We all have an abundance of something, and sometimes we see our own abundance better through the eyes of someone else. We were put on this earth to share, to love, to give and to grow. Let’s live from our abundance together. And leave the legacy we are called to leave. Keep reading for tips, ramblings, recipes and more.
A friend gave me a recipe for a spice rub a couple of years ago. I really enjoyed the combination of flavors, but it was a little sweet for me. So, I cut the sugar in half, and I’ve been happily rubbing everything from briskets to pork chops to potatoes with it. I’ve even been known to sprinkle some in my quiche or over my garlic bread. It’s pretty tasty and can be used as a substitute for seasoning salt–even thought it’s not nearly as salty.
1/4 c. salt
1/4 c. brown sugar
1/8 c. paprika
2 T. chili powder
2 T. onion powder
2 T. garlic powder
1 T. black pepper
1 T. cumin
1 t. ginger
Mix well and store in airtight container.
Makes a great gift!
Don’t worry. You don’t have to be a farmer…or a girl…to enjoy these cookies. Their delightfulness surpasses every demographic, which is a good thing…because this recipe makes a LOT.
2 c. butter, softened
2 c. sugar
2 c. brown sugar, packed
2 t. vanilla
5 c. regular rolled oats
4 c. flour
1 t. salt
2 t. baking powder
2 t. baking soda
1 12-oz. pkg. chocolate chips
1 7-oz. chocolate candy bar, broken into several pieces
3 c. nuts, chopped (I especially like almonds.)
Cream together butter, sugar and brown sugar in large bowl. Add eggs and vanilla.
Process half of oats in blender until powdery. Process remaining half of oats until coarse, then add broken chocolate bar and process until oats are powdery and chocolate is chopped.
Add oats, flour, salt, baking powder and baking soda, then stir into butter mixture.
Mix in chocolate chips and nuts.
Form into golf ball-sized balls and bake at 375 for 10-12 minutes.
Makes 10 or so dozen.
NOTE: These cookies freeze very well.
I love asparagus. It is truly one of my favorite foods. When we planted 75 roots a few years ago, I thought all of my future asparagus desires would be fully realized. I was wrong. We planted 50 more roots this spring.
Last year, I noticed these teeny tiny little black specks on our asparagus, and it occurred to me that they were the eggs of some kind of insect. Yep. No problem. We just washed them off before we ate the stalks. No big deal.
It didn’t occur to me to scrape the eggs off of the skinny stalks that we allowed to go to seed.
Our asparagus season began with serious damage done by those blasted asparagus beetles! It is amazing to me that three relatively small insects can completely destroy a healthy stalk in less than 24 hours…and still have time to lay a few dozen eggs. Ugh! The good news is, that unlike cabbage worms and tomato worms, asparagus beetles are not at all camouflage. They are easy to see and easy to kill.
Twice a day, I walk up and down my rows of asparagus, knocking dozens of beetles off of the stalk and into a cup of soapy water or smashing them between my fingers before scraping the eggs off each stalk. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? This is the reality of pesticide-free gardening, folks, and this is why you pay more for it. Growers need compensated for the carnage. Gardening can be a nasty business.
Between the beetles and a late freeze before which I neglected to harvest the stalks that were up, we’re a little light on asparagus around here. It’s a sorrowful state, truly.
The way I see it, I have a choice here. I can be mad about it or I can learn my lesson and move on. I mean, I am the one who allowed the eggs to reach maturity instead of getting rid of them when I first noticed their presence. And, I am the one who was too busy to take the time to cut the asparagus in case of freezing temperatures. I can’t always control the bad things that happen around here, but I certainly can control the way I respond.
This makes me think of sin. The devil plants negative thoughts in my mind. Do I let them stay and grow into something destructive? Life throws a variety of obstacles in my path. Do I deal with the momentary inconvenience of handling them immediately or do I give them the opportunity to bring permanent, lasting damage?
I have a choice. It is almost always easier to do the work up front than to shove it to the back burner to deal with later. Just like asparagus beetle eggs appear relatively harmless in the beginning, so does the first sign of sin. And, the Bible tells us that when sin is full grown, it gives birth to death.
Years ago, I heard a preacher say, “Sin will take you further than you want to go, keep you longer than you want to stay and cost far more than you’re willing to pay”. Based on my life experiences, I can emphatically agree with that. It will never get any easier to deal with the ugly in our lives than it is right now.
Roscoe Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Coltrane.
If that opening line does not make sense to you, you are much younger than me. Or, you possibly opted for better things to do with your time than watching episodes of “Dukes of Hazard”.
Regardless, this handsome bird has earned his name. He’s a bit of a bumbler. He’s making an appearance of doing what he was made to do, but the hens are a little too bossy for his mamby-pamby personality. Roscoe’s mostly bluff.
I mooched him off of a neighbor with the hope of fulfilling the heart’s desire of a couple of broody hens. Well, once we started leaving the hopefully-fertilized eggs under the nesting hens, they decided they had better things to do–like leave their eggs unattended for hours while they scratched around in the pasture. Fortunately for them, Roscoe’s not so proficient at fertilizing. There are only a couple of hens that have warmed to his advances. The rest have warmed to taking him down a peg or two.
Poor, hen-pecked Roscoe.
The good news is that Roscoe is young and will probably learn his way around the coop. More good news is that he has yet to fly at any people in an attempt to gouge out their eyes with his beak and spurs. Plus, he’s pretty to look at.
We’ll keep him around for a while to see if he will step up to the plate and do what he was created to do. If not, he’ll go really well with some dumplin’s this fall. As I told him this morning, “Roscoe, we all have a choice. We either choose to do what we’re created to do or we chicken out and take what appears to be the easy road. Between you and me, my feathered friend, the easy road ain’t always what it’s cracked up to be.”
I am married to a Marriage and Family Therapist. Believe me, this has its drawbacks. For one thing, he is almost always right. This can be…unsettling…if I ever wanted him to bow to my unreasonable demands. Fortunately, I don’t make unreasonable demands.
The other problem comes in that he knows the futility of arguing, and sometimes I just want to indulge in a good argument! Selfish, really, that he won’t oblige me in this.
Other than that, though, the Counselor’s knowledge and passion for healthy families mostly comes in handy. For instance, we are currently living with three teenagers. In spite of the natural trials borne out of this season of life, these young people are relatively well-adjusted, highly capable and mostly pleasant (probably because they’ve grown up with free counseling). The perspective of a godly man who has worked with people in resolving personal crises–as well as worked through a few crises of his own–is beneficial.
Fairly early in our parenting, Counselor Dave and I determined that we would guard our time together as a family. We would control our schedules and not allow our schedules to control us. Over the years, this has required us to make a number of healthy, family-building decisions, some much easier to make than others. One of the fun, easy decisions we made, following Dave’s lead, was to institute a Family Night.
Initially, we prompted each child, then ages two, four and seven, to suggest a few outdoor and a few indoor things that they really liked to do here at home. Their suggestions included things like building with Lincoln Logs, watching a family-friendly movie, playing Blind Man’s Bluff and baking cookies. Dave and I added our own suggestions, and we put all of the ideas into a jar to be drawn out for Sunday Family Nights.
Now that the kids are older, we rotate through the family, each person getting to choose weather-appropriate activities for their turn. I usually prepare a fun, informal supper, like nachos, burgers or tacos and we quit whatever projects we’re working on by about 5:30 each Sunday evening. It is a rare exception that we are on the computer or even take a phone call or return a text once Family Night begins. If a Family Night falls on Mother’s Day or a birthday, then the honored person gets to choose the activity–or sometimes everyone else chooses an extra-special activity for the honored person.
I confess that not everyone is always thrilled with the chosen activity for the night (including myself). There have been driveway face-plants from bike rides, split lips from Pickle, complaints about Croquet, unending games of Monopoly, cries of “Not fair!” when Daddy vetoes a movie option in favor of an outdoor activity when the weather is nice. Our Family Nights have not created a perfect family; however, they have created opportunity for intentional time together to build relationships. Families are the foundation of every society. If our society is broken, we are reaping the consequences of our families being broken.
Whatever you choose to do this Mother’s Day weekend, I encourage you to make it a family-building activity. Invest in the people you love. Guard your time. Put away your phone. Plug in to one another. You may not have family in the area, and you may not have children, but you still have people around you that can be blessed by what you have to offer. Maybe you know of a broken family that could use a little building. Maybe now is the time to reach out.
We had a very heavy frost, possibly an actual freeze, a couple of days ago. We lost both our sweet and sour cherry crops as well as most of our peaches, which is pretty sad for our family. Fortunately, we had not yet planted much in our garden that would result in total crop failure.
Our potatoes sustained some frostbite, so I spent some time this morning cutting back the dead, damaged leaves so that the healthy parts of the plant can keep on growing. We had mulched them pretty heavily the day before the forecasted frost, but we hadn’t completely covered everything. Our broccoli plants and sugar snap pea seedlings still look a little rough, but I think they’ll rebound okay, too.
One of the things I respect about gardening is the reality that I am really not in control. There are often certain things I can do to protect my various endeavors, but there is always an element that is completely beyond my grasp. In my opinion, this is a healthy, humbling realization. No matter what resources I have at my disposal and what energies I invest in all that I hope to accomplish, my ability to control every aspect is an illusion. In order to have peace of mind, I’ve got to be okay with that. I have to know when to keep working and when to let go.
Relationships have the same limitations. We can only do what we can do. Love. Forgive. Pray. Repent. Not every relationship is going to work perfectly. Not every season is going to be an easy one. At some point, we’ve got to be okay with that if we want to maintain peace of mind. We can only do what we can do, and then we can ask God’s grace to cover over our mistakes. That’s where the peace comes in. We do what God calls us to do. We work on the dead, damaged places in our own hearts, giving room for God to grow the healthy places into something living and productive. We also have to allow for others to work on their own lives…or not. We must relinquish the illusion of control.
I confess that this is a difficult concept for me–one that I struggle to learn time after time. I can only do what I can do. Love. Forgive. Pray. Repent. Fortunately, if I shift my focus to these things, there is always more than enough to keep me well-occupied.
By listening to the story of yet another beautiful friend, I am reminded of how utterly devastating, discouraging and degrading pornography can be to a family. What may present itself as idle entertainment or harmless release is actually one of the most insidious and destructive activities available in today’s society.
Gentlemen…ladies…I beg you: Don’t. Even. Start. And, if you’ve already begun to feel its pull, get help. Immediately. Swallow your pride, disconnect your internet. Lay your cards on the table and get help. Set yourself up to succeed by finding some accountability (other than your spouse). Nothing truly good will come of pornography; I guarantee it.
You are worth more. And so is your family.