It’s Foodie Friday! (French Fry Hash Browns)

Hi All! This is more of a tip than a recipe, but sometimes it falls into the recipe category.

 

Well I am sure I’m not the only one who feels this way, but I really don’t like wasting things. Especially food. I do end up throwing away more then I’d like to admit and I find myself literally apologizing to the Lord as I’m dumping out yet another container of left-overs that we didn’t use up.

 

This tip is for the mountain of french fries that get left behind from  a dinner out. It seems as though some restaurants give you a plate of fries that surely came from the entire ten pound bag of potatoes! It pains me to leave behind so many fries, because unless I’ve missed a trick, fries are just awful in the microwave. So here is what I do now…

 

Cut the fries into cubes. pour  enough cooking oil into a large skillet to coat the bottom of the pan. Dice up some onion and some green,red, yellow, or orange bell peppers (or all three if you’d like) and toss those in as well. Saute’ them until heated through, on medium low heat.

 

They are so yummy in a hash like this… much better then the microwave and you no longer have to leave all those lonely fries on the table! Hope you get a chance to try this. It’s a great excuse to have a date night with your spouse or a lunch date with a friend.

Just how much will I have to endure?

Father in Heaven, I pray that eyes and ears are open to receive the message You have for each of us here. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Well folks, grab your seat at the table and let’s chat! Today I have my pre-surgery appointments for repairing my hearing. This will take place in October but this appointment will go over all the things to expect.

 

Many of you know that I was in an abusive relationship for two years when I was eighteen years old. The damage done to my ear and hearing is a result of that relationship. The tiny bones that support my ear drum and allow sound to filter in, are broken. They have been for years. I will be getting prosthetic bones put in.

 

This surgery will take about two hours and I’ll go home the same day. However, I will have NO hearing in that ear for two months.

 

That’s right… ten percent vision and only one ear to hear out of. Not an ideal situation.

 

But honestly, how many of us walk around this way in our spiritual lives? Not fully seeing and not fully hearing God.

 

Matthew 11:15 “He who has ears, let him hear.”

 

If we want to hear God, we must ask for Him to open our ears. If we want to see God, we must ask Him to open our eyes. Even if we are literally blind or literally deaf, God can allow us to see and hear Him. I want God to perform a surgery too. A surgery to help my spiritual hearing to be restored. I want Him to give me clear vision in spite of my blindness.

 

I’ve recently been feeling “root bound” and wanting God to replant me in a bigger pot so I can grow. I’m not sure what that bigger pot will look like. It might resemble surgical packing in my ear for two months. It might resemble ninety percent vision loss and counting.

 

It might also resemble being published or speaking somewhere that God assigns. I don’t know for sure. But what I do know is that I will take what He places in front of me and use it for His honor and glory.

 

Sometimes I can fall into the pit of “just how much do I have to endure”, that can threaten to throw me off course. Have you ever found yourself asking this question? It feels like we just can’t deal with one more thing. It kind of feels like I’ve had that kind of year. But at the end of the recovery time after surgery, I will regain eighty percent of my hearing. Which is VERY important for someone with ten percent vision.

 

We sometimes have to endure pain so we can ultimately gain. When it feels like too much, just know God has a superior plan in mind. It comes down to trust. Trust is a must.

 

I would welcome your prayers come October and I’ll be filling you in along the journey. I look forward to “hearing” from each and every one of you! Blessings.

 

 

It’s Fodie Friday! (Scalloped Potatoes)

Comfort food at this time of year is a must. This super easy home-made scalloped potato recipe hits the spot every time!

 

To make the sauce:

 

2 cups milk

3 Tbl. butter

2 heaping  Tbl. flour

2 envelopes dry onion soup mix

Dash of season salt

 

Peal and cut into slices, about 12 potatoes. Place the slices in large bowl, cover with water if not pouring sauce over them within 10 minutes.

 

In large sauce pan on medium high heat, pour in milk and butter. Heat until butter is melted. Sprinkle in flour and whisk constantly for about 3 to 4 minutes to cook flour. Empty envelopes of onion soup mix into sauce. Add a dash of season salt. When all is combined, pour over potato slices and mix well. Pour into large casserole dish and cover with foil. Bake on 375 degrees for about an hour and a half. They are so much yummier then the box kind. Enjoy!

Who is that other woman?

Father in heaven, I ask that You are in and around every word written here and that it reaches all who read them. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Have a seat y’all, let me fill your plates with words and I hope you savor them.

 

My husband had to spend a couple days in the hospital this week and I was doing a little thinking while he was doing a little sleeping.

 

I have changed quite a bit over the last few years. I think most of the change however, has happened this year. A lot happened in a fairly short time frame and I don’t think I handled it as well as I would like to think I did.

 

The deaths of my neighbor and my very dear friend shook me pretty hard. My vision that I still have, worsened pretty significantly, our fifteen year long family dream falling apart in the middle of it coming true, health issues, graduation party for my daughter and then her starting college… and the list goes on and on.

 

In the midst of all this, I had family complications, my dad had a pretty involved surgery, I have a conference in Florida in a couple weeks then my own surgery right after I get home.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful for how God has been leading and that things are maintaining. So many people have suffered great loss with Hurricane Dorian as well as other major events going on around the nation and beyond. But I feel that we need to validate the events in our own lives because God cares for each and every one of His children no matter what they are going through.

 

I have looked at myself after noticing these changes and asked the question, “who is that other woman?”

 

I hardly recognize her anymore. She seems so foreign to me. She is more easily distracted. She is less fun-loving. She doesn’t smile as much. She isn’t as adventurous. I hate to admit this one… but she isn’t as kind as she used to be.

 

She seems more short tempered, less affectionate to her family, less eager to help others, less involved at church. I’m not sure i care much for this other woman.

 

I have a friend that I share a common interest with. Well, several common interests actually. But the most important one is our love of Jesus. We both believe He has plans for our lives no matter the challenges. She shared with me this week, how much she appreciates every single day of her life. You see, she isn’t guaranteed tomorrow. Her challenges are unpredictable but she wares a bright beautiful smile everyday. She shares her zest for life with everyone and I am so honored to call her my friend.

 

She is teaching me to not just live life but to love life and those who are in my life.

 

As I walk this road that God has me on right now, I will remember  what He instructs in scripture :

 

2 Timothy 2:24 “and the Lords servant must not be quarrelsome but kind to everyone, able to teach, patiently enduring evil.”

 

These words have been on my mind. “…kind to everyone…”

 

Everyone? I think of my friend who is so joyful and happy and I realize she is in fact kind to everyone. I have allowed my circumstances to dictate whether or not I’m going to be kind at all, let alone to everyone.

 

Our circumstances will forever be changing therefore my ability to be kind would forever be changing as well; if I let my choice rest on my circumstances.

 

I must put my circumstances in Gods hands to handle and make the conscious choice to be kind. We must place the evil things that happen in our lives, squarely on the one responsible for that evil. It is satan alone who causes evil. It is his sole purpose to try and point the finger at God for us to place the blame.

 

But dear friends, we must never forget that God has the final say. He allows certain things to happen for the purpose of showing satan that Gods children will trust Him even in the face of adversity. The enemy is trying to disprove faithfulness to God by dumping as much garbage on us as he wants too. It is our purpose to show the enemy that we love and trust God to spite what he throws at us.

 

As my friend wakes each morning with gratitude and joy, I will wake each morning with renewed determination to be kind and joyful to everyone. So that I can look at the person I had changed into with an unfamiliar gaze and ask the question again… “who is that other woman?”

 

I don’t want to recognize her as what i had once been. I want to see the kind loving person God wants me to be and say with a smile, “who is that other woman?”

This woman I want to know.

 

It’s Foodie Friday! (Onion Red Skins)

Hey Y’all, it’s time to get our eats on! This is a VERY simple side dish that goes great with literally anything… and I mean, who doesn’t love red skin potatoes?

 

About 1 dozen medium to large red skin potatoes; scrubbed food

 

1/4 to 1/2 cup canola or olive oil

 

2 envelopes dry onion soup mix

 

Cut scrubbed potatoes into bite-sized (or slightly larger) pieces and place into large mixing bowl. Pour oil over potatoes. Sprinkle on onion soup mix. Stir to coat potatoes with soup mix.

 

Incidentally… always keep a couple boxes of onion soup mix on hand. It is great in meatloaf, home-made scalloped potatoes, veggie dips, etc.

 

Have your oven preheated to 400 degrees F. Spread onion potatoes onto large cookie sheet in a single layer (mostly). Cover with foil and bake for about 40 minutes. These smell amazing while cooking and they definitely have the comfort food vibe. Hope you enjoy them!

Treasured like a sheep

Father in Heaven, my prayer is that we all who read this, realize our value in Your eyes and heart. In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Hi! Welcome… come on in and pull up a chair at the table. I hope your holiday weekend was blessed. Pretty low key around here. I did get my Fall decor up and I’m lovin’ it!

 

The Autumnal colors of rust, gold, brown, dark purple, pumpkin orange, butterscotch… well you get the idea… they just bring my heart a burst of joy. I believe it’s because with my limited amount of vision, these colors are rich and deep and I can see most of them still. Or it could simply be that I’m a Fall nut! My birthday is in the Fall so I have always been an Autumn junky.

 

I remember several years back when my now college aged daughter was only two-years-old, we had taken both our kids to a little trunk or treat gathering. For those who are unfamiliar… this is where an organization such as a church, school, or business of some kind will partake in decorating cars and handing out candy from the trunks instead of kids going door to door trick or treating.

 

We don’t really do the Halloween thing but this was our daughters chance to dress up in the little skunk costume her Aunt had bought for her. So we took our kids and she wore the furry black and white little stinkers outfit and won the “Cutest Costume” contest. But something happened before we even got started into the festivities.

 

When we arrived, we all got out of the truck. When we were half way to the door to go in, my husband said “where’s Molly?”

 

To which I replied, “I don’t know, I thought you had her!”

 

We took a frantic look about us and my husband quickly realized that we had never gotten her out of her car seat in the truck! Each thinking the other had gotten her out, we simply proceeded to go on our way.

 

We of course raced back to the car, which was still in view, and opened the door to retrieve our now emotionally scarred toddler. Crying and a bit miffed, she willingly lifted her arms to be held and removed from the thing that kept her separated from her parents.

 

In Luke 15:4 it says, “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it?”

 

Just as my husband and I didn’t say to one another “well, we have another child… no need to go back and find the other.”, God doesn’t do that with us either. He doesn’t just go out and try to find His lost sheep and then give up after a couple hours of searching. No, friends this verse says He looks for it until He finds it!

 

The Good Sheppard, that is God, seeks out His sheep. When He finds His lost sheep, He doesn’t scold it and shew it back into the heard only to get mixed unrecognizable in with the others.

 

God makes sure the heard is taken care of then sets off with a search party of one to find His beloved sheep. When He finds it, He kneels down on the grass or rocks or the cement prison floor… wherever that sheep is, and He strokes it’s rough woolen coat and whispers to it that He loves it very much and is so happy He found His lost member of the flock.

 

He doesn’t put a leash on it, He doesn’t use a cattle prod, He doesn’t even walk in front of it whistling for it to follow. No no, He picks up the sheep, places it around His shoulders and personally carries it back to safety.

 

Friends God will personally carry us back to safety in His flock. He holds us and tells us how much He has missed us and how much He loves us. No tisking, no scolding, no rubbing our noses in how foolish we were to wander away in the first place.

 

Our heavenly Father comes to where we have been strapped in and feeling left behind like a two-year-old toddler in a skunk costume. Surrounded by our own metaphorical or literal stench, He lifts us out by our awaiting raised arms as we are crying and a bit miffed at our circumstance. Let him lift you out. Let Him bring you back into the flock and let Him carry you there.

 

Do you sometimes feel forgotten by God or like maybe since you did the wandering that He’s no longer interested in finding you? He is! He will make sure His flock is secure and personally come and rescue you, His beloved sheep, His valuable beloved sheep! Hear your shepherds voice calling. Let Him carry you back.