinly sliced

1/4 c. feta cheese

3 green onions, thinly sliced

You could also add about a cup of lightly steamed broccoli, or diced bell peppers.

Combine all of this in large bowl.

For the dressing:

Drizzle over salad,

1/8 c. olive oil

3-4 T. balsamic vinegar

1 t. Spike seasoning

salt and pepper to taste

a dash or two of garlic powder

1 T. dill weed

Toss to combine.

I seriously love this recipe...and I've eaten 4 or 5 bowls of it since I made it last night.

Fish Tacos

2012-01-05T17:43:00.000-08:00

Tonight we made fish tacos on homemade corn tortillas... YUM. I've been so inspired by this new book I got, and I saw pictures of pita bread, and tortillas topped in all sorts of yummy things...and then lime on top...and wow...that lime just really completed the image. And then I was in the mood for fish...and so now you know how it all came to be.

Corn Tortillas

2 c. Masa Harina (instant corn flour that's treated with lime)

1/2 t. salt

1 1/2 cups warm water (you may need a bit more to achieve desired texture

Knead thoroughly. Let set in bowl covered with plastic wrap for 30 minutes. Form into patties. (If it's too dry, the edges will crackle). Press with a tortilla press, or roll between wax paper and fry on the stove on dry pan.

Fish Tacos

8 fish fillets (we used talapia)

Olive oil

seafood seasoning

cilantro

taco seasoning

cumin, chili powder and paprika

salt

I patted the fish dry with paper towels, and then rubbed them all over with olive oil.

Season fish to liking. We grilled them...yum! When fish is medium-well, and flaky, crumble, and top your tortilla with the fish,

Cheddar cheese

spinach

tomato

avocado

and fresh squeezed lime

Yum. So easy. So good.

And so from Kylie's Kitchen.

Did I mention it's healthy too?

Fish is great for Omega 3's...essential fatty acids, that we never get enough of. These essential fatty acids are great for preventing heart disease, heart attack...are fantastic for your skin and brain function.

The Spinach is high in essential vitamins and minerals and the citrus helps break it down so your body can absorb the iron.

It's a Wonderful Life.

2011-10-28T07:06:00.000-07:00

I had one of the worst dreams ever last night. But it was one of those dreams that doesn't go away because you've woke yourself up. Every time I fell back asleep, it was there again.

Of course, like Nathan says, my dreams are wild and weird anyway. But despite that, sometimes they strike a little too close. To my heart.

Maybe it's just a suppressed fear. Maybe it's the fact we just got life insurance. Maybe it's just a weird dream. I don't know.

But I dreamed all night that Nathan was dying. Those details are a little fuzzy, but some vital organ was enlarged, and we were really just waiting for it to explode (for a lack of better word coming to my mind right now) and him to die. And maybe it wasn't all night...more like 3 to 7. Which is still a very long time.

And all night long, my heart ached.

And I thought about all that I would miss.

I would so miss his companionship. And his sense of humor. And the way he teases me without picking on me (usually!). I would miss his breath on my neck as we sleep, my body fitted to his. I would miss falling asleep to him praying so many nights (I can't help it, his voice soothes me!). I would miss the way he plays with the kids, and loves on them...and the look he gets in his eyes when he says "They're growing up honey...". I would miss talking with him before we fall asleep. And the way he comes up behind me and puts his hands on my hips, and kisses me. His value for human life, and how he longs, hopes for and loves each child we're given, and each yet to come. I would miss his body. And the way he looks at me when I say something really dumb. I would miss his leadership, and his stability. I would miss his ability to hold his tongue. And yes, I would even miss the things that drive me crazy...like how he can't close a dresser drawer to save his life, and when he cooks, he leaves all the cupboard doors open. The way he ALWAYS drives straight through the curve at the Hazard turn; and his socks and work clothes laying in the kitchen, left where he shed them when he got home.

We need to treasure what we have while we've got it. Maybe you have both forgotten how to treasure what you have, and no you feel there is no treasure left. I assure you, you do.

It's not too late. To put your ALL into loving, serving, treasuring and caring for that one person (and little persons) that have been put in your life to bless it. But it's called investing. What you put into something determines what you get out of it. If we sit back, waiting to be served, and loved and cherished. Nothing is going to happen. We have to serve. We have to love. We have to cherish. And sometimes it takes more on our part. And sometimes we don't get the response we need. As William Johnson said (who was he anyway?):

"If it is to be, it is up to me."

I want no regrets. I want to know, at the end of my life, or the end of Nathan's life, that I served him and loved him faithfully. I want my children, after they grow up and leave home, to come back and know that Mom always loved them, cherished them, and guided them in the right path.

I know that I can not cling too tightly to my husband, to my children, or anyone else that means so much to me. For they are not mine. God has His will, and I will not meddle.

I have hope, if something should happen to Nathan in the near future, and when something does happen to him someday. And when something happens to me. We've has been redeemed by the blood of Christ. Our sin is blotted out, and I know that I will be in heaven with him someday. I know that we won't be married in heaven, but I know that heaven will be much better than anything on this life.

Until then, I will cherish my loved ones, and cherish my God.

Yummy "Ice Cream" Recipe

2011-10-15T16:14:00.000-07:00

I have extra children this weekend.

So the demographics in our house have changed to 4 children under the age of 3.

Craziness ensues.

But I still wanted to make sure everyone is having a good time.

SO.....

I came up with the following recipe. Totally kid-friendly. Totally healthy. Totally for picky eaters.

Peanut Butter Banana "Ice Cream"

Ingredients:

-About 3 frozen bananas, broke into pieces before freezing

-1 banana, room temperature

-1/8-1/4 c. raw cacao powder

-1/2 c. honey

-1 tsp. vanilla

-2 or 3 spoonfuls of natural peanut butter

-1/8 c. cacao nibs

That's a good start, don't you think?

Alright, toss the bananas, cacao powder, vanilla, peanut butter and honey in your food processor.

Yum.

I love that tasty picture.

If you want a milder flavored ice cream, with little banana flavor, use barely ripe bananas.

Blend it all up. (It might take a bit). You want the bananas to be all whipped up. I made the mistake of adding a bit of coconut milk, and the end result was a little too soupy, but the last time I made it, I didn't use any liquid, and it was about the consistency of soft-serve. Yum!

Once the banana mixture is all whipped, add the cacao nibs, and process it again, just until the nibs are blended in.

End result:

Like I said, a little soupier than what I wanted, but still yummy. (And VERY chocolatey...and well, if you don't like that, you really have no reason reading this blog...:D Just kidding. Sort of.)

You might assume from Judah's facial emotions, that he's less than thrilled. But that's his happy face. And his angry face. And his sad face. And his thrilled face...and, well, you get the idea.

This is Haddie Jo's happy face.

You might think you can substitute cocoa, or chocolate chips, for the raw cacao....but that seriously takes away nutrients. Raw Cacao (which is raw chocolate bean), is a superfood that had high amounts of antioxidants, and is a great source of calcium, magnesium, phosphorus, and many others. Chocolate also contains sugar, which raw cacao doesn't.

Honey, also, is great for you, and has a much lower glycemic index, which prevents that sugar high which frequently accompanies sweet treats.

So go on...make some!

The final {40th} day of Nathan's fast!

2011-09-23T19:21:00.000-07:00

Nathan has officially accomplished 40 days of his juice fast!

He looks A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.

He's consumed only water and juice (and the occasional prune for obvious reasons).

For FORTY days.

And guess how much weight he's lost?

40 pounds.

His body is so much slimmer, his face is thinner and clearer, and he has SO much more energy. I feel like I truly have my husband back. He runs and plays with the kids more, and doesn't mind carrying them both. He does more around the house. He's happier....oh, so much happier.

If I only could lose my leftover baby jiggle, it would be like we were newly married again. Except better, because now we have adorable children, and we have so much more love for each other.

Anyway, he's letting me post before and after pictures! (COMPLETELY untouched!)

Don't think I need to tell which is before and which is after, do I?

Not sure how he had gained all of that weight...well, let me re-phrase that. HE wasn't sure how he'd gained that much weight...but of course I told him it was from drinking pop like it was going out of style.

Yep. That high fructose corn syrup. It'll get ya every time.

Some of you might be wondering what happened to my juice fast. Well, I woke up on day 5 feeling rather funny...dizzy, and lethargic, and I was having problems with orthostatic hypotension. I really think my problems were caused by not drinking ENOUGH juice (I think I should try it again, and drink smaller quantities of juice about once every hour or two), and I'm thinking (since I'm borderline hypoglycemic), that I should eat a handful of nuts or something to give me a protein boost to help stabilize my blood sugar.

So someday, you'll see my before and after. :D

Juice fast: Day 4

2011-09-01T20:34:00.000-07:00

Ten days left!

I've decided to allow myself some fresh fruits and veggies (again, raw), during the entirety, instead of just the first 4 or 5 days. I'm not doing so well with nothing in my stomach except juice. And I'm still losing weight, so I'm not too worried. And since it's all fresh, it'll be good fiber to clean out my colon, and live enzymes, and good nutrients.

I came up with this great little snack for the in-between times.

Very Veggie Avocado Stackers

1/2 avocado

1 large zucchini

2 radishes

1 small cucumber

1 roma tomato

minced dill

a bit of garlic powder

Peel the zucchini and sliver to the width of a cracker (you will only need a 4 inch or so length of zucchini. Spread the avocado on the zucchini "crackers". Top with slivered radishes, cucumber, and tomato. Sprinkle the dill and garlic over the top.

Voila!

It was actually pretty yummy, and it helped to just take the edge of the hunger. And good for you? Oh yes!

I exercised once again today. I didn't feel sore at all this morning, or today...until this evening. Now I'm beginning to feel it. I also couldn't figure out why it was so hard to run this morning. Then I discovered my dear husband had turned up the incline. No wonder.

Am I struggling through all of this? You bet. I feel like I'm going to die when I run. And it's all I can do not to grab a Cheez-it, that I am, for some reason, allowing the children to eat. But mainly I'm craving healthy things...like homemade strawberry preserves over whole grain bread....or tacos...or a carmeled apple.

Okay, so maybe a carmeled apple isn't so good for you, but I'm craving it. :D

Juice Fast: Day 3

2011-08-31T19:43:00.000-07:00

Day 3 is accomplished. They say the first 3 days are the hardest. I hope so. Today hasn't been too bad really...I haven't felt hungry, but things sound good. So I'm differentiating between "wants" and "needs".

I "want" a brownie.

I don't "need" a brownie.

There is a section in the 'Large Family Logistics' book where the author talks about self control, exercise and diet. She says to think before you eat, if the item you are eating is for instant gratification, or delayed gratification. For instance...I want the cookie, but is the cookie going to help the dimples on my thighs, or keep my tummy lean? It's delaying the instant gratification of the cookie or brownie (or too many cookies and brownies) for the delayed gratification of looking and feeling better.

I've been thinking a lot about that the past 3 days. And really, that, and the fact that I'm blogging this whole experience, is what's keeping me going. I've also been thinking about that whole concept in regards to exercise as well. It might feel better to not exercise right now...but later, if I DO exercise, I'll feel a lot better.

See, I finally DID exercise today. How long has it been? Far too long. I did my pilates for flexibility, and pilates for the abs (talk about feeling a burn), I ran for *almost* a mile and walked the rest, and did about 25 crunches. Compared to some people, that's nothing. Compared to my activity for the last 15 years of my life..that's awesome.

Tonight, Nathan's made a juice that is about as good as Kool-Aid. Honestly, I'd prefer this to Kool-Aid.

Better Than Kool-Aid

4 or 5 cups watermelon, cubed

1 orange

1 lemon

Put all through the juicer. Serve over ice.

Perhaps this would be even better with another orange, but either way, I'm really liking it.

Oh, and have I mentioned how long Nathan's been on his juice fast? 17 days! Woo-hoo! Go Nathan! Have I mentioned how insanely proud of him I am? He's lost 22-ish pounds, and he's still going.

(I'm trying to convince him to post his before and after pictures, no matter how embarrassing they may be!)

Juice Fast: Day 2

2011-08-30T15:52:00.000-07:00

Today has been way easier than yesterday. I haven't had anything cooked or non-vegetable, aside from a very small bite of hotdog, I was giving to Haddie Jo, and forgot myself.

I don't really feel very hungry. I didn't wake up hungry either.

I've drank one 24 oz glass of our basic green juice in the late morning, and had a few veggies and some fruit for lunch (all raw). I've lost 5 lbs from Sunday night.

Pinterest is still killing me with all the yumminess that is tantalizing my eyes.

Some of you may ask, "Aren't you going to gain all of that weight back again when you're done?"

Well, the point is to maintain the weight lost by eating healthier, and controlling portion size better. This sort of gives you a jump start, and helps boost the metabolism. And really, who can deny a really full dose of vitamins and minerals? Juicing can help "re-train" your tastebuds, so that sweet things are too sweet, and the desire is for healthier food, as opposed to the Standard American Diet (furthermore referred to as SAD).

The SAD is full of high fructose corn syrup (which causes 45% more weight gain than sugar alone...and you'd be surprised what contains high fructose corn syrup); White flour (which means all of the nutrition has been removed); Sugar (which has NO nutritional benefit at all, and does a great deal of harm to our bodies); and an overabundance of processed oils (which cause cholesterol issues...high counts of omega 6's, and obesity).

Our goal is to stay away from the SAD, and try to eat a TON more vegetables, and continue with whole grains, using more natural sweeteners and whole foods.

Fast: Evening of day one

2011-08-29T17:11:00.000-07:00

It's 7 pm.

I'm starving. Not literally. I'm just hungry. For brownies and tacos. And anything I see on Pinterest. Seriously, I wish I could block the amazing looking recipes on Pinterest for say...2 weeks.

Other than that, everything's fine!

I have so much more respect for my husband. I can't believe he's gone 2 weeks, and is STILL going.

Oh by the way, if you're curious where our inspiration came from for this...check it out HERE.

Juice Fast: Day 1

2011-08-29T11:33:00.000-07:00

Had you thought I'd forgotten about my poor blog?

Almost. Not quite. Life has been wild, crazy, emotional and weird lately, and someday I'll fill you all in.

Right now though, I'm starting a juice fast, and thought I'd chronicle my journey.

Nathan's been juice fasting for 2 weeks now. *gasp* If you know my husband, that should shock you. And

I can't help but be entirely overwhelmed and proud of him, and somewhat jealous of how amazing he is looking. An amazing looking husband deserves an amazing looking wife, right? Right. So therefore, I'm starting MY fast.

I'm juicing fresh fruits and vegetables for 14 days (or longer, depending on how I feel). And I'm eating fresh fruits and veggies for only the first 4 or 5 days. After that, it's only juice (and water) for me. So for these first 4 or 5 days, there will be nothing cooked, nothing non-fruit or vegetable.

So what has today looked like?

This morning, Nathan made a pitcher full of our basic green juice. This concoction includes:

2 or 3 cucumbers

a few handfuls of greens (kale, spinach, collard greens)

a small handful of parsley

5 or 6 carrots

2 apples

1 lemon

a sliver of ginger

Sometimes we'll also add a beet, a sweet potato and/or tomatoes. All run through our Champion juicer.

I drank a 20 oz cup of that this morning. And then for lunch I had a kiwi juice cocktail. This includes:

2 kiwis

1 apple

1 pear

3 or 4 handfuls of green grapes

Yum!

How do I feel? Not bad. Meat sounds really good right now. But other than that...I'm doing great, and I don't feel hungry. My body is definitely beginning to clean itself out though. That's okay though, because most people can easily have 10-15 pounds of gunk clogging up their colon. Yuck! Let's get rid of that.

An Ode to Motherhood Part 1

2011-05-06T13:17:00.000-07:00

This will be my third Mother's Day.

I'm pretty sure I came out of the womb thinking "Wow! What an incredible experience! I want to do THAT when I grow up!"

Okay, maybe not, but I for sure, as a little girl, was thinking that the plastic dolls sure weren't cutting it, and looking forward to the day when I could have my own real babies. I think it was sometime around then that I started counting down to the day when I would be 18, and could get married and start having babies.

(But of course, 18 doesn't necessarily equate the sudden existence of a good marry with whom to marry...)

Well, obviously, I found my good man (at the ripe old age of 20). And I thought for sure I'd want to wait 2 years to get pregnant, and then space my children out 2-2 1/2 years each.

Well, it didn't take long before we both were wanting a baby and I was pregnant by our first anniversary. Judah was not the ideal experience in terms of pregnancy and delivery, but after all that, motherhood completely appealed to me. Then I discovered I was pregnant with Hadassah right around the time Judah turned 7 months old. So much for my timeline, huh?

Really and truly, I think I had pretty realistic visions of motherhood. You know, the sleepless nights, the constant diaper changes, all of that practical stuff. But there were two things I hadn't bargained on.

Firstly, I was not prepared for how much I could Love.

There is nothing that prepares a woman for such a strong emotion. Not even marriage. The love a woman gives her man is just different enough than the love a woman bestows upon her child.

Sometimes I look at my children and nearly weep, because I don't know how else to express the love I have for them.

The second thing I was not prepared for is the very near fatal wound on selfishness motherhood has struck on my sinful flesh. Nothing prepared me for the refinement God performs through the vocation of motherhood. Really, and truly, I don't know how readily a lesson in selflessness occurs apart from motherhood. The hours in my day are not my hours. They belong to my children and my husband.

This is NOT a curse! This is a wonderful thing! Where, and on whom better for my hours to be spent!

We should long and embrace the refinement God has for us (whether through motherhood or otherwise). I have grown so much in my time as a mother, and I like who I am so much more than the carefree woman I was.

Motherhood is not something we should put off...not something to dread. Neither should it be taken lightly. Raising a child, directing that child's path is a very serious task. But it is a task well worth the taking.

Even through the sleepless nights, sickness, and tantrums, I remember the gummy smiles, the sound of "Mommy" on my child's lips, the hugs and sloppy kisses, and the utter adoration in my children's eyes.

And never will I regret choosing to embrace the children God has given me, instead of rejecting His blessings. On my deathbed, I will not be alone, but I will be surrounded by the dearest gifts God can give.

Mrs. Steiner Comments on Osama Bin Laden's Death

2011-05-05T14:22:00.000-07:00

With all of the news, articles, hype, twittering and Facebooking about Osama Bin Laden's death, I felt I couldn't go on without my own commentary. ( I let everyone with their own ideas comment in their own virtual space, and now I am in my own virtual space, please allow me to comment as well.)

My thoughts begin with more of a question. Why are we celebrating the death of a human being?

Oh yes, Bin Laden was a very twisted, cold and cruel person, but, as evidenced by the fact that he could be killed, he was human. And what made him cold and cruel were the teachings of his religion. He wasn't evil for the sake of evil, but for the sake of his beliefs. Does that make his deeds right? Of course not! The works wrought under his leadership are nothing short of horrendous, and such criminal acts do deserve justice.

But justice does not necessitate exultation.

Instead, I suggest that justice ought to be performed with appropriate and genuine sobriety. Realizing that as we bring a human to justice (when justice is necessary), to recall the humanity and mortality of the person. Especially if we are to call ourselves redeemed children of God.

Obviously Bin Laden has committed in his life sins unspeakable.

But are not all our sins unspeakable? Are we not all traitors against God?

We all deserve to be hunted, executed and sent to hell.

So why should we long, desire and rejoice in such for another?

Perhaps we should mourn that Osama Bin Laden was most likely never redeemed by the blood of Christ. Perhaps we should mourn that we shall quite possibly never have the brilliant surprise of seeing Bin Laden in heaven. Perhaps we should see him not just as a terrorist, but as a lost soul.

Yes, justice was due Osama Bin Laden.

Yes, I am thankful for the military that risks everything to protect our country.

But yes, perhaps we should all retain some gravity in the wake of such justice.

ONLY 31 days...

2011-04-27T17:30:00.000-07:00

...to a clean house?

Sign me up!

I stumbled upon this book here. This book is supposed to NOT ONLY help me make the time I need to be with my Savior, but also keep my house clean! These two things, with 2 little people thrown in, almost never entirely get accomplished. Needless to say, I'm intrigued.

Right now, just by blogging about this book, I'll get a free copy.

Hmm...what could be better? Perhaps it'll help me get organized. And perhaps by blogging about it, YOU too can get organized.

What could be better?

Apple Spinach Salad with Poppyseed Vinaigrette

2011-03-07T09:11:00.000-08:00

This is my companion dish to the Fiesta Pineapple Talipia.

Apple Spinach Salad

3 large handfuls of spinach

half an apple, chopped

1/4 c. dried cranberries

1/4 slivered toasted almonds

Layer toppings over spinach.

Poppyseed Vinaigrette

1/2 c. Extra virgin olive oil

1/3 c. apple cider vinegar

3 T. honey

1 t. apple juice concentrate

1 T. poppy seeds

Combine in airtight container, and shake to blend ingredients. Drizzle over salad.

Fiesta Pineapple Tilapia with Pineapple Quinoa

2011-03-07T09:02:00.000-08:00

I bought a giant box of talipia a week or so ago, and have been trying to come up with unique recipes with which to make it. I've decided we should be eating more fish in our household. Fish is a lean meat, high in Omega 6 and essential fatty acids; it's great for brain development, stabilizing heart rhythm, among a great many other things. Talipia is a good choice as well, because it doesn't have a very strong fish flavor.

Ingredients:

4 talipia fillets, thawed in cool water

2 T. Olive Oil

1 t. cumin

1 t. seasoning salt

1/2 t. chili powder

2 T. +1 T. Cilantro

3 T. lime juice

1 can pineapple tidbits, drained, reserving the juice

2 c. chicken broth

1 c. quinoa

salt

Pat the fish fillets dry with paper towels, and brush with olive oil. Sprinkle with seasonings and spices. Place on broiler pan. Drizzle with lime juice and top with large spoonfuls of pineapple, drizzling with some of the reserved juices, if desired. Bake at 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes.

Bring chicken broth and 1 T. cilantro to a boil in small saucepan. Add quinoa and salt. Simmer for 12-15 minutes until grain is translucent and germ is separating from the grain. Fluff with fork, and add 1/2 c. pineapple tidbits. Serve fish over quinoa.

Yummy-yum. Nathan even enjoyed this. I served it with an apple spinach salad.

More Energy--Naturally!

2011-03-05T18:13:00.000-08:00

What is the one thing that every mom wants, needs, and never has enough of?

Energy, of course!

A mom's job is rather physically demanded. When we have to nurse a newborn, discipline a toddler, and take care of something in the kitchen all at the same time; the day begins to wear on a woman!

How many times has a person watching a toddler said "If only I had that much energy..."? I know I've said it myself a great many times.

But how can you obtain the necessary energy to chase your blessings around?

1. This may be obvious, but we all forget to take the time to do it: Drink lots of water (Half of your body weight in ounces) and eat healthy. Sugar and white flours are not only things that do NOTHING for your body (health, weight and nutrition-wise), but it actually wreaks havoc on your system. Sugar destroys your immune system, stores up fat in unwanted places, adds extra wear on your organs and slows down the "activity" of your blood cells, causing them sort of "clump" together and not "flow" like they should. White flour is flour that has the bran and germ removed from it. The bran and germ are where all of the nutrition is! That being said, white flour is sort of like paper mache in your gut. It just is pasty junk that your body doesn't want, and makes your intestines, colon, etc. sluggish...which in turn, makes you sluggish.

2. Get a great Vitamin D. supplement. This not only boosts your energy, but also helps fight depression and raise your immune system. Almost everyone is deficient in Vitamin D, especially in the winter months.

3.Get a great multivitamin. Make sure to invest in a good one, because the absorption level of vitamins are vastly different. Some will just go right through you, and you won't absorb the benefits of it. Find a good homeopathic or naturopathic doctor who can suggest a good multivitamin.

4. Juicing. Juicing fresh fruits and veggies in my champion juicer boosts my energy level like you would not believe. I usually do carrots and maybe a stalk of celery or spinach. Adding an apple adds a little sweetness, if you find it necessary. I seriously do not know what I do without my juicer. Just today, I was dealing with an upset stomach and read a recipe that combined ginger, pineapple, and lemon for a tummy calmer. I added some orange to boost the Vit. C even more, and it worked wonders. Very yummy as well. (Just don't add too much ginger.)

5. Green smoothies. Green smoothies are called green smoothies, because you are using a leafy green for your main base. Here is my basic recipe:

1 apple

1 pear

juice of one lime
teaspoon of spirulina
As much spinach as you can fit in the blender
A bit of cool water

I layer all of this in the blender, making certain to put some of the fruit on top of the spinach to give it weight for better blending, and top it all off with the water and lime juice. Blend thoroughly until desired consistency, adding more water as necessary.

If you don't like this recipe, or want to try more, just Google green smoothies. I would advise to stay away from recipes that contain soy milk, as soy is found to have high amounts of hormones. This can cause problems for male persons, especially.

6. And lastly (because this is the hardest for me to accomplish) is exercise. Exercise boosts your metabolism, giving you more energy. And it also causes a surge in endorphins, giving you a brighter outlook and a feeling of well-being. And let's face it, every mom could use that.

I don't always take the time to do all of these, especially the exercise, but it makes a HUGE difference in my day.

So there you have it. These are tried and true {natural} ways of boosting your energy levels. It may take a little more time than a cup of coffee, but it lasts longer, and is better for your body.

And really, your husband and children deserve a better you.

MY husband and children deserve a better me.

Cupcakes!

2011-03-02T14:10:00.000-08:00

Last Friday, I decided to celebrate my birthday with a very dear friend who happens to have a birthday in February also. We painted ceramics with more dear friends, and ate dinner all together.

I thought such a celebration ought to include fine delicacies.

Such as cupcakes.

Another dear friend gave me an awesome book on cupcakes for my birthday, and I couldn't wait to try something.

Sooo cute!

My husband helped me make them (under some duress), however, I think he really enjoyed the challenge of trying and succeeding in making his just as good or better than mine!

The book is 'What's New Cupcake?' by Karen Tack and Alan Richardson. They have another book out as well, that I would really like to buy 'Hello Cupcake'. I love decorating cupcakes and cakes, but since they are horrible on one's body, I simply save them for special occasions.

How fun are these? Don't you just want to order your own copy of the book now?

24 years

2011-02-22T20:42:00.000-08:00

Today marks my 24th anniversary of life here on earth.

It seems like not long ago, 24 sounded like a far off number, you know, sort of how the moon is so many miles away, that it would take "forever" to reach it... But here I am.

Today was a wonderful day.

My children decided they were so excited for today, they couldn't possibly sleep in :), so we all got up. My husband wrote out his love for me in conversation hearts on our pillows. I made my own cake. {In Nathan's defense, he offered to make it, but apparently I'm a control freak, and couldn't let him do it.} My children were happy most of the day. My husband also smoked baby back ribs for my birthday dinner AND he got me 2 dozen roses. {Love!} My Grandparents came over to celebrate with us...and enjoy the yummy food with us.

It was all quite delightful.

And of course, on one's birthday, one can't help but think about time. And how it goes. And where it went.

When did I start thinking about that anyway?

When did I start thinking about how my life is passing? I used to JUST think about where it was going.

And here I am, married with children; LOVING the life God has given me. My blessings overflow, and I can not thank Him enough.

And tonight as I nursed my baby, and rocked her, and held her; I couldn't help but think of that Trace Adkins song "You're Gonna Miss This". And the words sang in my head:

You're gonna miss this
you're gonna want this back
you're going to wish these days
hadn't gone by so fast

These are some good times
So take a good look around
you may not know it now
but you're gonna miss this

Now, I'm not a huge country music fan, but the lyrics can not be ignored. They ring true.

And I just couldn't help thinking, with my baby nestled into my arms, that I was going to miss this so much some day. And I thought about how it wasn't so long ago that my Mama probably held me and thought the same thing.

And just tonight, I told my Grandpa that getting old wasn't a bad thing. And it's not. Earth is simply my journey home.

My journey is in it's 24th year. How many years exists in my journey? Only the Lord knows...but I think I'll take it one day at a time.

The Difference

2011-02-15T12:38:00.000-08:00

Stay-at-home mom.

Yeah, it's a nice title. But I prefer homemaker.

You see, the term 'stay-at-home mom' sounds more like "I stay at home and don't do anything but play with my kid all day and use it as an excuse to not work".

This is how a great many people interpret the occupation 'homemaker' to be. I am attempting to set the record straight.

Home is derived from the Old English "ham" meaning dwelling, estate, house, village and the Proto-Indo-European base "tkei"-to lie or settle down.
This combined with with the word "maker"; to make, creates a whole meaning for our occupation's title.
One who makes a dwelling to lie or settle down.
In my words I call that:

"One who creates a haven for relaxation, comfort and communion."

What better occupation can you have for those you love most?
Our husbands and children need to be drawn toward home; a steady, comfortable place to breath, refresh and restore. A center for learning, creating and thinking.
There are MANY ways you can make a home for your family.
1. Beautify and refresh your environment.
-make your home a place that is attractive and provides scope for the imagination.
2. Learn to be joyful.
-Joy is attractive and contagious. Smiling, singing and sweet words will win over the hearts of your loved ones, and draw them towards home.
3. Encourage creativity.
-Everyone is creative in their own way. Everyone loves to make something from nothing--it is reward to oneself. Have crayons, pencils, paper, clay, yarn, whatever, available for use.
4. Love AND respect your husband.
-This provides stability for your children, and encourages them to treat others well. It also helps your marriage travel a bit more to the glorious side :).
5. Keep your environment neat and tidy.
-This is a no-brainer, but so difficult for ALL of us to accomplish. However, the rewards will well pay the effort. Everyone loves a harmonious home.
If you are struggling with this might I suggest the book Large Family Logistics. This is a great resource for a family of 3 or a family of 23. I LOVE it.

So, obviously if you've ever walked into my home, you know I'm a work in progress, and so is my home. However, I am making great strides in my making of a home.

As wives and mothers, our efforts affect how our family views the home. What we do now affects how our sons interact with their own families, how our daughters create homes of their own, and how our husband are involved with us, and our children.

All day long, a homemaker is creating an inviting space, teaching basics, creativity, and encouraging learning. She is baking and cooking, and looking to the nourishment of her family. She is learning how to better accomplish her calling. She is nurturing and training.

See, I don't just stay at home...I'm making a home.

Spring Fever

2011-02-12T21:00:00.000-08:00

In my household, spring fever is running rampant. Well, at the very least, I am suffering most acutely.

What does spring fever mean in my house? Well, it starts out something like...

...daydreaming about seed catalogs and tulips.

...a vicious, almost spiteful attitude toward snow and winter decor.

Then it turns into a full fledged spite of all dead, winter toxins in my home. (This would include, but is not limited to; winter wreaths, pencil trees, snow globes, little lights that suddenly start sparkling too much...)

And so we have arrived to the later, and more acute spring fever symptoms.

The remedy? Spring decor. Spring thoughts. Spring colors. And of course, the purging of all things winter.

These have all been occurring in my home as of late.

And if I haven't made it clear, I will now. I'm trying to beautify my home the MOST economical way possible. I just find doing so to be much more satisfying.

So after that long introduction, here is my latest project:

Flowering branches.

Materials:

Bright, springy tissue paper

scissors

hot glue and gun

twigs

Yep, that's all.

I cut the paper into little bits of various sizes.

And then pinched them from the middle, to make a bud. (Sort of how you'd put a cloth napkin through a ring...)

I made these in various sizes, gluing them on to the bud points on the twigs, using larger blossoms towards the bottom, and the smaller ones at the top, eventually just rolling very small little balls of tissue, for the teeniest buds.

Until I had something like this:

And here's a whole-thing shot. As you can see, I added a few artificial stems as well, just to fill it in a bit.

I'm rather pleased with my result.

What do YOU think?

Refused Blessings

2011-02-07T19:55:00.000-08:00

With the recent news of pregnancies and miscarriages for people in my life, my mind can not help but ponder. --Especially upon the miscarriage subject. This may also encompass stillborn, and death of young children. All things, which I believe should never be, but sadly enough, are part of a fallen world.

Our hearts often and nearly always grieve for the mother who will never cradle her infant this side of heaven. The mother, generally, feels a grief, which depths cannot be known to any except those who share her plight.

And then, in the wake of grief, we go to such incredible lengths to prevent the coming of that which was lost.

What a paradox does that present? It seems hypocritical, and indeed, if it is, I too, am guilty.

And moving on, to a similar car in my train of thought...

It is often thought and almost as often discussed that so-and-so or {insert group of people here} should not have children or more children. However, I don't think any of us can argue that God is the author of life. We ascribe to him many (indeed, should be all) creations and "miracles"--for the lack of a better word. Each child truly is a miracle, a creation that can only be credited to God.

So indeed, all of us hypocrites mentioned earlier (again, myself included), look at a child that we deem acceptable and call it a miracle, then turn and say that another (not deemed acceptable, whether a result of family, income, etc.) should not have been born. Thereby, we are pronouncing this child a curse, not a miracle or blessing (as scripture promises such to be).

In the process of our judgments as flawed human beings, we render God imperfect and capable of mistakes. Do we believe he creates children on a whim? Is the mother's womb his creative playground? To create and place humans on this earth with no purpose, in random fashion?

To borrow the phrase from the Apostle Paul--May it never be!

God is not sovereign who would act simply and only according to the whim of his creation (humans).

Does he regrettably create the child within simply because birth control was not used? Does he not foresee the purpose of a child? Does God muse to himself that a couple made a "mistake" and therefore MUST create a child?

I think not.

His plans are not made simply by the choice of man.

Rather, I argue, what have we missed? By the end of our lives, what sort of astronomers, scientists, leaders, missionaries, and especially blessings to our hearts have we prevented? What blessings has God with-held because we refused them?

Crafty Kylie strikes again!

2011-01-30T16:17:00.000-08:00

Today, I felt the overwhelming desire to create. Perhaps it's because I am sick with a cold, and it's only thing to remove my mind from the misery. Or perhaps it's simply because I need to create either way, I accomplished something, and beautified something, and that is for what my soul longs.

I bought this somewhat unattractive tray for $2 early this fall Jaunk Jaunting (if you've never been, you really must!).

But I saw promise in this unattractive tray. And so today, I tore the fabric out.

Then I roughed up the wood a bit with some sandpaper, and got out some simple acrylic paint...

...and painted it black.

Better already, huh?

Then I got out some old sheet music, and started cutting and pasting with Mod Podge (I love that stuff).

I continued overlapping pages of sheet music, cutting a random 90 degree angle for the corner pieces, so that it would have a...well...random look. Until it looked something like this:

And I covered the black with Mod-podge to make it shine, and protect it a bit. And then gave a second coat to the pages as well.

Here is my finished project:

Now my husband shouldn't have any reason not to bring me breakfast in bed right?

I've also thought about adding a monogram or something in the middle...but I'm still making up my mind about that. So we'll see what happens next.

Eating well...or not?

2010-12-02T21:07:00.000-08:00

Imagine you're out and about with your spouse (or someone), and it is realized that the car is very low on fuel. You drive to a gas station, and park by a pump. Your spouse gets out to start fueling it up.

To your horror though, you realize that your spouse is putting diesel fuel in your gasoline powered car! You jump out of the car frantically trying to stop them from what they are doing!

Despite all of your efforts, however, your spouse simply smiles and says "Don't worry about it! You should be happy I'm filling up the tank."

Would you not think it very odd?

I would too.

However, we all do this EVERY day.

Just not with a car.

But with something far more precious and irreplaceable.

Our Bodies.

Our Children.

How frequently do we eat without thought, simply intent upon filling our "tank"?

We need to start thinking about what sort of fuel makes our bodies run best.

Sugar is one of the main components of many boxed/packaged foods. Cereals, sauces, juices, canned fruit, etc., more often then not have some amount of sugar.

But did you know that there is no recommended daily allotment of sugar?

That's because your body doesn't need it!

Sugar leads to obesity, feeds cancer, increases cholesterol, and a whole hoard of other problems.

Recently, I've been investigating the world of raw foods.
*disclaimer: I am not giving up meat!*

Everyone looks at me funny when I say that I'm trying to eat healthier, and that I'm trying to incorporate more raw foods into my diet. Common responses usually go along the lines of this:

"I want to enjoy what I eat..."

And then I am reminded of what is written in 1 John 2:16

For all that is in the world--the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions--is not from the Father but is from the world.

Eating to satisfy our own fleshly pleasure is obviously not a Spirit-filled choice.

I will unapologetically attempt to look at the world, and myself through Biblical-tinted glasses. So therefore, I *try* to make decisions about things based on Biblical insights.

I believe that God has something to say about just about everything. And I believe the subject of what we eat is no exception.

Unhealthy eating leads to illness, lack of energy, irritability and anxiety. You need not travel far to find a professional who will agree with that statement.

Looking at it through my Biblical-tinted glasses, an unhealthy body is not able to serve the Lord as well, serve one's family as well, and really, truly love life. For, when I really feel good, I really enjoy my life!

In a nutshell:
I can't be who God created me to be, if I'm carrying around an unhealthy body.

It never ceases to amaze me how we as humans cling so tightly to the desires of our flesh, that we not only balk but scoff at the idea of doing what is best for us.

Now, without any doubt, I have my own desires of the flesh that I cling to(I'm sure!)...for I believe they come in many and various forms. However, this is what I am convicted on at the present, so therefore I must share!

There will probably be more posts on this subject, and I may even share a few recipes...

I am also not saying that everyone needs to go all raw. But I am suggesting that we all take a step back and analyze what you're putting into your body, and what effect those substances are having on your body.

Please, eat for health!

Footprints in the Flour

2010-11-11T12:56:00.000-08:00

This morning I observed bananas quite ripe. A little too ripe. But not too ripe for banana bread.

So I ground some wheat and set it on the counter.

A little boy observed my actions, and the result was a chair, scooted up to the counter; a boost for a little helper.

A mother's first response is a sigh, and thoughts of how much faster something can be accomplished without "help".

Well, my help was allowed. We mixed apple sauce, turbinado sugar, flour, baking soda, eggs and such to make a very fragrant batter.

A finger dipped into the apple sauce. A tongue licked a measuring cup. And fingers traced pictures in flour on the counter.

My little man insisted on scooping flour into a cup. Which is quite the feat for one who has not even reached the age of 2.

And I thought "Oh dear! What a mess he will make!" But then I thought "What a dear! How else will he learn?"

And so a Mother's response is altered.

William Wirt said "Education is not the filling of a bucket, but the lighting of a fire!"

As mothers, our biggest responsibility is to teach. We train our children in hygiene, manners, religion, and just about all of the truly important things.

I want to teach my children to want to learn. To want to know.

Someday, I hope when my son remembers me, he remembers me as a mother who did not discourage great things, fun things or even creative things. I will always discourage unwholesome and destructive things. But I want to encourage him to try things, and not hold himself back.

And so I allowed my son to spill flour on the floor, and leave little white footprints, and be messy. And I smiled and tousled his hair, and told him how great he was at helping me bake.

Because he's worth it.

See, I'm not raising my son to be a child, I'm raising my son to be a man.

Propensity for Pomegranates

2010-11-09T16:49:00.000-08:00

I've recently discovered the novelty of pomegranates.

Not only are they unique in their formation, attractive, and very photogenic; they are also really very good for you!

They are very high in antioxidants. Which means they help you fight cancer, and they fight clots in your bloodstream. I was also reading about the fruits benefit for your skin! (We could ALL use a little of that, right?)

When first I held a pomegranate, poised to dive in, I wasn't entirely certain how to go about it. Therefore, I was forced to search Google. Here is where I found some great instructions.

Now you have no excuse for not trying one yourself!

See? I said they were photogenic. (Well, the seeds anyway.)

Who will tend their hearts?

2010-11-08T21:00:00.000-08:00

A friend of mine posted the link to this video on Facebook.

It's all about adoption.

But don't let that stop you.

I just spent the last few minutes weeping. Not just silent tears streaming down my cheeks. But full-fledged 'I can not breathe much less talk' weeping.

For a great while I have wanted to adopt. I even mentioned it to Nathan before we were married.

Lately, as I read more, hear more, and move a little closer to the heart of God, I have a stronger Love for the orphans. I am being corrected in my attitude and motives towards adoption and children without homes.

As I watched the video, I could only think...

What if my children were left alone? With no one else to take them in? Would anybody care for them? What if were MY children crowded in a dirty orphanage? Who would delight in their smiles? Listen to their stories? Train them up? Who would sing to them, hug them, and kiss their wounds?

Would they be just a number?

And I thought about the parents of those children, and their thoughts on their death beds. I'm sure they were grieving over their precious children, soon to be left alone in this world.

And it broke my heart.

Why aren't we broken? Why don't we care?

We spend SO much on coffee...and jewelry...and things that don't matter...

and there are children who will never hear the name of Jesus spoken. No one will ever sing 'Jesus Loves Me' to them. And they won't be told how they are loved.

I think we need a shift in priorities.

I know that if my husband and I were to die, we have family and/or friends who would take our children...but there are SO many who do not.

What are we going to do about it?

Handbags...really?

2010-10-10T14:08:00.000-07:00

"I like it on the chair."

Written as my status on Facebook, you would have no hint that I was speaking of the place my handbag rests. Instead, you would be thinking...well, we both know what you would be thinking. You and the hundreds of clueless women, and more importantly the thousands of clueless men scanning their home pages of Facebook.

So what are *especially* the men left to think when an ambiguous Facebook status strongly hints a sexualized agenda.

"Therefore let us not pass judgment on one another any longer, but rather decide never to put a stumbling block or hindrance in the way of a brother." Romans 14:13

Thousands of women, many of whom are proclaimed Christians have changed their status' to something that seems very sexual, thinking not of the effect on their very visual male counterparts. It's okay for the hundreds of clueless women...we're just left going "ewww...".

But for a poor man who's left to think sexual thoughts about a woman on Facebook, simply because she's caught up in the "fun"; she's become a stumbling block. Now he's curious. Perhaps very intrigued. Possibly fantasizing.

All because of a lame idea to promote breast cancer awareness. (Last I knew, handbags had nothing to do with a woman's breasts...)

Think about that guy who you "friended" on Facebook, who, in all reality makes you feel uncomfortable in a crowd...what's he thinking when he reads such a status?

What might your son be thinking when he reads "where you like it?"

People are watching. Men are watching. (And reading).

Are you going to give a respectable and pure impression of yourself?

And hey Facebook, the next time you want to support breast cancer...make it obvious.

Healthy Mama = Happy Mama!

2010-10-05T19:28:00.000-07:00

Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20

A temple.

The temple Solomon built was about 20 stories high at it's highest point, the building was 180 by 90 feet, and it was inwardly covered with gold.

I don't think our minds can imagine such a massive building in which the inside was completely overlaid with pure gold.

But something like this is what Paul metaphorically speaks of our body.

If our bodies are temples (remember, think overlaid with pure gold), then what are we doing to keep it beautiful, the gold polished, and preserving it for the Holy Spirit? Are we glorifying God with what we put into our body? With what we do to our body?

Somewhere along the line, being so gradually seduced by the world, we, as the church, have forgotten the whole bit about glorifying God with our bodies.

Somewhere along the line, we've accepted processed foods, white flour, and refined sugar as the staples for our dinner tables. AND called it good.

Oh yes, it's good...to our taste buds, but...hey, where'd that spare tire come from?

Why do we think that it's okay to eat this way, ignoring our body's need for nutrition and filling up on empty calories? Perhaps we've filled up so much on empty calories, we've crowded out the Holy Spirit...

I was contemplating these things today, and I was considering how my eating habits directly affect the way I parent, worship, and my marriage.

When I give in to my insatiable appetite for chocolate (because I don't pretend that I've never done that...), then my energy goes down, my body feels yucky, and my hair lacks luster. And when all of that happens, I tend to yell at my children, growl at my husband, and ignore my God.

Why do we sacrifice the harmony of our home for the temporary lust of the flesh (and the eyes...)?

Proverbs 31:27 says

She looks well to the ways of her household

A little self-control can do a great deal to the ways of our households... Will you, oh dear friend, look well to the ways of your household?

Ignore the chocolate on the grocery store shelf...buy whole grain flour instead of white...serve vegetables with your meals...and find someone with which to be accountable. Accountability goes a long way...because there was no one here to tell me no, I ate about 3 too many monster cookies the other day...(I told you I have an insatiable desire for chocolate...).

Do your God a favor, and use a healthy body to worship Him and be a witness for Him.

Do your children a favor, and make their short time in your home the best it can be. They are only little for a while--how do you want them to remember you as their mother?

Do your husband a favor, and have a healthy body for him to enjoy. And a healthy body also means a happy body...and men love a glad wife.

And don't hesitate to check in and see how I'm doing making myself healthy...we all need the accountability.

A Refreshing Life

2010-03-29T10:23:00.000-07:00

Have you ever seen a pond of water? You know, the ones that are stagnant green, and stinky?

Now, have you ever seen a spring fed pool, fresh and constantly changing?

Which is more appealing?

Status Quo. Merriam Webster defines it as "the existing state of affairs" with regards to trying to preserve them.

Refreshing. This is defined as "agreeably stimulating because of freshness and newness".

What about these two definitions? What about the contrast? How are they applying to my life?

God has been molding my perspective on change lately. He has also been teaching me that this life is merely our journey to real life.

I am packing boxes with sweaters and scarves, scarlet leaves and gold, some books which are particular friends, and anything else that is considered mine. These boxes will go with us as we move away. Away from what we have always known, from the familiar home, and our status quo.

Will it be refreshing? I'm sure, in ways, it will. Will it be easy? No, it won't.

Have you ever stood beneath a waterfall? It is refreshing, the water is pure, from some reservoir beneath the earth's surface. But it is cold, almost shockingly so. It hurts, but it feels good. It is fresh and refreshing. And somehow, as you stand beneath the flow, your body is torn between the warmth you felt moments before, and the refreshing coolness you feel in the stream.

It is the human struggle between the comfortable and the fresh newness.

There is nothing refreshing in a stagnant pond. It sits there in the same way that it has for always. And the longer it sits, the more scum builds up; the more it continues to smell and fester. It is almost like the entire thing is crying out for a cool, fresh stream to come barreling through, stirring it up.

The longer I sit, in the same way, always doing the same things, the more I will fester and become dull, like the moss on the pond. I need a rushing stream to refresh my life.

Don't think that everyone needs to move away to refresh their life. I believe this comes in so many forms. But God has chosen the sort of stream to stir things up. This is the way it is for us.

A challenge it will be, to not jump out from under the waterfall. But God is faithful, and he will keep things stirred up, and keep me walking through it; for I "walk by faith, not by sight". (2 Corinthians 5:7)

*Thank you to our associate pastor for bringing up the term "status quo", it opened up an entirely new train of thought for me.

The beauty of the body torn...

2009-12-01T08:38:00.000-08:00

The other day, I had the pleasure and joy of decorating our church sanctuary for Christmas. A dear friend of mine helped me, and so did my darling sister, Avery. Avery is five years old, and I find her conversation quite stimulating. This day was no exception.

We were opening up the boxes of shepherds, wisemen, Joseph, Mary and Baby Jesus to put together our Nativity scene. Avery was SO excited about Baby Jesus. She held him tenderly in her arms and said "I'll be careful with Baby Jesus". And I knew she meant it.

As she continued to cradle the resin babe in her arms she asked

"Don't you think Jesus is just beautiful?"

I thought a moment before I answered.

"Honey, I think Jesus is always beautiful."

What a simple moment. Simply said. By simply a child.

We went on in our discourse, she talking about God sending Jesus to Earth. I asked her why he sent Jesus. She answered "To die on the cross."

I asked why he had to die on the cross. She answered "To save us from our sins."

I asked her what her sins are. She answered "All of the bad things I do."

And then it ocurred to me. This is what the Christmas season is truly about.

I put together the beautiful scenery of a night many, many years ago when a newborn baby was placed in a feeding trough, and I see my first born watching his mama and five-year-old aunt, soaking up our conversation.

Avery is learning. And I am learning.

Avery is teaching. And I am taught.

And the only thing I could think of was how the Christmas season never seemed so beautiful to me.

As it did now.

And the tears streamed with the sweat and the blood and the spit.

And the crowds who once welcomed Him, jeered at Him, ignorant that the face they rejected was the face of a Savior.

The innocent was executed on a cross of shame, the guilty free from any blame.

The tears and the blood made the liquid of Perfect Love.

How could a woman, as she rocks her newborn babe, know that He would die such a horrible death?

A mother's highest expectations for her son fell short, but yet, went way beyond any earthly success.

Yes, Jesus IS beautiful.

And yes, we should be humbled.

How are you using this Christmas season to teach, instruct and reinforce?

Is Santa trying to find room for himself in YOUR Bethlehem manger?

This season holds the moments that can affect eternity.

For you and your's.

The pitter-patter of little feet...following mine...

2009-11-12T12:42:00.000-08:00

Today I cleaned up my baby's room and packed away a bunch of way-to-small clothes. *Sigh* Why is it that a mother's heart has such a paradox of desiring growth and yet missing the tiny infant? Why is it so hard to pack away those clothes when I want more then anything for my boy to grow into a man?

Why? I don't know why. It is simply the way the world turns. Whether it is the realization that as he is getting older, I am to. Or simply the emotional connection to little teeny clothing--I miss the infant he no longer is.

As I watched my boy sitting in his little walker, watching me cook the other day, I thought of how every moment is a learning moment. Everything my son sees me doing, he is soaking in and processing--even in his half a year old brain.

What am I teaching him in the thoughtless motions of my day?

Would I want the words that come out of my mouth to come out of his?

Am I displaying character, integrity, kindness and respect? Or am I displaying disregard for myself and others? Am I showing him what it means to love God? Or am teaching him to be luke-warm in love for our Lord?

The simple reading, 'riting and 'rithmatic are just that: simple--compared to the important things in life. Simple in importance and simple in teaching. (Which makes me aghast when one argues that another is not fit to educate their own at home--if one is qualified to shape their child's character, they are more then qualifed to teach academics!)

What good is a perfect score on the ACT, if one has not the work ethic to get their hands dirty in real work? What good is a high-paying job when one can not love and esteem his/her spouse? What good is a CEO position if he is disliked by everyone in the office because of his low regard for others?

My prayer is that the Lord would teach me to be an example to my son. To show him how to love others, and his God. To teach him respect and shape him into a man of integrity.

Because, truly, I prefer that my son have C's in all of his classes and be a man of character, then excel in everything academic and have no esteem for others.

Farewell Cookie

2009-10-21T15:44:00.000-07:00

...it was a good three days.

Last night, Nathan came home from work and he found Cookie dead. He found Cream in a heap, mewing pitifully near the garage. He brought the poor creature (Cream) into the house in his arms. And my heart just broke.

Roxie can't play nice.

I took Cream to the sink, and washed her all down and soaped her all up. She was just as limp as could be. I wrapped her up in a towel and dried her off and fed her warm milk in a medicine dropper. Poor Kitty.

I cried over my dirty dishes.

I have never been a lover of cats. I could've cared less before. I don't know if it's the fact that they are my responsibility, or the fact that I'm a mother now, but it just broke my heart. I vowed to nurse her to good health.

She's practically as good as new today.

I keep thinking how silly it is to be so emotional about it. They're just cats. But then I thought of this quote from C.S. Lewis.

"Love anything, care for ayone, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements, lock it up safe in the casket of your selfishness. But in that casket-safe, drab, motionless, airless-your heart will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, unredeemable."

This obviously does not simply include animals. But humans, our loved ones. And most importantly, our God.

And I was reading through my Beth Moore bible study I'm involved in. The topic is Esther. She was speaking of people who break our hearts (and our spirits!), don't even realize it, and then get upset at us for being broken. I'm sure we can all relate to that. And then she said at least you can be broken. For those of us who actually feel the pain of criticism, cruelty, and loss; at least our hearts are tender enough to be touched.

And in some way, that's how I sort of feel with the little kitten who died, and the poor kitten who nearly did. At least I feel something for them. A sympathy for their plight.

And then I realize. There's no reason to feel silly.

To Everything There is a Season

2009-10-20T14:24:00.000-07:00

It is officially fall. There is no getting around it. I don't mind fall, it's okay in it's own way...but I know that fall means winter, and I don't like winter. The cold, deadness of snow-covered branches are hardly conducive to warm, fuzzy feelings.

As I was thinking about the seasons, and the ones I like best (Spring and Summer), I was thinking about a verse from Ecclesiastes 3.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven; a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted...a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

Right now is our harvest time...the farmers are plucking up what was planted. Right now, it is fall. But right now, many of you are experiencing conflicting seasons in your hearts. Some of you are dancing, and some of you are weeping, some of you are laughing and some of you are mourning.

Those weeping and mourning times are so miserable, and those laughing and dancing times are so joyful. But it's what you do with those seasons that count. I need my God in the weeping and mourning times so very much. For He is my rock and salvation (Psalm 62:2). But I also need him in my laughing and dancing times, for he will make my joy complete.

He will refine you in the those down times, and fashion you more like himself. (James 1:2-4) But only if you allow Him. Do not allow resentment and bitterness a foothold. I speak to myself just as much as anyone. There are trials in my life that I hold onto with clenched fists..and I am praying for the strength to release them. Or more, perhaps, the humility to release them.

Right now, it is Spring in my heart, I feel the promise of something new. And who knows? It is Nebraska..the season could change, and I may soon be living in winter...but what I do with it, and what I allow God to do with it, will produce an outcome either to glorify Him and allow contentment for me, or produce a lifetime of misery.

At Home:

We just got a couple of little kittens from dear friends of ours. They are to be OUTSIDE, and perhaps help keep the mouse population down. Roxie (our black lab) has no clue what to do with them. So she exhibits her friendly side and licks them all over. Now we have Cookie and Cream (this is what I named them) with spiky hair thanks to the dog. Judah's not sure what he thinks of them either.

This is Cookie in this picture. We don't have a good picture of Cream, guess I'll have to work on that. As you can see, Judah is a bit apprehensive.

And here's my sweet baby boy.