Showing posts from 2016

Recipe: Avgolemono - Lemon Chicken Soup

This took less than 20 minutes to cook up!  Here's my #supersimple #Recipe, and yes, it's a great way to enjoy your #lemon #essentialoil... #Enjoy and tell me if you #tryit 

½ C finely chopped onion
2 cloves minced garlic
3-4 sprigs thyme
2 tsp Kosher salt
2tsp Black pepper
8 C chicken stock
3-4 C cooked, chopped chicken
2 eggs
¼ cup #fresh lemon juice
3 drops #doterra lemon eo
Heat evoo and saute until soft and translucent the onion, garlic cloves with salt, pepper and thyme (tied with string) on med heat in your stock pot. try not to let onions get dark
Deglaze the yummies in that pot with 8 cups broth, bring to boil, add 1½ cups orzo, return to boil then reduce to simmer for 5 minutes.
Meanwhile whisk eggs with lemon juice. Add 2 cups of the hot broth to the egg mixture to temper it. Then stir this slowly back into into the soup. Add chicken (I had a roasted chicken on hand! Score!) and 3 drops lemon essential oil and stir. Remove thyme bundle, ch…

Am I Gonna Die In Church? ...thoughts from my ten-year-old self

We all had silly notions when we were young of how life worked - like thinking there were actual little people in the TV doing all those shows. But some might not have been so silly! Some were life and death! Communion at church! Eeeeek!!

Taking communion at church used to scare the Hades out of me. I had heard the preacher say that people had “fallen asleep” (which I found out was code for “died!”) because they were unworthy, and because they took communion with unconfessed sin….at least that’s what I thought he said. So, when the elders would assemble at the front of the church to pass around the communion plates it got real for me...and I got my prayin' face on! I’d start my prayers in earnest as they headed my way...head bowed, hands folded tightly and trembling...

”Oh dear Jesus, I’m so sorry for all the bad things I’ve done and the way I treated my sister and disobeyed my parents…”

And I’d open one eye from my praying to see the communion plate getting closer, and I’d squirm ba…

The One When Lucy Got Scooby Scared

We used to have quite a little farm at our home. Having lots of pets makes for lots of stories and this was one I remember like yesterday... Our mini poodle Lucy FREAKED out. One second she was trotting without a care ahead of me as I walked to the kitchen and the next she's practically jumping into my arms like Scooby into Shaggy's. Something in the shadows by the piano startled her - and by startled I mean she literally skidded to a stop and back peddled on her clicky little paws until she slipped - back legs first - down the stairs. Now, mind you, normally Lucy assertively goes for any little critters she crickets and beetles, or grasshoppers, even mice. She scared up a rat from the side yard a few weeks back and killed it. She keeps the stray cats in their place, tried to take on a skunk last week, and even attempted to bark a Rottweiler into submission at the beach a couple of days ago. But this time she was acting more like a scaredy cat, instead of my us…

When A Friend is Hurting

"Did I do something wrong?" Shauna asked me from over her cup of coffee, tears brimming making her sad eyes look so tired. "I mean, I just don't see how things could be going this badly in my life unless I had done something wrong - really missed the mark - and God is teaching me a lesson." 

Honestly, this question is one where I could put any woman's name ...Mary's name, Cindy's, Karla's, and at one point in my life - my own. I hear it all the time when I meet with women sharing their hurt and asking the hard questions. Why are things going so wrong? How did I mess up to deserve this? 
It's no wonder we think along these lines. From our earliest lessons in life, we see that things come together with consistent cause and effect whether good or bad or even neutral: We cry for comes to pick us up. We reach out to a hot stove...ouch! In school, one plus one equals two whether we're playing with blocks, racing through a math worksh…

I Don't Really Trust God...or Do I?

During a particularly stressful season in my life it occurred to me that I liked the idea of trusting God, but I didn't actually trust him. I knew the Bible verses - "trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not blah-blah-blah..." I knew the songs, " and obey for there's no other way to be blah-blah-blah-blah..." but reeeeeally, truly was I actually living in way that showed I trusted him? I realized, when I sat down in my office chair, I just sit. I trusted the chair to hold me. When I turned the faucet I just held the cup and trusted the water to splash worrying, wondering, second guessing...I just went on past experience without a 2nd thought and, voila, my cup runneth over. So, what was up with how I was thinking of "trusting" God? 

I realized my concept of trust in God and how that looked in my life was connected to my expectations on how this or that situation might turn out. So I was trusting God only to the extent …

Taco Tuesday and The Flaming Tower of Terror

Sometimes you are glad that there's no cameras around to record your goofy nonsense...other times, you want evidence so you can review it later and share with others! I'm not sure which category this life event would fall under, but, none-the-less, it's one of our favorite family stories:
I was frying up a batch of homemade taco shells, left the pan on the stove top to sit down and enjoy Taco Tuesday with my son Jonathan and his friend, Tommy, when Jonathan looked up and said, 'There's a fire' and he said it with a pretty calm voice so when I got around to looking back into the kitchen behind me the fire was looking more like the Lord God Almighty leading the children of Israel by night with a pillar---only the pillar was billowing out of my taco pan! The fire was HUGE and licking the ceiling! I jumped up from the table, ran back into the kitchen, grabbed a lid, but the flames were so high and hot it was too hard to get the lid to stay on and smother the pan. …

Thoughts on taking "Communion"...

Heading to church this morning and maybe, like me, you'll be taking communion? How many of us have taken "communion" and not fully understood the history and context of what the cup - or really, cups - meant? In Christian churches, communion is observing one fraction of the full event. What we now call, "The Lord's Supper" was a Passover Seder at which Yeshua would have had four cups of wine. Each cup was a reminder of an aspect of God's deliverance and our response... The cups of sanctification, deliverance, redemption and finally, praise. 

This charm is a special reminder to me of Yeshua's last Passover Seder. Lifting the fourth cup, The Cup of Praise, at the Seder that night with his disciples He said, "I tell you, I will not drink of this fruit if the vine from now until that day when I drink it anew with you in my Father's Kingdom." Next time you take communion, maybe pause and think of that night when Jesus spoke those words and t…

Johnny Cash Was Right

Gotta love Cash. 
His words ring so true. Who would say that they "live for the devil"?...The reality is, if you're not truly living for God, you are living for the devil. Plain and simple. It's not that you'd put on a" Team Satan" t-shirt, or wear a WWSD - "What Would Satan Do?" - bracelet. You wouldn't actually identify that you're living for the devil, but think about it - if you're not for Him (God) you're against Him. And if you're against Him, whose side are you on? As passive as it is, your inaction on this point really is an action. It might not be considered polite conversation, but I'm going to suggest it needs to be discussed. 

The One Where I Get Political

There's a video going around showing Obama at a press conference saying that world leaders are concerned about the statements coming from Trump and even Cruz. Gasp! 
They should be concerned. Americans are pissed and over it with a president who bows to muslim leaders and lies to his own people. They should be concerned. Americans don't want the citizens of these countries illegally infiltrating our land. 
We're trying to elect a leader who will - and call me crazy here - uphold the consti-flippin-tution and the intent of our founding fathers! We don't want your failed socialism, communism or any other pathetic -isms that are financially and morally bankrupting your countries. We are angry and motivated and working to get America back on track. Don't misunderstand me, I don't believe in the political system. No, "my faith is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but only lean on Jesus' name.&q…

You and Your Political Correctness Are Pathetic

Not too long ago, any man claiming to be a woman or vis versa would be pitied as mentally unstable and in need of help. But today they're lauded, protected, honored, and society is redefining itself on the perverted premises of these and other aberrations.
I believe the root of this is simple. Pride. Total lack of humility. Complete unwillingness to say, "My way is wrong. God's way is right."
When we allow wrong to be called right we invite insanity. Go back and read the account of Nebuchadnezzer. His lack of humility before God led quite literally to his complete insanity. His sanity was restored, but only after he humbled himself before God. The more we make allowances for aberrant behavior like this gender identity nonsense, the further our society drifts from sanity. When Roe v Wade was decided and the murder of babies was legalized, we opened the floodgates and the tide of insanity has streamed through every channel of our society. 
The insanity of redefining murde…

The One When I Talk About Farts...and The Bible

I've been teaching for going on 30 years. That's nearly 1000 students!  As unique as each child has been, there's a few traits that students have in common year after year, one of them is their silly obsession with body noises...farts in particular. There. I said it. If one student let a toot slip in class it inevitably brought snickers from the others and great embarrassment to the child.  So, in keeping with our class code that ours was a safe place for all and that no one would ever need to feel afraid, I started the, "I did it!" rule. Quite simply, when a toot slipped, everyone in the class would say, "I did it!" We all pitched in to "cover up" for the tooter and in so doing, instead of strife we got laughter and peace and everyone felt a sense of safety and acceptance.  In today's sensibilities we see covering up sins as something wrong because it's making excuses for someone else's wrongdoings, enabling or worse aiding and abett…