Showing posts with label Holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holidays. Show all posts

Friday, April 3, 2015

Stewed Beef

A few years ago my parents were here and we made my Beef and Big Noodles for the first time.  My dad loved the broth and asked my mom to leave it juicier when she makes it at home.  Although I enjoy broth, I didn't understand his enjoyment until Jason made us Stewed Beef in March.  Oh my ...

1 1/2 pd roast, fat removed & cut into 1" chunks
3 Tbsp EVOO (or coconut oil)
salt and pepper
2 cups beef broth
1 envelope onion soup mix
1 cup water
1 heaping Tbsp gluten free all-purpose flour

Heat EVOO in a large skillet over medium-high heat.  Season beef chunks with salt and pepper.  Cook beef in small batches to create a good sear, removing from pan when browned.

Using the same skillet, deglaze the pan with the beef broth scrapping the brown bits off the bottom of the skillet.  Add the onion soup mix and half a cup of water.  Bring to a slow boil.  Return beef to the skillet and reduce heat to low, cover and cook for 1 1/2-2 hours.

Using a slotted spoon, remove beef from the skillet and set aside.  Increase heat to medium high and bring to a boil. Combine flour and remaining water to make a slurry.  Drizzle the slurry slowly into the boiling broth and whisk constantly while the mixture boils for at least one minute.  Add the beef to the gravy and allow to sit for five minutes.  Taste and if needed, add salt.

Serve hot over rice, buttered noodles or mashed potatoes.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Christmas Around Our House

I'm not sure if anyone other than me has noticed, but I am really trying to take a more minimalist approach to decorating.  I love, love, love color.  Muted tones are generally my favorite, but red was always my favorite for Christmas and has played a big part in how we've decorated our house for the past seven years.

Like most Americans, we decorate our home inside and out for Christmas.  We don't however - gasp - put up a tree.  For most of my adult life, I've tried to practice the belief behind this quote ...


So the question I've had to ask myself each year is how do I decorate for Christmas keeping this in mind?  I'm not sure that I've ever really came to a good conclusion, but this is what we came up with this year. 


Just keeping it real ... the living room with real props :)
I forgot to remove the two non-Christmas pillows - in the rocker and on the couch - oh well!

Part of our Boyd's Bears collection - I did dust (last week) when we put the decorations out.

This year I bought seven new squares for this wall installation.  I love the pastel colors and look forward to changing my Christmas color scheme to turquoise, lime and pink in the future.  At least one of the squares needs to be flattened down and a few moved around, but I'm really enjoying them.  Now to figure out a banner to go over the top ... :)

Unless something drastically changes in the next few weeks, this is the last year for the red and white "candy" theme in our kitchen.  I'll be packing this stuff up and donating it at the end of the season.  I've loved it for the last few years, but am ready for a change. (No mom, that doesn't include the table runner!)
The peace lily on the table was brought home from Jason's grandma's funeral this summer.  She is often in our thoughts this month as her birthday was 12/8. 

This is the Boyd's Bears nativity set that Jason bought me the year we were engaged.  Each year he sets it up and later gently packs each piece away. 

Because I am going to donate some of my red and white ornaments at the end of the season, I have began to gather the materials to replace them for next year.  Here's my inspiration so far (obviously with some word changes!) ...






How do you decorate for Christmas - all out or minimally?  With traditional colors or modern ones?

Friday, December 16, 2011

Jason's Wish List

After my wish list posted last week Jason started telling me all the things he wanted.  I teasingly asked him if he wanted a post and here's the result ...


flannel sleeping pants

Old Navy or Arizona jeans loose or bootcut 38 x 34"
character or Cardinal short and long-sleeve tees



 
the budding baker and grill master also listed ...





I would be lying if I didn't mention that the first item Jason listed was a Nintendo or some such game system, so he's not completely practical. :)  What's on your honey's wish list?

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Lenten Lights

A few years ago Desiring God, the site of John Piper's Ministry, posted information to help you prepare for Easter either through weekly segments or just for Holy Week.  Here's the low down from the site...

Lenten Lights: Eight Biblical Devotions to Prepare for Easter
Using These Readings

Each reading begins with a few sentences that summarize the thought for the day. All the rest is Scripture—letting God speak to us directly from his Word.  This devotional may be used weekly or daily. And if you choose, it also can be used together with seven candles, representing the Light of the World.

Reading Weekly
There is one reading for each Sunday of Lent and for Good Friday and Easter.

Reading Daily
Daily use should begin on the Saturday of Palm Sunday weekend. This leaves Saturday, the day before Easter, with no devotional, a reminder of the emptiness experienced by Jesus’ followers between his death and resurrection.

Without Candles
These pages may be used simply for personal or family reading and meditation in preparation for Easter. In that case, please ignore the bracketed candle instructions within each reading.

With Candles
The readings may also be used in conjuction with any grouping of seven candles. On the first day, all seven should be burning as you begin reading the first devotional. Bracketed instructions within the reading tell you when to snuff out one candle. On the second day, six candles burn as you begin reading, and you snuff out one of them when instructed, and so on. On Good Friday, the last candle is extinguished. Then on Easter, there are instructions within the reading to light all seven candles.

The Symbolism of the Seven Candles
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” (John 1:5). But for a while it seemed as if the darkness was overcoming—for a long while.

Your seven candles symbolize the Light of the World—the Light that was God’s glory and that illuminated God for us—the Light that, in the end, seemed to have been darkened. As we move through the season preceding Easter, the candles are snuffed out one by one, until all are dark on Good Friday, when Jesus died and the earth was covered with shadow. Darkness apparently had won. The Light of the World had been extinguished. It was finished.

But NO! Easter brings resurrection! Life! Return from death! The Light has won and all the candles burn as we praise him—the Light of the World, the Bright Morning Star, the Glory of God.

To find the readings, go here.

If you're interested, go here to find a post from two years ago concerning Passion Week by Bill Hybels.


Monday, January 18, 2010



Reflecting,

Thursday, December 3, 2009


Have you heard of the organization Advent Conspiracy? I love, love, love what this group is doing! Here's why:

The story of Christ's birth is a story of promise, hope, and a revolutionary love.

So, what happened? What was once a time to celebrate the birth of a savior has somehow turned into a season of stress, traffic jams, and shopping lists.

And when it's all over, many of us are left with presents to return, looming debt that will take months to pay off, and this empty feeling of missed purpose. Is this what we really want out of Christmas?

What if Christmas became a world-changing event again?

Welcome to Advent Conspiracy

The concept behind Advent Conspiracy is simple.

Worship Fully

Spend Less

Give More

Love All

To learn more, head If not, head over here.



Basking in His presence this Christmas,

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving: A Story of Persistence

written by Kelly McFadden at HomeWord

"Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus." Philippians 3:12-14

Here is a part of the Thanksgiving story you may not know. The first Thanksgiving was celebrated in October of 1621. Not until October of 1777 did all 13 colonies celebrate Thanksgiving altogether, for the first time. At one point, our first president, George Washington, proclaimed a National Day of Thanksgiving, but conflict and difficulties among the colonies put an end to the observance.

It was a magazine editor by the name of Sarah Josepha Hale whose work led to the celebration of the Thanksgiving known today. Hale wrote letters to governors and presidents, as well as editorials in magazines, books and newspapers, promoting the observance of Thanksgiving. In 1863, after 40 years of letter writing and campaigning (that’s not a typo, she really wrote letters for 40 years), Sarah Hale’s persistence paid off and President Lincoln proclaimed a National Day of Thanksgiving. Since then, every president has supported Thanksgiving. Forty years of dedication, persistence and passion, all to make sure that this country would celebrate a National Day of Thanksgiving each year. Impressive.

We can learn from Hale’s perseverance. It took her 40 years to accomplish what she set out to do. Just like her story, the Christian faith is often described as a marathon, not a sprint. Each day of our life is another day to choose between right and wrong, to help someone in need, to read our Bible, to pray, to…you fill in the blank. As Paul reminds us in Philippians 3:12-14, Christians are called to persevere, to press on. Sometimes it can feel like an unrewarding task. It is hard, but important, to look to God for the BIGGER plan. What if Hale had chosen to give up after one year or ten years? Her goal would have been left unfinished. Press on towards the call of Christ! Endure! But be forewarned, just like Sara Josepha Hale, it may take 40 years to see the fruit of your labor!

GOING DEEPER:
1. What are some areas in your life that require perseverance?

2. Why is it important we don’t base our faith on feelings? How can you work to get through those days you don’t feel like reading your Bible, or praying, etc.?

FURTHER READING:
Deuteronomy 29:2-6; Matthew 4:1-11; James 1:2-8; 2 Peter 1:3-11

Kelly McFadden works with HomeWord’s radio broadcast and content teams. She and her husband Michael are the new parents of Campbell McFadden.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Christmas Photos

I never quite decided if a bear nativity scene was sacreligious or not, but since I asked for it and Jason bought it for our first Christmas together, I cherish it...


the front window...


the library table...see the pretty silver basket full of potpouri?


Why I like the doors to the entertainment center closed...


Christmas Dinner is Served...


The table a few days later...


my favorite Christmas present...


Jason's favorite gift...

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Anticipation


by Laurie Ann

We know the story. The order was given for a census, and Joseph took Mary, not yet his wife, though she was pledged to become so, to Bethlehem to register. The 60 mile trip from Nazareth in Galilee to Bethlehem, the city of David, must have been tiresome for them. I'm sure there were many stops along the way, and that Joseph had a lot of explaining to do. "Yes, she's pregnant, but I'm still going to marry her. Why? Because I love her and I know she's carrying the Messiah." I've never carried a pregnancy to term, but I have seen those who have. Whether they are walking or riding, or just sitting still, they are so uncomfortable. "Oh, yes. I'm fine. Don't worry about me, please." I wonder how many times Mary, great with child, reassured her traveling companions.

"While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn." ~ Luke 2:6-7 (NIV)
They arrived, finally, only to find there was no room in an inn for them to stay.
The Greek word for room is topos, which means:
1) place, any portion or space marked off, as it were from surrounding space
a) an inhabited place, as a city, village, district
b) a place (passage) in a book
2) metaph.
a) the condition or station held by one in any company or assembly
b) opportunity, power, occasion for acting

There were no reservations at The Ritz. Did they stay with family? Did an innkeeper offer them lodging in a barn? Perhaps there was no opportunity or power, occasion to act for anyone, innkeeper or otherwise, to offer them space. Perhaps they simply lodged where they could. Wherever they stayed, we know it wasn't a fancy hotel or even a quaint Bed and Breakfast.

Excitement

After they arrived, the Savior was born, wrapped in cloths His mother had probably packed for the anticipated birth of the Son.

The Greek word for wrapped in cloths is sparganoō, which means:
1) to wrap in swaddling clothes
a) of an infant just born

How carefully it's planned what outfit they will wear home from the hospital these days. I wonder during her visit with Elizabeth if they began lovingly sewing clothes for their babies, still in the womb, or how many late nights Mary stayed up, lovingly stitching sized 0-3 months tiny outfits and blankets, to swaddle her Son, her Savior, as any proud mother would do. There would be no spare rags for this Baby Boy.

Was it before or after they registered together as a family that our precious Savior was born? How long was Mary's recovery period? Was her birth difficult or easy? What prompted her labor? The long ride or walk there or did the time just simply come?

"And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." ~ Luke 2:8-12 (NIV)

Can you imagine the rush to see Him? The long awaited Savior was born into the world. The baby was lying in a manger. I have seen people stampede toward the nursery to get that first glimpse of the precious little one just born. They want to see who he looks like, want to count fingers and toes. They want to see her hair, or lack thereof. This I know. I have led those stampedes when grandchildren and nephews were born!

"When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about." ~ Luke 2:15 (NIV)

The shepherds had waited more than a short nine months to see this baby. They lived merely minutes from the location of where they could see the Savior anticipated for centuries!

"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." ~ Isaiah 9:6 (NIV)

What would the Son charged with the government on His shoulders look like? Who were His parents? Would He have a glow about Him?
"So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them." ~ Luke 2:16-18 (NIV)


The Greek word for hurry is speudō, which means:

1) to haste, make haste
2) to desire earnestly

When my grandsons were born, I snapped pictures through the nursery window the moment I had the opportunity and sent their pictures and weights, heights, birth time, every detail, out into cell phone land. I was excited. Imagine the excitement of the shepherds!

The Savior at long last had arrived. (Oh, to be there! To be a shepherd the night the angels appeared!) And as quickly as they arrived, they knew. They saw the Word in the flesh! Their only method of announcing the birth of the Holy Child was to spread the word.

The Greek word for the phrase spread the word is diagnōrizō, which means:

1) to publish abroad, make known thoroughly
2) to discriminate

They shared with everyone they could every detail they knew, what they had heard and seen for themselves!

Things Pondered

"But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart." ~ Luke 2:19 (NIV)

Mary had other things on her mind. She must have memorized every detail of her Son, the Savior, the Messiah. Many arrived to see the long-awaited Messiah, but Mary probably sat back in a chair or leaned against a bale of hay, pondering the wonder of it all. The Greek word for treasured is syntēreō, which means:

1) to preserve (a thing from perishing or being lost)
2) to keep within one's self, keep in mind (a thing, lest it be forgotten)

There were no digital cameras or video cameras back then. The mother who had been blessed to carry the Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace, had to have been given long pause to take it all in, perhaps remembering what seemed like a dream when the angel of the Lord told her she would carry the Son of the Most High God, reassuring her nothing was impossible with Him.

I'm sure she treasured the sweet sweet smell of the Savior Child as she held Him to her breast, and then the arrival of all who came and went after seeing the Babe lying in a manger, as well as the gentle care she must have received from those attending her birth - all thoughts we won't know unless she chooses to share them with us in Heaven.

Sadness

"And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death - even death on a cross!" ~ Philippians 2:8 (NIV)

Have you ever had the privilege to be at the bedside of someone who is slipping away into death? My husband's best friend died in 2003 and Steve and I held his hand as he died. Stripped of the things which sustained his life, a tough choice to be made by his family and Steve (whom they considered family), Todd was about as humble when he died as I ever knew anyone to be. It was a privilege to be there with him when he left his body and went home to be with the Lord. Death is about the most humbling thing there is to me.

And our precious Savior, placed in a lowly manger, whose birth was announced to shepherds guarding their flocks one night, humbled Himself to die for all mankind.

The Greek word for humble is tapeinoō, which means:

1) to make low, bring low
a) to level, reduce to a plain
b) metaph. to bring into a humble condition, reduce to meaner circumstances
1) to assign a lower rank or place to
2) to abase
3) to be ranked below others who are honoured or rewarded
4) to humble or abase myself by humble living
c) to lower, depress
1) of one's soul bring down one's pride
2) to have a modest opinion of one's self
3) to behave in an unassuming manner
4) devoid of all haughtiness

As Mary watched the humble Word made flesh die, she couldn't hold His hand and have one of her other sons sit at the foot of the Cross, singing Amazing Grace as she told Him of the treasured memories of His humble birth, a short thirty-three years before.

Rejoicing

"Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" ~ John 11:25-26 (NIV)

When Todd died, we left the room while the heart/lung transplant team removed the equipment we had seen for more than six months. We returned to the room and Todd was still there in body, but not spirit. We knew without a doubt he was with Jesus.

"We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord." ~ 2 Corinthians 5:8 (NIV)

When Jesus talked to Martha about her own brother's death, He encouraged her with the hope of His own resurrection.

The Greek word for resurection is anastasis, which means:

1) a raising up, rising (e.g. from a seat)
2) a rising from the dead
a) that of Christ
b) that of all men at the end of this present age
c) the resurrection of certain ones history who were restored to life (Heb. 11:35)

The Gift

As Mary treasured the birth, the death and the resurrection of the Savior, may we treasure it, too.

The gift of Jesus was not simply given to Mary or to shepherds long ago. He was given to us for a purpose. Life with Him.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16 (NIV)

L - Love - "This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him." ~ 1 John 4:9 (NIV)

I - Intervention - "This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins." ~ 1 John 4:10 (NIV)

F - Forgiveness - "Therefore, my brothers, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you." ~ Acts 13:38 (NIV)

E - Eternal Life - "For my Father's will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day." ~ John 6:40 (NIV)

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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Is There a Santa?

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind; never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything.

She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" She snorted. "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun.

"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.

That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments, I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.Pollock's second-grade class.

Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible). Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

A First Corinthians Christmas

A First Corinthians Christmas

If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows,
Strands of twinkling lights and shiny ball,
But do not show love to my family,
I'm just another decorator.

If I slave away in the kitchen,
Baking dozens of Christmas cookies,
Preparing gourmet meals,
Arranging a beautifully adorned table,
But do not show love to my family,
I'm just another cook.

If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home,
And give all that I have to charity,
But do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.

If I trim the tree with angels and crocheted snowflakes,
Attend a myriad of holiday parties, sing in the choir's cantana,
But do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.

Love stops cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn't envy another's home
That has coordinated Christmas China and table linens.

Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way,
But is thankful they are there to be in the way.
Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return,
But rejoices in giving to those who can't.

Love bears all things,
Believes all things,
Hopes all things,
Endures all things,
Love never fails.

Video games will break,
Pearl necklaces will be lost.
Golf clubs will rust,
But the gift of love will endure.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Christmas Shopping

A woman was out Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else imaginable, and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator with her two kids. She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season, overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming, taste all the holiday food and treats, get that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list, make sure we don't forget anyone on our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card.

Finally the elevator doors opened, and there was already a crowd in the elevator. She pushed her way in and dragged her two kids in with her and all the shopping bags. When the doors closed, she couldn't take it anymore and stated, "Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up, and shot."

From the back, everyone heard a quiet, calm voice respond, "Don't worry. We already crucified him." For the rest of the trip down the elevator, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

Don't forget this year to keep the one who started this whole Christmas thing in your every thought, deed, purchase, and word. If we all did it, just think how different this whole world would be.

Jesus is the reason for the season!!!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Around the Dinner Table

Thanksgiving Dinner ideas from http://chrysaliscom.blogspot.com/

1. Five Kernels Each
At one point the pilgims had such meager rations. Give your family members five kernels of unpopped popcorn and ask them to list five great blessings in their life today.

2. Collect an Offering
Place a cornucopia on the table and invite family members and guests to fill it with spare change.

3. Go Wild
Serve a wild game dinner featuring "free-range" turkey, venison, or "first Thanksgiving" foods.

4. Thanks on Parade
Stage your own Macy's parade with your kids. Provide balloons that they can decorate to represent the things they're grateful for.

5. Pie and Praise
Invite church friends to bake their favorite pies and share them, along with prayers of thanks on the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving.

6. Record a Video
Go around your Thanksgiving table asking guests and family members what they're thankful for. Take turns viewing the clip while dishes are being done.

7. Pass the Peace Pipe
Invite a Native American believer to your meal. Ask them to tell how Christians can reach out to residents on Indian reservations.

8. Give Thanks Jewish Style
Using Psalm 136 as a model, invite your guests to take turns saying in one sentence a way that God has blessed them.

9. Read the Proclamation
Abraham Lincoln's 1863 announcement is a good reminder of the purpose of Thanksgiving Day.

10. Remember the Persecuted Church
Take a few minutes to pray for those around the globe who suffer for the faith.

11. Get Out Your Favorite Board Games
After dinner don't turn on the TV. Instead, play together!

12. Go Take a Hike
Give thanks to God by exploring the beauty of creation. Spend time outdoors by planning a walk together around your neighborhood.

13. Retell Family Stories
Invite the older generation at your table to share their fondest memories of past Thanksgiving celebrations.

Cool Pie Crust Idea

from the Diva Dishes

It's pie season again. Let's face it, there's nothing hard about mixing ingredients and pouring them into a pie shell. But making a pie crust is another headache altogether. Here's an easy trick...

Whether you use your own pie crust recipe or a ready-made pie crust like Pillsbury, you can easily dress it up. These cute, seasonal cookie cutters from Wilton are available in cooking stores and WalMart for just under $3.00. They're tiny, just the right size for your pie crust. Buy or make a little extra dough and cut out leaves or acorns or apples with the cookie cutters. Pour water into a cup and adhere the cut-outs to the edge of the raw pie dough around the pie by rubbing the back side of each cut-out with a little bit of water. Not too much. You don't want them to be soggy.

Press the cut-outs on all the way around the edge of the pie. This can take a little bit of time, especially if you have a number of pies to bake, but the end result is well worth the effort. Whisk an egg, then brush the egg wash over the raw pie dough. This will result in a glossy golden finish when baked. Just be sure to watch your pie and if the crust is getting too brown, wrap the edges in aluminum foil to prevent burning.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Advent Calendar from THAT family

Our Family Advent

Advent is a time of waiting for the arrival of Christmas.

And even though we are still more than a week away from Thanksgiving, the holiday spirit is in the air. Or maybe it's just weather below 70 degrees (which puts Texans in a festive mood).

This year, I really want to slow down the faced-paced hustle that is the American Christmas and capture each day with my family. And so I've purposed in my heart and my calendar to do so.

I've been working on creating a special Advent calendar and I wanted to share it with you.

Our plan is to 'open' each day in the early evening hours after dinner, so we will have time to focus on the activity for each day. For this coming Saturday's Do-It-Yourself Project (DIYP), I will show you exactly how I made mine look fun and festive. If some of my ideas won't work for your family, use what you can and come up with creative ideas to fit your family.

I planned our days with my calendar in my lap. Some activities are time consuming and perfect for the weekends, while others can be done during the school week.

Many activities are just plain old fashioned fun that will help us spend quality time together. I hope some of the other events will remind my children the true meaning of Christmas. I also think it's important this time of year to focus on others: those we love and those less fortunate.

{December 1} Send a letter to our Compassion Child (Don't have one? Talk about getting one in the New Year. I highly recommend sponsoring a child. It's such a great way to teach your kids about others). Read I John 4:10

{December 2} Visit Santa at the mall or make a list.

{December 3} Let your light shine! ask: How can we do this? Read John 1:5

{December 4} Build a fort from blankets & sheets/ Read a Christmas book in the fort!

{December 5} Lay on the trampoline and stargaze, talk about your dreams for the future.

{December 6} Fill a shoebox for a needy child (Samaritan's Purse).

{December 7} Go ice skating!

{December 8} Make paper snowflakes (here's some great patterns) Read Ecc. 3:13

{December 9} Play a board game.

{December 10} Pray for poor people.

{December 11} Work on teacher’s gifts (we're making these).

{December 12} Leave little notes of encouragement all over (i.e. the mailbox, grocery story, park, etc)

{December 13} Make hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows!

{December 14} Watch a Christmas Movie

{December 15} Give $5 to someone (find a needy person) Read Rom. 5:8

{December 16} Make cookies

{December 17} Pray for The Persecuted Church and Uzbekistan (You can join us in this one. Our Russian friends would appreciate it!)

{December 18} Make a birthday card for Jesus. Put it under the tree.

{December 19} Fix Mom’s hair/give her a massage (my 36th birthday!)

{December 20} Go look at Christmas lights.

{December 21} Christmas Carol at someone’s house.

{December 22} Make a spinner www.thetoymaker.com

{December 23} Take bubble baths with Christmas confetti (recipe).

{December 24} Read Christmas story from the Bible (children's version).

Open Christmas Eve gift from Mom and Dad (snowman pajamas)

{December 25} Go visit NICU (Every year we visit the Neonatal Intensive Care and drop off cookies to the nurses and doctors who watched over our third child on Christmas a couple of years ago).