Saturday, November 8, 2014

My Favorite Way to Spend a Saturday Morning




This is how I love to spend my Saturday mornings. Or any morning, for that matter. My favorite magazine and a cup of something warm makes me happy. Unfortunately, it doesn't happen very often. 

Today, I decided to MAKE it happen. My dentist, of all people, recently told me I had too much stress (Who, me? I'm a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom to five...what could be stressful about that? Ha!) and that I needed to spend more time doing things I enjoy. 

Well, this is one of the things I enjoy. But...don't be fooled. Sophia, Jake, and Peppa played in the background on the TV, and two of my children added to the soundtrack with their arguing while attempting to climb Mount Mama.

The point is, I still made an effort to add some relaxation to my day. I wouldn't trade anything for the opportunity I have  to stay home with my children, but stress is a given part of that life. It's a part of life, period. We could all use some time to slow down and do something just for ourselves once in a while.

What are you doing to add a little joy and "unwind time" to your life?

We want to hear from you! What is your idea of a relaxing morning?


Monday, October 20, 2014

For the Love of Candy Corn

          






Ahh...Candy Corn...it's pretty much a staple at our house this time of year. Except with Pops. He's a party pooper, because he hates the stuff. Actually, "hate" is probably too strong a word. He says he's a "dislike-er," a "non-care-er," or a "would- prefer-something-else-er." Ha! 









        What about you? Candy Corn lover or hater?



Thursday, October 9, 2014

His Eye is on the Sparrow

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Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

"Let not your heart be troubled," His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.


Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I'm free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.



 I can remember my Grandaddy singing this song numerous times in church when I was young. I was always happy to hear him, regardless of the song he was singing on any given Sunday, but this is one that has always held a special place in my heart. As a youth, I never could have imagined the significance those words would one day have for me.

 Life isn't easy. That is just a fact. Sure, we all go through those times when it seems all is right with the world, but those moments are brief. All too often, we feel tired, stressed, and even overwhelmed. As a mother of 5 children, I know a little lot about these emotions. More than I care to. However, I have the assurance that God will lead me through my day with all that I need to accomplish His will...if I will let Him. Jesus clearly told us in His Word (Matthew 6:28-34) that if God clothes the flowers and feeds the birds, He will certainly take care of us. That's one lesson I have to let Him remind me of daily.

 I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me

 The key is in drawing closer to Him. I don't claim to be perfect in my spiritual life by any means, but I know that the more time I spend in prayer and in the scriptures, the more I feel His presence guiding me. I know I feel less stressed. And I know that if He sees each time a sparrow falls, He's also watching over me.

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He's watching over YOU, too!

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Does this song have a special meaning to you? Please share your story.


Monday, September 22, 2014

Brisket & Pimento Cheese Burger


 Last weekend, my husband (known here on 411eight as "Pops") and I were watching an episode of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives on Food Network, when we saw Guy Fieri sampling a burger made with barbecued brisket and pimento cheese.

 As a rule, I don't get too exotic when it comes to cooking. Being a mom, I try to keep things simple, so I can be fairly sure my kids will eat what I prepare. But when Pops (an aspiring chef) cooks, you never know what you might find on your plate. That's not an entirely bad thing, as was the case when we decided to try our own version of the brisket burger. I don't dislike pimento cheese, but I never would have thought to pair it with brisket, on a sandwich, no less. 

 But...believe me when I tell you this burger was gooood! 


    

 These are the items we used for our version:

- King's Hawaiian hamburger buns

- Pre-cooked & sliced brisket
 (We would love to have smoked our own brisket, but alas, we are without a smoker/grill at the moment.)

- BBQ Sauce

- Pimento Cheese

- Green bell peppers

- Dill pickles

- Tomatoes

- I chose to enjoy my sandwich sans white onions, but Pops had them on his.


   


I never would have imagined this combination could be so good. It just proves that our mothers were right when they said, "You'll never know if you like it, if you don't try it!" ;)

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Try this burger for yourself, or your own version, then let us know all about it. Feel free to share your favorite sandwich or burger with us, as well.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

More "Cheputch," Please




 Last night, my three-year-old daughter, Ladybug, asked for more ketchup for her chicken nuggets.
 I'm sure that request was heard by many moms
 in many homes last night, but none
so heart-tugging as in my own.
 
You see, the day before, and every day since Ladybug has been old enough to know what ketchup is, she has called it "cheputch." So, when she asked for more "ketchup," I didn't think anything of it at first. I happily gave her
more, but then...I stopped dead in my tracks.
The realization shattered my heart
into a million pieces.
 
My baby girl is not a baby anymore.
 
Sure, it's just the pronunciation of a word today, but all too soon, it will be reading and writing those words, and homework. Then dating. Then marriage and a family of her own.
 
I struggle to stay in the here and now
 with my children, and enjoy the current stage.
 I can't go back in time or make the moment last longer...if I blink, this one will be gone, too.
I pray God will give me the grace needed to accept the fact that I can't keep my babies little forever.
 
They will grow up.
 
Until then, I'll just keep asking Him for
a little more "cheputch," please.