tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62276584321623160772024-03-13T10:03:50.206-07:00Little Oak TableBuilding our home one day at a time...Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-23456877795713108862017-06-29T08:58:00.000-07:002017-06-29T08:58:48.389-07:00Blackberry Cobbler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In medium bowl, stir together blackberries and sugar. Let stand about 20 minutes or until fruit syrup forms. Heat oven to 375°F.<br />
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In large bowl, stir together flour, baking powder, salt and milk. Stir in melted butter until blended. Spread in ungreased 8-inch square pan. Spoon blackberry mixture over batter.<br />
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Bake 45 to 55 minutes or until dough rises and is golden. Serve warm with cream.
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Last night I had time out of the house to read and write. Having a two-ish hour window of wide open space can be overwhelming. Where to go, what to do. The red bus ended up at the new Starbucks in town. It is perfection. The warm wooden walls and lighting make it feel cozy and perfect.<br />
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The second I walked in, I immediately spotted where I would set up camp. Comfy chair in the corner. But I am telling you, I could not get focused in. I tried writing, reading my book on Kindle, reading my real book. I kept running into brick walls. My head was pounding because for some stupid reason I'm trying to lay off so much sugar. I promise you the only thing I could think about in this entire world was going home to make a cobbler.<br />
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So I did the only logical thing I could.<br />
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I drove to the store for fresh blackberries and came home to whip up a cobbler. While it baked I washed my face and got in my nightgown. I turned on my bedroom lamps and made myself a cozy place to rest. When the cobbler came out of the oven, I lit candles and served up bowls to the family. Then I took a sleeping pill and went to bed early. Three cheers for summer nights!<br />
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<br />Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-71408468112097351902017-06-24T11:30:00.004-07:002017-06-25T05:53:53.307-07:00Feasting & FastingI am an eater.<br />
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You will not find me skimping on the good stuff.<br />
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I eat more like a man than a woman. I like hearty food. What I'm trying to say is, I'm no flower. I'm a food-eating foodie.<br />
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Something I read in Shauna Niequest's book, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bread-Wine-Letter-Around-Recipes-ebook/dp/B008EGV68M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1498394988&sr=8-1&keywords=bread+and+wine+shauna+niequist">Bread & Wine</a>, made all the sense in the world to me. She talked about feasting and fasting. Some times in our life are for feasting, and we balance that by having times of "fasting." The term fasting is held loosely, but in this context, I am talking about holding back on indulgences for a season to reset.<br />
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I can turn anything into a reason to feast. Heck, it's Tuesday, let's plan a party! OK, let me just get on with it already. My big summer plans have come to an end. I'm about to be in five months of not much hoorah on the ol' calendar. That is why I've decided to start THM today. Not a nazi THM-er, but "A Mostly THM-er." I figure some meals are going to be straight up fun, and I'm allowing it. This just means I am laying off on so many carbs, changing them out for healthier carbs (homemade bread, Josephs Pita Wraps, sprouted bread from freezer section), going for less sugar, cooking a bit more intentional.<br />
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This has been the summer of feeling better. So far I have been focusing on getting good rest. I've been adding some steps to my day. Nothing crazy, just trying to hit my Fit Bit Goals. Even if it's only 6,000 steps.<br />
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When I decide to be healthy for a season, I usually completely derail on my menu planning. It usually happens on an unsuspecting Saturday morning. I grab my cookbooks, go to the table, get over-ambitious with my new healthy menu for the week, spend a gazillion bucks at the grocery store, cook all manner of weird new food for the week, and it last's approximately three days. This time I am changing my approach.<br />
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That is the plan. Start where you are with what you have and make one simple change!<br />
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Today when I menu planned I started with Dinner. I usually start with healthy desserts. But I think I read something about man not being able to live on dessert alone, so whatever, I started with dinner. Here is the menu for the week. Food in all caps can be found in this <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Trim-Healthy-Mama-Cookbook-Recipes-ebook/dp/B00U4VFSO8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1498394922&sr=8-1&keywords=trim+healthy+mama+cookbook">Trim Healthy Mama cookbook</a>.<br />
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<b><u>Dinner Menu:</u></b><br />
SALISBURY STEAK, green beans, THM BREAD & butter<br />
POTSTICKER PATTIES, lettuce shreds and ranch, FOTATO SOUP<br />
Burgers<br />
Taco Salads<br />
SWEET POTATO BAR<br />
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<b><u>Lunch:</u></b><br />
CHICKEN JALAPENO POPPER SOUP<br />
SOUTHWESTERN PAN BREAD, turkey, lettuce, tomato<br />
canned soups<br />
left-overs<br />
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<b><u>Breakfast:</u></b><br />
bacon & eggs<br />
smoothies with protein powder<br />
Triple Zero Vanilla Greek yogurt, walnuts, frozen berries<br />
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<b><u>Snacks:</u></b><br />
Nut Thins, pepperoni, mozzarella<br />
almonds<br />
string cheese<br />
apples and peanut butter<br />
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Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-33607170406331589462016-12-14T12:42:00.000-08:002016-12-14T12:42:49.499-08:00Establishing A Daily Time With The LordHave you seen the movie, The Wedding Planner?<br />
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Do you remember one of the very first scenes in the movie where it shows Jlo coming home from work? She lays things out for dinner, just so. You can tell by her movements that she is careful to tend to every tiny detail in her world. She cleans and tidies the house before bed. Her world is a picture of perfect order.<br />
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That is me.<br />
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Well, that is the me buried under all the mismatched socks and Legos. I have a constant tension of my natural bent and my reality. And let me tell ya, things have derailed around here.<br />
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One look at the pictures tells the story of life run a muck. Whatever it is that derails you, getting back up and getting back on track can be difficult. It's like, when you pass a certain point, you kind of give up because you are not sure what to tackle first.<br />
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For us it has been a string of sickness. As in off and on for twelve weeks. I have personally taken a couple of the hits and the result of my absence in the home is explosions of stuff everywhere I turn.<br />
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Everywhere I turn I see messes. Floors overrun. Dressers spilling over, so full they will not even shut.<br />
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Everything feels like it holds a layer of sticky and I cannot get myself caught up. I am barely keeping my head above the water. Two weeks ago I raised my white flag. Sent out an SOS in an exasperated prayer to the throne. I was in such need of a place to retreat to on a daily basis. I needed to create a space to go that was one tiny corner of order in my world. Some kind of constant something that even sickness could not touch. The rest of the house could be falling down, but I needed to create a corner of this world that I could call my own. Where I could create the beauty that would fill me up.<br />
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I put pen to paper and made my battle plan. It was time to fight for change. Here is the list of things I went through to bring myself to a better place:<br />
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<li>I realized that I HAD to figure out how to come to the throne room of grace every single day</li>
<li>This meant I needed to create a space where I could mentally sit and be with Jesus</li>
<li>I outlined a very simple plan of attack. (wake, shower, prepare my room, show up)</li>
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This is my tent of meeting where I have been coming for eleven days straight to be with Jesus. As you can tell from the pictures, we are still living in a pretty solid state of survival mode around here, but this space...this space right here, I have prepared the space and I have been coming and He has been meeting me right here in the middle of all my mess called life.<br />
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<br />Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-9683727902253161862016-12-05T12:58:00.000-08:002016-12-05T13:06:40.422-08:00Make RoomWhen Jesus came the first time, there was no room for him. I have been an unorganized mess lately.<br />
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Nothing is consistent. <br />
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Yesterday I raised my white flag. Something had to change. <br />
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Order needed to be restored from my chaos. <br />
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I want to make room inside for the coming of Jesus this Christmas. It isn't even Christmas shopping that has diverted my attention, I have bought nothing yet. And that is not some super spiritual move on my part, it is just fallout from the mess of my days.<br />
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When I need to restore order, the first place I begin is with me. I need a peaceful place to come and sit. That is my bedroom, my haven I have created for myself.<br />
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Here's how yesterday went down (pre-white flag raising). Got up late. Every room was already scattered with bits of clutter here and there. Felt behind. Needed order. Needed a calm place to sit and be with Jesus (hi, remember me Lord?). So I timed myself. Like, literally, timed myself. Getting ready feels like it takes 3 hours. So I timed myself. Turns out I can be ready in 45 minutes max. It took 3 minutes to get the baby dressed for the day and her hair fixed. <br />
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I spent 10 minutes fluffing my bedroom. I made my bed, turned on my lamps, picked up last night's clothes, ran a quick vacuum because lines complete me, lit my new Twisted Peppermint candle, turned on my Instrumental Christmas Pandora radio, got my Peppermint Mocha Creamer with a splash of coffee, and I locked myself in my bedroom.<br />
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The day started out behind and I took an hour to restore the order on the outside so that I could restore the order on the inside. We have to know the truth about ourselves. My truth is that I need order to rest. Chaos is so distracting for me. And here is what I decided. The rest of the house might be a dump, but my room is my space to keep just so, just how I like it. It is my tiny space in this big world that is mine to retreat to. It is my personal retreat space. In a home shared with a lot of other people, I have made a space to go. I have filled this room with beauty and it is one place I can create order to take the rest I need, both at night and throughout the day.<br />
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After I sat and admired the order of the room, I flipped open my Bible to this page. Get up and prepare. Dress yourself for work.<br />
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My life feels like one big sloppy bad habit. There are so many sloppy areas to address it is hard to know where to start. Life has piled up around me and buried me. There are so many pieces to move so I can climb to freedom. I look at the long road ahead, and I threaten to shut down and keep doing nothing. I threaten to keep living in this pile of defeat. <br />
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But I have to start SOMEWHERE. So I choose to start here. With this habit. The habit of getting up, getting ready (even if it is just a shower and clothes with no pretty make-up and air dried hair). Getting up and dressed, making my bed, and taking the first moments of my day to sit with Jesus. It seems like order always starts in this place for me. With getting up and creating a space to meet with the Lord.<br />
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And sit I did. I sat with Jesus and Exodus 33 and spent time thinking about how Joshua just wanted to linger in the presence of the Lord. He did not want to go from His Presence. And this is what I am asking from the Lord. I am asking for big heaps of desire to linger in His Presence. For an increase of the filling of the Holy Spirit in my life. I want to wake up.<br />
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Make room. Create a space. Create your own Tent of Meeting to meet with Jesus and then come.<br />
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Make room. Lord, make room in our hearts for more of you this Christmas season in Jesus name I pray.<br />
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Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-42310329783176680552016-11-02T14:55:00.001-07:002016-11-02T14:55:02.194-07:00Window Transformations<div style="position: relative;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(<a href="http://signaturekitchensonline.com/portfolio/kitchens/contemporary-farmhouse-style/">Source</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She lived in a normal American home. Not too big, nothing fancy, just a run of the
mill home in an average neighborhood. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She greeted me at the front door and led me into the kitchen area where
I was taken aback at the simple beauty of her kitchen windows. No blinds hindered the light from shining in
and the windows themselves, they sparkled. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The setting sun shimmered through the evening leaves. Nothing hindered
the display of dancing leaves as they lit up the grass with their shadowy beauty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The clear brilliance of the glass lit up the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“How did you get your windows to sparkle so?” I
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“A roll of paper towels and plenty of Windex. I just sprayed and wiped over and over until
they shined.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her answer was uncomplicated. It was reproducible. I bet you are thinking I went home and
grabbed my paper towels and Windex and went to town. You’d be right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">One of my all time favorite quotes is by Eleanor
Roosevelt. She says to </span><span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u>start where you
are with what you have</u></i></b></span></span><span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">No excuses. No
waiting for a better time. No reason to
have more resources. You probably have a
bottle of the blue stuff and a roll of paper towels. And if you don’t, for a couple of bucks you
could score some from the dollar store.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We are fortunate to live in the land of
abundance. Creating an inviting space is
well within our grasp, even with the most meager means. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "lucida sans typewriter"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When I was a little girl, I remember Oprah talking
about creating a home and she said there was no excuse not to make a pretty
space. For her, even when she was poor,
she always believed in making her home pretty.
That is how I was raised. My mama
worked hard. She was a single
parent. We did not have a lot and lived in a
brown duplex. It was not fancy. The houses around us were also run down and
old looking. But none of that mattered. Every Saturday we took the time to make the
place shine. We took care of the little
we had. Taking care of our home caused
us to respect it. The work of our hands
brought comfort at the end of the day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-59329400805486228062016-11-01T07:57:00.000-07:002016-11-01T07:57:14.611-07:00Check It Out!<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">My friend <a href="http://www.ofgoodthings.blogspot.com/">Donna</a> just started a new blog. You can find her here, at <a href="http://www.ofgoodthings.blogspot.com/">www.ofgoodthings.blogspot.com</a>. I know you will love her as much as I do. She is an encourager who loves the Lord. </span></div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-65971034141132790532016-09-03T07:36:00.000-07:002016-10-18T12:43:11.861-07:00Down Time<br />
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I made THIS happen this morning.<br />
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Last night we had to cancel plans. We needed to stay home and rest because <strike>every time I sneeze I pee my pants</strike> we have colds.<br />
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So it feels wrong to create a space of beauty when I let folks down yesterday. The temptation to feel guilt over making something pretty and then taking time to enjoy it.<br />
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Last night I fell asleep asking God for more of the Holy Spirit in my life. I asked for deeper desire to know the Lord. And then this morning, all this. Plus, low humidity. Plus, ULTA is open and I am a mere 10 minute drive to the Beauty Heaven.<br />
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It's safe to say I'm a little torn up.<br />
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In other news, I've moved to Instagram. <br />
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@salsachipgirl is my handle<br />
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I reactivated my FB because my friend Michelle had a Lularoe party on the FB and oh my gosh why do we not have Lularoe in our town? This I grieve, but I do my best to move on, shopping clearance racks here and there to ease the pain.<br />
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The other thing I am praying about is, how shall I put this? It's my words. There are some words in me and a stirring on my innards (sorry, is the word innards gross? yeah, that's what I thought too). OK, there is a stirring inside of me (yes, that is much better), to share some things. And how does one go about sharing the words in a world full of words? Not sure yet, but I am surely praying over it.<br />
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OK love you bye.<br />
<br />Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-57656885465607734732016-08-14T14:48:00.000-07:002016-08-14T14:48:01.128-07:00Beauty Shop ChatterEvery eight weeks I hop in my car and drive down to the beauty shop.<br />
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It has been about a year since I discovered that my fine hair looks best without layers. The Texan in me took awhile to get used to this hair fact about myself. I had gone all my life getting layers or texture of some sort and only in my wiser old age of 23 did I stumble upon this hair revolution. One length looks healthier on me. <br />
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I am a highlight low light kind of person. The year I got no color at all put in my hair was depressing. I looked blah the entire year. It was unfortunate. It caused me to eat too many carbs and take too many naps. So we found a way to get a hair line put back in the budget and I've been happier ever since. I'm still eating carbs and napping but that is neither here nor there.<br />
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Tuesday night I couldn't sleep and was PMS-ing so naturally I watched YOU TUBE hair tutorials until three am. I was this close to chopping my hair off and getting bangs when the second round of Melatonin kicked in and I finally fell asleep.<br />
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One of these days I'm going to do it though. I'm going to go inside that salon with my candy bar and get a long pixie. I am you just wait and see.<br />
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On a typical non-hormonal day, I am most content with an all one length bob.<br />
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There was the addition of my new hair piece that joined the family last Fall. We have an oriental type store in town that sells all manner of faux hair. I just wanted a pony tail thingy. You have never seen so many options in one store. When I asked the lady for help and told her it was my first time to buy hair, she reprimanded me and said, "Oh honey, you so behind!"<br />
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She would not let me try on the hair, per se, because some people, not me, but some people have things in their hair. Ew. Fine, I'll just take the one that wraps around my pony tail thank you. Hair pieces are a fairly reliable option on a bad hair day. I think the key to making it look natural is to pick it out a bit, but don't, DO NOT take your curling iron to it. That will result in singeing your newly acquired hair which will result in an amateur emergency cut to remove said singed hair. <br />
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The beauty shop teaches me all kinds of life skills. How to shellac at home. The best kind of tortilla for a quesadilla. Where to vacation. I lay in the chair with my head in the shampoo bowl, country music blaring, and the beauty shop chatter makes me a better person. Talk of eyebrows and air brushed make-up. A wedding party bustling around the shop with fancy up-do's getting ready for the big day. Grandma in her white orthopedics along for the ride, her hair already coiffed.<br />
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In the olden days when I'd get a style, I lived for red lights so I could check out the new do in the mirror on the way home. Inevitably I'd catch every green light forcing me to wait until I got home to really check out the new do. Those were stressful days of good fortune, what with the green lights and all. These days my cut is the same and I like it this way. Spruce up the old bob, stop by the library to grab my weekend reads, come home and try to take a nap which never works because I don't want to bend my pretty new hair.<br />
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The moral of the story is-get your hair done. A beauty shop education will take you places, so get one every eight weeks. How do you think I became as smart as I am? Find you a style that suits you and be realistic. One time I took a picture of the beautiful Jennifer Hudson in and got my hair done like hers. Only problem was, she is African American. Well, OK whatever, it didn't look great on me, lesson learned, maybe stick to a similar hair genre as yourself. If you are feeling blah, slap some color up in their. Download a hair app in the middle of the night and give yourself fire engine red hair and fringe bangs just for kicks. You gotta keep things spiced up. Sometimes when you've fallen off the fashion wagon, a trip to the beauty salon is all it takes to get you back on.Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-31344757094215369932016-08-11T11:25:00.001-07:002016-08-11T11:26:27.600-07:00Three YearsWould you believe it has been a little over three years
since I came home fully.
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How?</div>
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Eight years of pouring my heart and soul into my business
ended one July afternoon with an email and a phone call. The ending of an era and ushering in of a new
one happened in ten short minutes. <br />
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It
was done, I was free. Feeling lost, I
walked around my house looking around, not sure what to do with myself. With a husband out of the country and the
boys at the neighbors, I found myself in a rare moment of quiet. Alone.
Unemployed by the doing of my own hands.
I felt like a stranger in my own home, uncertain of what you do when you
cut the chains that have held you prisoner for so long, what does freedom feel
like? What am I supposed to do?</div>
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Like riding a bike, I did what I do. I cleaned my house. Left to right, top to bottom, the order
always the same. Familiar rhythms found
their way into the first moments of this new life, birthed only moments earlier. I
started in my bathroom and worked my way around our home fluffing and shining every
surface. Vacuum lines filled the carpets
in every room as things began to take shape before my eyes. Every single lamp in the house was on and the
sun flooded through summer windows. The
candle flickered on the ledge of the bar filling the room with a sweet
fragrance. When the last room was
complete I sat on the couch and admired the work of my hands.</div>
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Order had been restored in my home, and the beginnings of
order being restored in my heart had begun its work too.</div>
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That evening the boys came home and we ate a simple supper
together on the patio. Slowly the sun
set behind the house casting long shadows over the lawn. The atmosphere felt different that
night. We laughed easy and I felt light
on the inside. Time was spread out
before me like an open field. Dishes
cleared and washed, boys in bed, I sat on my couch wrapped in a heavy blanket
of peace.<br />
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I had done it, I had come home. I took the leap of faith and obeyed what I
did not want to obey. I gave up what I
had worked so tirelessly for. I traded
my fears of an unknown future in for trusting that God was my faithful one,
never failing me, not even once. The
numbers made no sense on paper, and only time would unfold the story of
provision so lavish, always on time.</div>
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Three years later.</div>
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How?</div>
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Another season silently takes her place on the stage of my
life, as the old one quietly folds itself up. This time I am greeting my new
post with a soul at rest. A toddler
almost three, two boys in youth, and an energetic second grader. I have words to say and relationships to
build. My spirit is alive and I am
filled with joy. </div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-60064550469293232012016-04-11T11:22:00.000-07:002016-04-11T13:22:28.575-07:00Picky EatersMy friends really came through for me with some excellent advice in regard to picky eaters. I wrote it all down to process through everything they said, and today I'm sharing it with you. There is bound to be something on this list that you can implement in your home if you are dealing with a picky eater.<br />
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Make sure they have healthy snacks. This is the first place to cut out the junk.<br />
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Try to serve a veggie or fruit they like at every meal.<br />
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Ease in. Don't serve an entire new menu in one setting and expect them to like it.<br />
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Have them cook with you. Sometimes it's not the food, but the way we fix it.<br />
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Eat or don't eat, but this is all you get until breakfast.<br />
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Teach them this message, "Be thankful God chose to let you eat today."<br />
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Communicate mealtime and table expectations <strong><em><u>before</u></em></strong> you sit down. Think through what your family rules are, and then communicate them clearly <strong><em><u>before</u></em></strong> mealtime. They may need gentle reminders during the actual meal itself, but train them in a setting before the table. <br />
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You may need to stop all snacks until they learn to eat at mealtime.<br />
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Take a bite of everything.<br />
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Eat what is served.<br />
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Offer a "no thank you" helping that scales to the size of the eater. Once that is finished they can have more servings of the other choices.<br />
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They will eat if they are hungry!<br />
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I am not a short order cook, so eat or don't eat, but this is all I am making tonight.<br />
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It takes up to 15 times to develop a new taste for some foods. Keep serving and keep trying.<br />
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Missing a meal or two will not hurt them.<br />
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Make the meal I want to make and have at least one item the picky one(s) like. Put the things they don't like on their plates, they will come around and develop a taste for those foods.<br />
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Implement Ellyn Satter's Division of Responsibility in Feeding:<br />
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The parent is responsible for what, when, where.<br />
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The child is responsible for how much and whether.<br />
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Parent's Feeding Jobs:<br />
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<li>Choose and prepare the food.</li>
<li>Provide regular meals and snacks.</li>
<li>Make eating times pleasant.</li>
<li>Step-by-step, show children by example how to behave at family mealtime.</li>
<li>Be considerate of children's lack of food experience without catering to likes and dislikes.</li>
<li>Do not let children have food or beverages (except for water) between meal and snack times.</li>
<li>Let children grow up to get bodies that are right for them.</li>
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Children's Eating Jobs:<br />
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<li>Children will eat.</li>
<li>They will eat the amount they need.</li>
<li>They will learn to eat the food their parents eat.</li>
<li>They will grow predictably.</li>
<li>They will learn to behave well at mealtime.</li>
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Step by step through their growing up years, they build on their natural ability and become eating competent. <br />
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<strong>©2016 by Ellyn Satter published at </strong><a href="http://www.ellynsatterinstitute.org/"><strong>www.EllynSatterInstitute.org</strong></a><br />
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Ellyn Satter's Division of Responsibility material was taken from <a href="http://ellynsatterinstitute.org/dor/divisionofresponsibilityinfeeding.php">this site</a>. It is a great article with useful information that is easy to apply and understand.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Me-Feed-Adoptive-Struggles/dp/0615691315/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1460398337&sr=8-1&keywords=love+me+feed+me">Love me, Feed me</a> by Katja Rowell, was recommended as a book resource if you are looking for further encouragement.<br />
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Thank you to all of my friends who took the time to offer words of encouragement on this subject. I think your wisdom is going to help other mama's who are struggling in this department! Three cheers for <strike>Blue Bell</strike> broccoli!Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-27350596468714696922016-03-10T13:06:00.003-08:002016-03-10T13:06:24.694-08:00Setting A Feast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Simple is best.<br />
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Do not overcomplicate gathering a bag of tricks.<br />
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Books.<br />
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Art Supplies.<br />
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The option to nap.<br />
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The key is quiet activity for a specified amount of time, using no technology.<br />
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Finding the great books is something I have learned along the journey.<br />
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Here are some resources and names that you can Google if you need direction in finding great books to have on hand.<br />
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Carole Joy Seid Reading List<br />
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Sarah MacKenzie Reading List<br />
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Read Aloud Revival<br />
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Honey for a Child's Heart<br />
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Sally Clarkson Reading List<br />
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<a href="http://wholeheart.org/recomended-list-of-childrens-literature/">Whole Heart Reading List</a>-this link is a compact treasure trove!<br />
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Give your children a new book on holidays and birthdays. Build their library so quality material is always available to pull from.<br />
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Good quality colored pencils such as <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00006IEEU/ref=sr_rp_1?m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&ie=UTF8&qid=1457643223&sr=sr-1&keywords=prismacolor">these Prismacolors</a> are a favorite in our house. Each kiddo has a set. They are high quality and very fun to work with.<br />
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Hobby Lobby is another jackpot place to look for art books, Prismacolor pencils and sketch books.<br />
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The curriculum we have used for two years now is called <a href="http://www.charlottemasonhelp.com/p/free-curriculum.html">Higher Up Further In.</a> You can click on the link and browse the books we read, choose ones that look good, and add to your library that way. This is a free resource.<br />
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Here is a sample of reading suggestions for our boys this year:<br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">Mr.
Popper's Penguins<br />The Story of Doctor Dolittle<br />Dick Wittington and His
Cat<br />The Boxcar Children Series 1-19 only (RA 1st bk only)<br />English Fairy
Tales illus by Rackham<br />A Wonder Book by Hawthorne</span></div>
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Book of Heroes edited by Bennett</span></div>
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Baby steps. Step one is carving out daily time for no technology. Step two is giving them a small handful of resources that they can pull from. Set the feast and let them enjoy.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>As Carole Joy Seid puts it, "You can have all of this for the price of a free library card!"</em></strong></span></div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-14230558772099692012016-03-08T14:22:00.000-08:002016-03-08T14:35:30.780-08:00A Gift: time to be bored<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Do you have a time period built into your day for quiet?<br />
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I am not talking about video games, phone time, or TV time. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>I am talking about a time of quiet with no technology.</em></strong></span> </div>
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I am talking about creating a space where you have to <em><strong>think</strong></em> about what to do. <br />
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I've noticed we have become reliant on our technology to fill the gaps, dadgummit. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>Mindless time wasting is the golden calf we worship.</em></strong></span> </div>
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God hates our idolatry and we whiz right along on the path to death with no regard to our sin.<br />
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It almost sounds ridiculous to me that establishing a quiet time in our home has been hard for me, but it has.<br />
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When I hear older women exhort us younger moms to carve out "quiet hours" it sure sounds like something that would enrich our days. Mentally I am on board with the idea. In the early days when my house was filled with nappers I was on board. Somehow my daytime nappers grew up. Somewhere in the process I avoided cultivating quiet time as they grew older.<br />
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There will be pushback and I don't want to deal with it so I foolishly turn a blind eye. I tell them with my actions that we don't have to cultivate the hard things, that it is OK to fill the gaps with idol worship.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">I do not want to be a woman who cowers away from what I believe will be the best because I am running from the pushback.</span></em></strong></div>
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I don't want my children to be reliant on technology to fill the quiet spaces. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>It is a shiny trap laid by the enemy that seduces far too many of us and paralyzes the fruit that could be coming from our days. A swipe of the finger is robbing our days, snatching away the legacy we could be leaving.</em></strong></span></div>
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The first time I implemented quiet hours with my older children (read: this afternoon) it was borderline comical. They moped around like they had just lost their best friend (read: Minecraft). Mommy, mommy, mommy...I became the star of the show. One kiddo sat in the chair across from me chewing his gum, rocking and just looking at me to pass the time. What the??? And I'm nothing to look at today with my no showered crazy haired self. Geesh. He'll figure it out though, they all will.<br />
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What am I giving them if their only option during free time is dependent on something that plugs in?<br />
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This, by the way, this idea of unplugging a bit each and every day, is not a gift they are going to thank us for anytime soon. Naw. They are going to give us the business about it. They are going to moan about it. Today it was enough to drive me to a can of Dr. Pepper and some tater chips. They're smart though, they'll figure it out.<br />
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Give those kids of yours space to have to figure things out. In my next post I will give ideas on setting a feast for them to pull from. Until then, consider this.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Is there a period of time you could carve out daily for some technology free quiet time? Don't rob those kiddos of yours of this irreplaceable gift.</span></em></strong></div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-23126485736736474202016-02-03T12:03:00.000-08:002016-02-03T12:14:34.024-08:00Crawling Out From Under The MessLife got busy.<br />
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Everything is bursting at the seems, from closets to drawers. We've been barely staying afloat and just trying to survive from one thing to the next.<br />
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Every season is not this jam-packed, but this last month was one of the full types. I am trying to make some intentional choices to get back on track. Things like:<br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Make the choice to stay home and create margin.</span></em></strong></div>
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This one just about kills me because there are so many things I want to do and people I want to see. My kids also want to see and do. Staying home can be a hard choice. Evaluating our commitments is also something to consider. Have we over-committed? If so, their may be wisdom in scaling back. There are a lot of things our family chooses to say no to because we place a high value on having plenty of time to cultivate our family relationships. What do you value? Are your choices accomplishing what you want?<br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Know what fills you up and energizes you, then take the time to do it.</span></em></strong></div>
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Is it a book? A clean house? A hike? Window shopping? Cooking a great meal? Whatever it is, create the space to do what energizes you. Mine is order. Chaos makes me shut down. This second, my house is chaotic and it makes me struggle. My solution?<br />
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I made a plan of attack. My style of cleaning is a hybrid of Kon Marie and Flylady. This month's Flylady habit is to spend 15 minutes a day decluttering. I divided my house into the Zones that Flylady suggests. Now I know my missions and can get busy.<br />
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Besides order, reading and writing are two biggies that fill my tank, so I am creating space for them.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">If you are stuck right now, don't worry. Look at your calendar and create some white space where you can focus some attention on doing things that energize you.</span></em></strong></div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-14164911646524092832015-11-29T17:03:00.001-08:002015-11-29T17:03:28.918-08:00Turkey Day DishWe are wrapping up a lovely holiday break. The house is an utter disaster, four out of four kids have been in tears in the last hour, tonight's dinner is a compilation of air popped popcorn salted and buttered and reheated whatever catches your fancy from the fridge.<br />
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These rainy family filled days have been full of all of the good things of life: naps, board games, football games, fun dips and drinks, long hours lounging in bed with the lamps on and a good book in my hand, staying up too late, sleeping too late, pumpkin pie, Piecaken, Turducken, you get the idea.<br />
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In about an hour we'll put the exhausted kids to bed and I will go from room to room fluffing and tidying so that the morning will greet me with a smile, but there is something that I read recently that has changed me in so many ways and I wanted to share it with you.<br />
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I'm not sure one sentence from a book has ever stayed with me like this one four word sentence. I may not even be quoting it verbatim, but in my mind this is how I remember the words. As soon as I read this sentence, I had to put the book down and process for a day or so.<br />
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It is the application of these four words that infused my holiday with peace that in turn filled me with joy. So, here you have it. Eat more chicken. OK, really, here you go...<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>Rest begins with acceptance</em></strong></span>.</div>
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I imagine the freedom that comes from understanding this concept will play out differently between you and me.<br />
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There are so darn many things we don't have control over. We can fuss and get all worked up but at the end of the day nothing has changed. Could taking steps toward happiness begin with accepting what is? I'm saying, YES it can. Change what you can, pray over the stuff bugging you, and then try accepting what is, and then step back and see if your perspective doesn't begin to change.<br />
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One of the hardest things for me to accept was that my family hated the "Family Fun Christmas Shopping Day" experience I tried to create for us several years in a row. Bunch of freaks. They went postal on me every year I tried to implement the new "fun" tradition. After year three ending in shambles I raised my white flag and ditched the tradition. (I wanted us to get dressed up cute, go shop for gifts all afternoon, end at a restaurant with a good dinner, the kind where you can order a Coke and an appetizer if you want, and then come home to watch Elf and eat Candy Cane cookies by the fire) Turns out, all my peeps hate shopping. Long story short, I accepted the fact that I live with mentally strange people and now I just shop and eat alone and it rocks.<br />
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This year I accepted that my high need for order and the fact that I live in a house with other people who make messes ev-ah-reeeeeee-where often clash. Somehow I was able to accept that the Mickey Mouse, blanket, sweater, orphan sock, and dancing Santa on the floor don't have to derail me. Might've been a Christmas Miracle, but I'm going back to my earlier statement that accepting what is might just be the ticket to living in rest.<br />
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In the midst of stuff littering every surface, I put into action what I could control. I lit my candles and tree. I drank fun drinks. Every day I napped. I read a book and played games with my kids. Most nights we restored the order before bed so we could start again the next day. It makes me think of <a href="http://www.thenester.com/">Nester</a> when she says it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful. Being able to accept reality brings rest. None of it has to be perfect. Change what you can, pray about what you need to, and accept the rest (no pun intended).<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(awesome quote taken from Sarah MacKenzie's book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1600512879?keywords=teaching%20from%20rest&qid=1448844048&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1">Teaching From Rest</a>)</span></div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-36648878865030459332015-11-09T09:16:00.000-08:002015-11-09T09:16:17.193-08:00Day 8 Unplugged<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Long story short the house is louder, messier and happier with the absence of TV.</em></span>
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We had a busy weekend at church and so the plan this week was to have a movie night Saturday. Y'all. It was the best movie night ever. After a week of no TV we all had the jitters.<br />
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The ol' Pizza Hut special supplied our dinner and then we piled into our bed to watch Inside Out (cutest movie ever). <br />
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And then Saturday turned into Sunday with all of its football game glory and here we are to today, Monday, and this is where I am at a crossroads. Here is the deal. I have eight kids at the house today. And our routine is to let them chill in front of a movie in the afternoon during rest time. Don't hate me, but I think I'm going to let them watch a movie today.<br />
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If this is what balance could look like then I like it. Solid times of play and an occasional window for TV watching. Not even every day, but during special times.<br />
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Yesterday afternoon we came home from church and I loved what happened. Some kids were on the couch with their journals. Some were at the table doing things. Everyone found what they wanted to do and got to it with little to no direction from us. They are figuring out how to do things in their free time. This holds immense value.Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-41333450428618581562015-11-04T11:45:00.000-08:002015-11-04T12:39:58.293-08:00Day 3 UnpluggedMonday morning I woke up to the sight of Shane carrying our big screens to the closet.<br />
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We are unplugging from TV and video games this month, except for an occasional football game perhaps.<br />
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I have a love/hate relationship with the idea of unplugging.<br />
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Why are we unplugging?<br />
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Heck if I know.<br />
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Well, it's because we are super-spiritual parents.<br />
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In all seriousness there are several reasons, and they all boil down to this:<br />
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We want to reprogram. <br />
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I can tell you this about my experience regarding the effect of TV. Whenever we get around cable, it only takes one short day for the bad attitudes to start taking over. The switch is nearly instant.<br />
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The first two mornings this week the poor children sat around twiddling their thumbs not sure what to do. It took a couple days for the creative juices to start flowing again.<br />
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Last night they played board games with Shane. They went to bed early and asked to have time to draw with their little lights on. Today they've been creating smoothie recipes. They are playing games. They are creating new games. <br />
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Here is something else that has been happening. The boys are singing. For some reason this has surprised me. But they seem happier and I guess when you are feeling settled on the inside, sometimes it just comes right on out in song. How does it go? For out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">It is like an atmosphere of joy has invaded our home.</span></em></strong></div>
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I'll be real honest. I use screen time every day in my household and while I'm pouring my guts out now is probably a good time to remind you that we also eat sugared cereal. <br />
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The books say to have quiet time in the afternoon and give the kids a choice to read or rest. <br />
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Confession: my version of that is Wii or a movie.<br />
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I can't say for sure what has stopped me from enforcing the reading and resting. Probably because Wii is easier. There is no backlash from that so I suppose I just choose the easy road by default.<br />
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I'm pretty sure we'll reintroduce Wii/TV back into our home. I can't imagine not having any of that stuff and I like the idea of learning balance. But these short three days have fascinated me and I thought you might be interested.Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-35414391985106401742015-10-14T08:28:00.000-07:002015-10-14T08:55:02.179-07:00Morning RotationsTo say I have been discouraged with getting the hang of schooling with a toddler would be an understatement.<br />
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Last year when we fully switched to the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Educating-WholeHearted-Child----Third/dp/1932012958/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1444835119&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=educing+the+wholehearted+child">WholeHearted learning model</a>, we began experiencing the freedom and joy which I believe every homeschooling mother and family can know. Joy returned to our learning experience. Along with the joy came freedom in our days. My ministry of discipleship to our children is homeschooling them. We use real, whole books to learn, along with living real life together.<br />
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That being said, there are some parts of school (which we call the disciplined studies) that require practice and they require my full attention to teach. Having a precious toddler running here and there and needing me was stretching me too thin to feel we were accomplishing the things we needed to be getting done. That left me feeling like a failure.<br />
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God has given me this directive to educate our children at home. He has filled our table with the blessing of a lot of children. And yet...I did not know how to manage it all and the result was a discouraged mama.<br />
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Monday I found <a href="http://amongstlovelythings.com/">a darling lady named Sarah</a> who made a video. In the video she said something that sparked my attention. She mentioned the idea of <a href="http://amongstlovelythings.com/scope-3/">morning rotations with mom</a>. She has six children herself. She schools three, and the other three? A three year old and two year old twins. Needless to say, she is speaking from experience on how to handle the load.<br />
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This is genius. For morning rotations, you have each older child take a turn at watching the toddler so your focused attention can be on teaching the one on one stuff. It is such a simple concept. Each older child gets a turn at watching the toddler and your hands are freed to do the one on one teaching that needs to get done.<br />
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These pictures are every mother's dream scenario. <br />
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With incorporating morning rotations, this is becoming our every day reality, even with an active toddler running around. Little darling loves to climb on the table, find a writing device, and go to town on any paper and surface she can find.<br />
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We are experimenting with times the older kids can handle watching their baby sister. I think a good starting point is 15-30 minutes a session. Break and let mom be on duty, then settle into another rotation.<br />
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Sometimes I am the queen of forgetting to, you know, PRAY and ask God to give me specific wisdom on how to keep going and what we need to do to change and get back on track. I get discouraged on how I feel we are failing and I let myself stay stuck for a bit. So I pray and tell God that things are hard and I feel like I'm failing, but I don't think to ask if He would show me something specific to try. <br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">This week God was gracious to lead me to an answer to the problem I'd forgotten to pray about.</span></em></strong> </div>
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He also reminded me that I go without so many things because I fail to ask.<br />
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Lesson learned.<br />
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Again.<br />
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If you want further encouragement on managing the schoolroom, check out Sarah Mackenzie at Amongst the Lovely Things. <a href="http://www.amongstlovelythings.com/">www.amongstlovelythings.com</a>. Not only is Sarah the cutest thing you've ever seen, she is bubbly and full of wisdom.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(p.s. Just as I was about to press the publish button my phone rang. It was my dear friend calling. She has been praying about my discouragement with me. She was standing at the stove stirring her apple butter and I was able to share with her that our prayers have been answered, that I found a solution to the problem. So much goodness.)</span></div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-71962759288842489082015-10-02T09:21:00.001-07:002015-10-02T09:23:07.491-07:00the ONE thing that changed our marriage and rescued usThe night before, I had moved my pillow and a comforter to the couch so I wouldn't keep him up with my coughing. Mid-episode of The Pioneer Woman I finally drifted off to sleep, it was the middle of the night.<br />
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I woke up to a kiss on the cheek and a Salted Caramel Mocha, and out the door he went for a day of work. Our day went on as usual. There was no big fanfare. We threw burgers on the grill for dinner and topped them with bacon, cheddar and sautéed onions. The six of us sat around the table and ate on paper plates. After dinner we all ended up in the driveway enjoying a perfect fall evening. The kids rip-sticked and shot hoops, the baby found a left-over bracelet from our yard sale and held her arm straight out in front of her so it would not fall off her arm as she toddled around. We sat in camp chairs and talked.<br />
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There were no cards, no gifts, no diamond rings, no fancy trip. It was us and a Thursday that carried on like the one before and the one that will come again next week.<br />
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But, even though it was business as usual, yesterday carried an infusion of celebration with it. It was one of the best celebrations I have ever known. Our day held contentment. It held gratefulness that we have lived to tell about 15 years of commitment to each other. Some years, this day has found us with a strained relationship, the hard times. But this year our friendship and love are in a settled place and that is a gift more valuable than any store-bought thing.<br />
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If I could say there was one thing that has shaped our marriage more than any other it would be this:<br />
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<strong><em>Prayer. Pray about every little tiny thing that is in your heart. Keep praying and keep asking. Trade in the fussing for prayer. When the years come and go and you still don't have your answer you keep on. Don't walk away from it. You've been praying for seven years and things are still the same? Keep on. Don't you dare stop. The work is hard but you keep fighting in prayer.</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>A good marriage does not happen by accident. You show me a man and a woman who have a thriving marriage and I will show you two broken people who have hung in there and fought in prayer until the change came.</em></strong><br />
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Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-21211811587832508182015-09-10T09:41:00.000-07:002015-09-10T20:07:20.009-07:00Schooling 101<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I look at this picture and from the evidence it would appear that these little boys are joyfully chipping away at furthering their education while I stand nearby and menu plan for a large family on a budget.<br />
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The shiny has worn off of the new and we are settled into the real trenches of our new days which includes ABC's & 123's. We are still trying to establish our routines for the new year and as usual, I am battling my Type A perfectionist side that doesn't tend to mix well with what I have been called to do. We are still settling into a new house. Most of the unpacking is done, I still have some organizing to do, but we are almost done and completely settled.</div>
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One of my biggest challenges right now with being productive is something we like to call "THE TODDLER." </div>
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We recently moved into an older home that we renovated and it is bigger than any other house I've ever lived in and it takes me a few minutes to find that little stinker. Not to mention she has several hiding spots she tends toward. It's not that I don't like interrupting lessons to play find the monkey, I do, it's just that it makes for frustration from time to time.</div>
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My latest wild goose chase led me to a remote corner behind a chair where she was trying on big brother's tennis shoes.</div>
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Here are a few things I'm reminding myself of today:<br />
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<li>Despite how I feel, God has given me every tiny ounce of grace that I need to navigate the waters of today.</li>
<li>Seeing as how it is almost noon, I should probably get out of my jammies and get ready for the day which always helps change my perspective.</li>
<li>Take breaks.</li>
<li>It is not only OK for big brothers to chip in on sharing the load, it is vital. I am one woman with two hands shepherding a whole herd of precious children. I need help. We all have to work together to make this work.</li>
<li>Pause to read an enjoyable book.</li>
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<li>Sing.</li>
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<li>Find my chocolate stash and hide for a few minutes.</li>
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<br />Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-15257538347224328122015-08-17T09:52:00.000-07:002015-08-17T09:52:18.786-07:00Something NewAugust 17th and January 1 share more than one similarity, the main one being a new start. I like today better than January 1 because we are focusing on backpacks/fresh haircuts/new clothes/Pinterest signs/cute front door wreaths/school supplies and the focus <strong><em>is not</em></strong> on diets. So much more fun!<br />
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Pictures of newness fill the Internet and it is a sweet sight. Little ones launching out into another year of growing up. <br />
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We have been renovating a house and are trying to wheel that bad boy into the driveway. It has been a month of living out of boxes which has been a stretch for me and my high need for order. This year we are tag teaming some of teaching load with our sweet friends.<br />
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This little darling got tubes last month and has been a new child! Happier and talking more, I am so thankful we did tubes!<br />
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So, about the house. When we purchased it Shane wanted to renovate it and flip it, I on the other hand fell in love with it the first time I walked in the front door, and wanted to fix it up to raise our family here and stay put forever. So guess what I did? Prayed, prayed, PRAAAAAYED and asked the good Lord to change Shane's mind and let us stay.<br />
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You can imagine my surprise when one night we were at a Kid's Eat Free eating establishment and Shane grabbed the blue crayon, flipped the coloring page over, and started mapping out what it would look like for us to stay in our reno.<br />
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Can't wait to show you pictures of the house! I have been in paint sample heaven! <br />
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Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-10583273812266125012015-06-11T12:23:00.000-07:002015-06-11T12:45:57.914-07:00Summer Storm<span style="font-family: "Lucida Sans Typewriter"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">
</span><span style="font-family: "Lucida Sans Typewriter"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The summer we had the above ground swimming pool went
down in the books as one of the best.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
large flower pots on the patio brimmed over with pink wave petunias.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The profuse pink blooms looked opulent
against the blue backdrop of the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Our mornings were filled with sunny water laughs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Afternoons were for lunch and naps where we
refueled for another round of evening water fun.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Sans Typewriter"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My favorite memory of that summer was the day the
storm rolled in, just as we were heading inside for the afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The overcast sky quickly began turning to an
ominous gray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The temperature outside
dropped nearly ten degrees and the trees were alive with wind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The air sounded almost like the waves of the
ocean as the leaves whipped back and forth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Sans Typewriter"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We ate lunch, got everything cleaned up, and turned
on the lamps to illuminate the dark rooms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The storm was brewing outside of our windows, but we were inside safe
and warm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sky unfurled its grip and
the rains came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Loud peels of thunder
boomed, shaking the very core of our home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We sat cozy under blankets, contented as the rains fell from the dark
sky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A perfect morning morphed into a
perfect afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The candle smelled a
little sweeter in the air that day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Sans Typewriter"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">That summer storm pushed the pause button on an
already lazy day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It allowed us to rest
a little deeper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Part of the beauty of
it was how unexpected it was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those dark
skies took us by surprise that hot July day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Sans Typewriter"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Most days at home hold the same predictable
rhythm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But every once in awhile, an unforeseen
shift in the plans happens, and a moment of deep rest unfolds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Sans Typewriter"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">James
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Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-5580120286239554472015-05-20T08:32:00.000-07:002015-05-20T13:03:49.821-07:00An "At Home" DaySummer is fast approaching and I've been thinking of all the Mama's and kiddos who will quickly be making the shift from mornings off, off, and away to school, to mornings where everyone stays put right at home.<br />
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The transition into summer is painful the first week or so. Everyone is adjusting to the new normal that will be the canvas summer is painted on.<br />
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The memory of our first day of Summer 2013 will stay with me forever. It was not even ten in the morning and I had already pulled out all of my tricks, handed out the snacks, and was looking at the clock wandering if 5 o'clock would ever come. The day crept by like molasses and I was petrified as I stood there looking into the eyes of my new reality.<br />
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It got better. We relaxed. We found our groove and settled into our new routine. There were fights to break up. We lived to tell about it. It turned out to be fun.<br />
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But that first day.<br />
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Lord have mercy.<br />
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That first day is usually awful.<br />
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The day before is great.<br />
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Long, lazy days filled with sunshine and snow cones fill our thoughts with nostalgia.<br />
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But then day one of summer comes and slaps us harshly awake.<br />
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There we stand in the middle of the kitchen, wide-eyed and clutching a cup of coffee for dear life, begging God to make the days fly because they are already fighting and we haven't even had breakfast yet.<br />
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My first suggestion for setting us up for a great summer is to give ourselves an "At Home" day. For me it is always Monday. There is no magic to Monday, but it works for me. You might like Thursday and that's perfect. I would say, any day Monday through Thursday would be great. Weekends don't count. There is something freeing about having a consistent weekday/weeknight that you can count on for quiet. Mine is Monday.<br />
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I almost never dress cute or put on make-up on Monday.<br />
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Monday is our day to ease into the week.<br />
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Monday is for home.<br />
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It is not for practices or appointments.<br />
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It is a slow paced day with not much expectation.<br />
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Every piece of laundry gets washed every Monday. I like to serve a crock-pot meal for Monday dinner. It keeps it easy and laid back. I know that Monday night bedtime is going to land on time and early for the kids. There will be plenty of time to read and get a good nights rest every Monday night.<br />
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Monday is sacred for us.<br />
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In our culture of fast paced always moving, going, doing, we need a day at home.<br />
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If I was working full-time, I would suggest the exact same thing. Have a night every week where you are at home.<br />
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Schedule it and guard it with your life.<br />
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The groceries and appointments can fit in somewhere else, but you decide your day and time and stick to your guns.<br />
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Creating this white space will do a world of good for your sanity.Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-29576369266804283482015-05-05T13:09:00.000-07:002015-05-05T13:09:56.118-07:00Cinco de MayoFor a long time Cinco de Mayo was one of my favorite holidays because it was the only foreign language phrase I could speak fluently.<br />
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The smell of barbecue filling the air on Memorial Day and the way we close out the Fourth of July every year with watermelon and margaritas and chairs lining the lawn as we watch the sky light up are good holidays too, but there is something special about Cinco de Mayo. A guaranteed day every year that we'll eat Mexican. It's a pretty special thing.<br />
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Let's be honest. I don't need a holiday to have a reason to celebrate with Mexican. You should've seen the boys faces light up when I served up this lunch on a Tuesday which they assumed was another day of the same ol' same ol'. <br />
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You can never go wrong with a plate of cheese Doritos topped with taco meat, freshly grated cheddar and crisp romaine. <br />
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One of my favorite dinners is a layered dish in a 9x13 pan. Layer in this order: bag of cheese Doritos, one pound of seasoned taco meat, warmed ranch style beans, bag of shredded lettuce, shredded cheddar, chopped tomato, diced onion. Mix. Serve with a wedge of lime? I don't see why not. Oh so good and oh so easy!<br />
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<strong><em>Happy Cinco de Mayo to you and yours.</em></strong></div>
Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-78838986926849309242015-04-29T09:45:00.000-07:002015-04-29T09:45:11.664-07:00Quiet Your SpaceHave you heard of the concept
of "quieting your space?"<br />
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It simply means removing the things from your room that you don't love.<br />
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My front room has been feeling too cluttered. When I walk in it does not greet me with the peaceful feeling that I'm trying to create in our home. The problem was my wicker rocking chair. It was blocking the window and we just don't use it anymore. So I did something really hard. I removed the rocking chair. And guess what happened? I feel like the room looks a million times fresher, bigger, brighter and happier.<br />
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I did the same thing in my living room. It was feeling tired and blah so I removed the area rug, the coffee table, and an ottoman that had a hole in it. Same results-the area looks so much cleaner and brighter.<br />
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If you have a room or space in your home that is in need of a little loving-try removing some things and see if it doesn't perk the room right up. I know it is hard to get rid of stuff, especially if it has sentimental memories attached to it, but I really think I am finding that a peaceful space is more rewarding than too much clutter crowding out the life we're living today.<br />
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As much as I adore Pinterest and am always adding more, more, more to my boards, it is interesting that a key concept to creating a home I love involves removing to make space for less, less, less.Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227658432162316077.post-90984406384606748882015-04-24T12:53:00.000-07:002015-04-24T12:59:03.705-07:00Bad DreamsSometimes the kids get scared at bedtime.<br />
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They had a bad dream or saw something scary and when it's time for lights out their little hearts are fearful.<br />
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When this happens at my house the selfish part of me feels bummed out. At the end of the day I am ready to disengage and be done. I'm ready to hang up the mom hat and put on the relax hat.<br />
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Times like this remind me that in my own strength I can't be the mother God wants me to be. They remind me of how it is such a blessed gift that I can lean on His Grace & Strength to love in those tiring moments when I feel spent.<br />
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It feels like we stumbled onto an effective remedy to this problem by accident but looking back I am sure it was the leading of the Holy Spirit.<br />
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One night my son was unusually fearful at bedtime. The night before he had a scary dream and so this particular night he did not want me to leave nor did he want to be left alone in the dark. We did two simple things that changed the atmosphere of his world and allowed him to fall asleep peacefully.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em><u>The name of Jesus.</u></em></strong></span><br />
The first thing we shared with our son is about the power of the name of Jesus. We let him know that when we call on Jesus the enemy has to flee. Maybe he knew that already, maybe not. Either way, we wanted him to know that the name of Jesus is powerful and always just a spoken word away.<br />
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<strong><em><u><span style="font-size: large;">Worship music on YouTube.</span></u></em></strong><br />
The next thing we did was pull up worship music on the phone and we let the words fill the air and change the atmosphere. A worship Pandora station would also work. It was quick for me to grab my phone and pull up a couple songs and for about 20 minutes we sat quietly listening to truth about God. This song is one of our favorites to play when the kids get scared.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Pray.</span></em></strong>
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This is one of the most valuable tools we as believers have in our arsenal and oftentimes it can be one of the most forgotten and underused weapons. Pray not only for peace, but also for God to reveal anything in your home or your child's life that could be causing the fearful thoughts.Little Oak Tablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13199667300463424759noreply@blogger.com