It’s Foody Friday (Mrs. P’s Chicken)

Hey Y’all, better late then never I suppose… my apologies for the late send off on the recipe. Life has a tendency to throw little curve balls at us from time to time don’t they?

Well without further ado, here ya go…


Mrs. P’s Chicken


Chicken breasts or tender loins


1 to 2 sleeves buttery crackers such as Ritz or Club


1/2 to 1 cup Parmesan cheese depending on how cheesy you want to make it


1 stick butter or margarine


Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Melt butter or margarine in microwave in large enough microwave safe dish to lay a piece of chicken in, such as a glass pie plate. In another dish, crush crackers and dump them into the dish, add in Parmesan cheese. Mix together. Prepare chicken for cooking by thawing, washing and patting dry. Dredge chicken one piece at a time into butter on both sides. Transfer to cracker/cheese blend and coat on both sides. Lay onto cookie sheet. To make things simpler for clean up, line sheet with parchment paper. Place sheet into oven and bake about 30 minutes. This is great comfort food and goes well with corn on the cob and potatoes. Enjoy!

The Dance of Trust

Father in Heaven, I pray this story of trust helps us to understand how we need to trust in You. In Jesus name, Amen.


Glad to have you all back. Grab your seat, a hot beverage and maybe a muffin or two and join me for a journey of trust. This is quite a different spin on my normal style of writing but as I read it over again, it really does reflect our trust in the Lord.


As you read it, think on the verse found in Proverbs 3:5-6—


“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make straight your paths.”


Also on the verse in 2 Chronicles 5:7


“For we walk by faith, not by sight.”


We’ll come back here after the story is over and regroup about it’s meaning… I hope you enjoy… well… a different set of dishes.

The Dance

The stage is dark and the curtain is still drawn. Quiet conversation swirls around the darkened theater. “They should b starting soon.” You hear someone whisper off to your left. A quick glance in that direction and your gaze returns to the still empty stage. Behind you a few rows, someone is repeatedly excusing themselves as you hear their voice traveling down the row to the isle. You turn around to see the shadows of one set of feet blotting out each lighted edge of the steps heading out of the theater. “No way am I leaving now”, you think to yourself. Straightening in your seat again and adjusting your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. Sighing heavily, you grow a little more impatient waiting for the curtain to go up. You hear movement and stretch your neck up and try to see the stage. Then you realize it is the person behind you returning to their seat. You hear the barrage of excuse ME’s again. Just when your impatience is becoming frustration, you hear the mechanical retracting of the curtain. A single glowing golden light illuminate a stunning shiny black grand piano over in the left corner of the stage. With perfect silence, a middle-aged man in a Smokey black tuxedo, emerges from behind the curtain and takes his place on the piano bench. He begins playing so softly that you have to lean forward and cock your ear to be sure he is actually playing. The cords he is playing seem simple but beautiful. It sounds like glittery diamonds all greeting each other in an embrace. You find yourself so caught up in the music of the piano that you catch out of the corner of your eye that the two dancers have appeared on the stage. Shifting your focus to them now, you notice another single shaft of golden light showering down on the graceful duo. The man is adorned in black pants and a black tightly fitting short sleeve shirt. The woman is arrayed in a long sleeve, black leotard with a fiery red gauzy skirt that is no more than tissue paper thick. They are both wearing black shoes, his are like a tightly fitting boot and hers are ballet slippers. Their moves are flawless and graceful. At times you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. He twirls her and her skirt flares out like feathers in a breeze. The beam of golden light follows them around the stage not wanting to be left behind.

The piano cords grow more intense and the pair moves more swiftly around the stage. He appears to be chasing her in an attempt to capture a flying swan. The audience feeling the intensity grow are wide-eyed just as you are waiting to see if he catches her. She then leaps effortlessly and you are sure she is going to collide with the huge piano. She amazes her on-lookers by gliding across the black ice of the grand instrument and as if she never left the floor of the stage, lands seamlessly on the other side. He turns swiftly gauging her direction and intercepts her. She tries in vain to keep moving forward, as he lifts her off the stage floor and continues his steps as if to help her fly. Her arms are out like wings and her legs are out behind her so perfectly aligned that it appears that she only has one. Her skirt of flames is like a sail as she is propelled through the air. The man lowers the graceful bird to the floor again and they intertwine and slow their pace as the melody of the piano settles to a steady rhythm. You lean back in your seat again realizing that you had been sitting forward a bit watching this wordless story unfold.

The two are now mirroring one another’s steps as they glide around the stage as if on ice. After everyone has time to collect themselves, the music begins to swell again. The chase is on once more and he quickly snatches the girl as she tries to breeze past him. He gently lays her on the floor and she lays there like an injured dove. He spins about and waves his arms up and down opposite each other. He returns to where his delicate dove lye’s helpless. He runs and seems to dive right into the stage floor like a pool of water and glides right to her side. Running his hand swiftly down her side as if to try and awaken her, she moves not. He stands again and clasps her ankles. Thinking he is dragging her off to devour er her, you sit up again in your seat in anticipation. He begins spinning her in a wide circle and she opens her arms in preparation for flight. Faster and faster he spins as she begins to lift off the floor. You start to look at your seatmates’ reactions and their eyes are riveted to the performance. Sparing them only a glance, you return your eyes to the stage. The woman is now floating as the man continues to spin and hold her by the ankles. “Surely he will lower her back to the floor soon.” You assume. As the entire audience sucks in a collective breath, he releases her with an upward thrust. With the height she is soaring, he simply must catch her or she will surely break her legs. She never looks down to see if her safety net is there. Time seems to morph into slow-motion as she begins her descent. All you can think of in that moment is how she knew how it must feel to fly. But she must be caught since she doesn’t have actual wings and cannot land as a bird does. Turning your eyes to the man, you will him into action; “catch her”, you silently command, “catch her!” He seems to far away to reach her in time. She never wavers in her flight. Arms never droop, legs never kick wildly in fear, she simply descends with complete trust. The man leaps and twirls and somehow reaches the space in which the woman is landing. Extending his arms, He receives her and they continue moving as though she never left his embrace. You along with the countless members of the audience stand in unison for whistles and applause. The pair spin a few more times and slow their pace as the piano follows their lead. With a final flourish he bends to one knee and lays her over that knee supporting her across her back. Arms extended and once again trusting in her fellow dancer for safety. The music takes its final bow and the audience continues the thunderous applause. The couple straighten and also take their bows and the curtain closes once again.

You are still a little dazed from the magical performance as you collect your things and begin to file out along with the others. Talk of what a fabulous performance it was and promises to come to another swirl around you. However, your thoughts remain on the incredible trust those two dancers had for one another. Her trust was that he would always be there to catch her. His trust is that she would let him. Oh, to have this amazing trust.



Could you see the comparison of trust? Our female dancer had to have trust in the one who was carrying her. When we feel like we are “flying without a safety net” as it were, we have to have trust that we will be caught. Just as our make dancer caught his descending partner.


As we “dance” the dance of life, we must have trust in the one who is dancing with us and He will always catch us. He extends His arms and waits for us to fall into them.


God is the one who will make our dance worth dancing. Let Him lead and catch and we will have His stage to dance on.


I hope you enjoyed this set of dishes this week. I always want to fill a need for all of you and I hoped this helped someone to trust our heavenly Father just a bit more. See you on Foody Friday!


It’s Foody Friday!!!

This side-dish can be purchased in the box form but it is easy to make and you control the ingredients. It’s a comfort foo for sure!


Garlic Parmesan Pasta


1 lb. pasta of your choice (we like shells or spiral)


1 8oz.  wedge fresh Parmesan cheese


1 8oz. ball fresh mozzarella cheese


2 1/2 cups milk


1/2 stick butter


2 heaping Tbl. flour


1 – 1 1/2 tsp. garlic powder or salt


1 tsp. onion powder or salt


Shred the Parmesan cheese and cut mozzarella into cubes. In dutch oven, boil pasta as label directs. Drain. In another large sauce pan, pour in milk and add butter. Simmer on medium heat until butter is melted. Sprinkle in flour and stir constantly with whisk for about 3 to 4 minutes. Begin adding in cheese a quarter at a time. Continue whisking melted cheese and adding in remainder of cheese until all is melted. Add in the onion and garlic powders or salts and blend well. Return pasta to dutch oven and pour cheese sauce over pasta. Mix well. This is a big pot of ooey gooey comfort food. Goes great with meatloaf or burgers or chicken. Sooooooooo Good!


I Didn’t Hear You…

Father in Heaven, I’m so thankful You hear our prayers. I’m grateful Your ears are not subject to a fallen world. Go before these words Lord and fill our ears and hearts. In Jesus name, Amen.


Hi there and welcome to my table. I’ve had an experience this week that I’d like to share with you all.


For many years now I’ve had a fairly significant hearing loss in my left ear. This would be a big inconvenience for someone under standard circumstances, but for a blind person… it’s rather detrimental.


I’ve been to see a specialist this week to find out if anything can be done to repair the damaged bones in my ear that is causing the hearing loss. I learned with some mixed feelings that it can indeed be rectified.


The mixed feelings are a result of this:


First- It’s surgery. I’ve had surgery twice and my reaction to anesthesia is a little difficult to deal with. I get very emotional and evidently come out of surgery crying. Not from pain but from some strange interaction with the medicine. My emotions don’t want to play nicely with the chemical substance.


Second- it has a down time of about a month before I can resume normal everyday activity. Then two months of total hearing loss in that ear (this will be in conjunction with the down time). It will be packed and need time to fully heal before the doctors can remove the protective packing. Then the inner ear will have packing as well which will dissolve on its own. This will take an additional month to heal and get back whatever hearing I’ll be able to get back. It is likely I’ll get back about eighty percent of my hearing. Praise the Lord!


Thirdly- No hearing for a blind person, even in just one ear is completely life altering.


I will be functioning off of a single ear to navigate most of my world. I’d be dishonest if I said that was only a little unnerving. Balance is off, perception is off, awareness is off… everything is just off. The funny thing is, I knew I had hearing loss but I just adapted to it and life went on. I didn’t really think about how my life could be made easier if I had my ear repaired thus restoring my hearing.


Have you ever thought about our spiritual hearing? Our ability to hear Gods’ voice?


It really makes me think about my spiritual ears, how I have just adapted to only hearing God sometimes. About how I question if I’ve heard God correctly.


“Therefore, as the Holy Spirit says ‘today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion’.”  (Hebrews 3:7-8)


Oh, how many times have I heard His voice and hardened my heart.


God whispers “Your husband would like you to tell him you appreciate him.”


I reply “He knows that already God, I don’t have to say it again.”


God whispers “Your children need encouragement from you.”


I reply “But they didn’t do what I asked them to do last week. they don’t need encouragement; they need to listen.”


God whispers “You should call that person I’ve laid on your heart to call.”


I reply “I don’t have time right Lord. I’m trying to write something that will impact people for You.”


I wonder if the doctor can operate on my spiritual ears too. I think I’ll ask the “Great Physician” to do this job.


I want to hear the Holy Spirit more clearly. I want to hear Gods instructions for my life. Even if it takes three months of prayer, taking it easy from my everyday spiritual activity, letting my spiritual ears heal, to be able to gain back my spiritual hearing, then Lord help me to do just that.


I’ll let God pack my ears with His word. I’ll let His words block out all other noises. I’ll let His words muffle the enemies lies of “you’re not capable of reaching other people for God”.


The hearing loss I have is a result of abuse I suffered at the hands of someone who told me many lies about my self-worth. My spiritual hearing has been damaged from someone else who has told me the very same lies.


Friends don’t let the voices of the world determine your worth! Jesus… the creator of the entire universe, died on a cross for your worth. No one can value you more then God!


Muffle the enemies lies with Gods healing word. Pack your spiritual ears with His word and let the healing begin!

It’s Foody Friday!!!

Here is a favorite of mine, and my daughter loves it too…


Salsa Chicken Foil Packs


Chicken tender loins (unbreaded, you will need 2/pack)


2 cups chicken broth


2 cups instant white rice


1 cup corn


1 red bell pepper chopped


2 Tbsp. butter melted


1 tsp. oregano leaves (dried is fine)


1/2 tsp. salt


1/4 tsp. pepper


1 cup salsa


1 cup Mexican style shredded cheese


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In large bowl, mix rice and chicken broth together. Let stand for 20 minutes. Add corn, chopped red pepper (optional items are: onion, black olives, or any other colored pepper). Lay out sheets of foil, large enough to make a pack, Spoon on 1 – 1 1/2 cups of the rice combination onto the foil. Lay tender loins on top of rice combo. Spoon on 1/4 cup of the salsa. Fold over edges of foil to make a pouch. Place packs on cookie sheet and bake about 35 minutes. Remove from oven and carefully open packs. Sprinkle on mexican cheese and close packs. Place back in oven and bake an additional 5 – 10 minutes.


This is such a simple meal for those rushed nights and there is very few dishes to wash. This is always a plus for me! Hope you enjoy and leave me a comment when you try them and let me know how you like them. Enjoy!



I need a skin graft

Father in heaven, I pray these words You have given me reach those You want to reach, including myself. In Jesus name, Amen.


I hope you all are comfortable here in your seat at the table. Let’s lift our forks and dig in, shall we?


I would like to take you back in time, about thirty-five years or so. I was in seventh grade. (yeesh!)


It was a normal school day and nothing out of the ordinary had happened… yet.


I was walking the halls with my friends and probably waiting for lunch and recess. All of a sudden, here comes my mother walking down the hall towards me. That’s almost never a good thing, to have your parent show up at school in the middle of the day. Not unless they were bringing you an arm full of balloons and a big tray of cupcakes all the while singing happy birthday with the marching band behind them.


But alas, this was not the case since my birthday is in October and this was in the spring.


I asked my mom what she was doing there and she replied that she was picking me up early because something had happened. Immediately I became alarmed. Stepping away from my friends and closer to my mom, I asked with panic what had happened.


“Your dad has had an accident.” she said.


The statement hung there for a moment as my mind flashed on a girl named Julie, who earlier in the year had gotten picked up from school by her family because her dad had had an accident.


She didn’t return to school for some time as I’m sure her grief was overwhelming after the funeral.


“What happened?” I asked with a trembling voice.


She explained the whole story as we drove to the hospital. I will share it with you here…


My father worked in the shop in a particular department and while walking through another, he noticed a machine was making a lot of noise and didn’t sound right. Walking over to the machine he tried to assess the situation and how he could fix it. Even though this wasn’t his normal department, he knew how these machines were supposed to operate.


This hunk of metal was designed to melt plastic for certain car parts. It had been shimmying and jolting because the temperature was more then two times hotter then it was supposed to be. He began trying to get the temperature lowered. It seemed as though the machine didn’t appreciate being told what to do.


After the explosion, many people rushed to my father who was now lying on the floor writhing in pain. Unsure of how much of his face was covered in the 700 degree plastic, all anyone knew to do while waiting for the ambulance was to put cold towels on his face to try and stop some of the pain and burning.


Walking into the hospital, I was frightened at what my dad would look like with such a severe burn to his face. I never saw his face after the burn as he was wrapped pretty tightly from his hair line down to his collar bone.  He was in the hospital for a little over three weeks. It was difficult for him to eat or brush his teeth. The plastic had burned all the way through his cheek and had damage to the inside of his mouth. Being a man and prone to whiskers growing, he had to shave over the highly sensitive area and that was always painful. I struggled to watch my dad go through all of this, but I was thankful I could visit him in the hospital and not the cemetery. My mind often went to Julie.


The weeks and months past and my dad slowly made progress. It was now time for surgeries to begin. He had some procedures already to surgically remove the melted plastic and small pieces of shrapnel that had been embedded in his face. Now it was time for skin grafts.


They would take skin from his hip and graft it to his face. We joked that we could call him “butt face” now and not get in trouble! Ha.


The idea, of course, was for the skin to eventually fuse together forming a seamless unification over time. It was successful as we are now more than three decades down the road and no one can tell he had been so badly burned. The skin didn’t argue about being grafted on, it simply obeyed and took on the cells of the skin that was naturally there.


The seems connected to each other so tightly that you could no longer tell what was once skin from somewhere else and what was already on his face.


This is how I want my relationship with Jesus to be!


I want to be so tightly connected to Him that no one can tell where He leaves off and I begin. Or where I had begun and He took over.


Romans 11:19 “Then you will say, ‘branches were broken off so that I might be grafted in.'”


There are many who once believed in God but then chose to go their own way. Then there are those who didn’t know God but then came to know Him. For those who reject Him, it’s like that skin that got burned, it no longer wanted to adhere to my dads face. It needed to have new skin grafted on. That skin held firm and clung to my dads face.


I need a grafting too. I need the things of my life that don’t want to adhere to Jesus to be removed and new things to be added. This will make it impossible for anyone (including myself) to tell where I leave off and Jesus begins. I want such a tight relationship with Him that my seems cannot even be detected even by me.


My desire is to have all of Jesus grafted onto all of me. I don’t even want anymore of my own skin. I want His only.


Oh Father let my life be a grafting of You onto me. Let it not be seen where You leave off and I begin.


Is this your prayer too?


If I hadn’t told you this story and you met my dad… you would never have known what happened. I want whoever I introduce to my heavenly Father to never be able to tell where He leaves off and I begin. Shall we all keep this in our prayers?



I have a prayer I’d like to offer…

There has been much going on around us lately that has been on my heart so heavily.


The earthquake in California, wayward children, unequally yoked spouses, deaths and losses, financial instability, caring for aging parents and the list goes on…


Will you join me in this prayer just now?


Father in heaven, we have many requests to bring to You tonight. Lord we think of those who have been victims of the California earthquake. We are so thankful for those who are safe but we want to lift up those who have suffered. Father many have been misplaced from their homes. They have lost all of their belongings. Possibly loved ones and or pets. Father this devastation is likely to be long lasting so we pray for patience and renewal. Lord much more then the earth itself has been shaken.


Father many of us have children that have chosen paths that are unhealthy or destructive. Lord we pray that they will return to You. We may have taught them Your ways and now they are determined to walk their own way. Lord we ask that You make them restless in their own choices. Give them no peace about their decisions. Father if they have strayed to far for us to reach them, we pray these sheep have ears to hear the Shepherd.


Lord we may have a spouse that does not share our love for You. We ask for Your guidance in how to lead them along the path to Your grace. Help us to be gentle in the leading Lord, just as You have been with us. Give us the tools we need to help cultivate that relationship and help them to have open hearts to hear Your truths.


Lord we may have aging parents that we are caring for. Father we ask for You to give us patience and endurance as we lovingly care for them as they once did for us. Provide proper assistance Lord and if need be, provide the financial means needed. Help us to care for them with dignity and grace.


Father we may have a loved one battling a terminal or debilitating illness. Maybe it’s  a disability that is life altering. Lord we pray for guidance to help them but not belittle them. Give us wisdom to know when to help and when not to. Grant us patience and forgiveness as they travel this challenging road.


Lord we may be feeling fear or frustration over the loss of a job or death of a life-long dream. Help us to know Father, that You are in control and have the ending already planned out. Help us to trust fully in Your plans for us to spite our disappointment. Your ways are higher then our ways so help us to cling to that knowledge. Take away our fears and give us eyes to see Your provisions.


We bring all this to Your throne Father along with any other requests. We pray all of it with confidence in Jesus Holy name, Amen.


I hope this prayer was of some comfort to you. I will pray for any other requests that show up here in the comments or you can private message me on Facebook or Instagram. Blessings to you all.