Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Camping 2010 meal plan

  

Breakfast

Lunch

Dinner

Snacks

Saturday

At home

Packed sandwiches, fruit

Hot Dogs, chips, cookies

Pretzels, granola bars

Sunday

Muffins

PB&J, chips

Quick Cassoulet

Chips, fruit

Monday

Pancakes

Deli meat sandwiches

Burger packets

Crackers, chips, fruit

Tuesday

Eggs, toast, fruit

Leftovers, sandwiches

Spaghetti

Granola bars

Wednesday

Oatmeal

PB&J, fruit

Hot dogs, chips, beans

Nuts, pretzels

Thursday

Pancakes

Cheese sandwiches

Chicken packets

Fruit

Friday

Biscuits & gravy?

PB&J, chips

Burgers w/ buns & veggies

Chips, grapes

Saturday

Muffins

Leftovers

Pizza (at home)

Whatever's left

Don't forget food for

church party

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  


 

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Testing!

I'm testing out ScribeFire for Chrome - it's an online blog editor. I especially want to see how inserting photos works.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Stuff

Is it possible that if we (Christians) truly understood our position and standing before God a lot of our depression and mental illnesses would disappear? Romans 8:1 it says "there is therefore now no condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus.” If we are made whole by the blood of Jesus, we are no longer under condemnation. But how many of us live like we're not under condemnation?

How often do you say, "Self, that was stupid?"

Who's doing the condemning?

Not God, because He says there is now no condemnation. Who has the right to condemn us? The ONLY one who has that right is God. And we've already established that He doesn't do it!

Ken and I were discussing this recently - our conclusion is that we often confuse conviction over unrepentant sin with condemnation from God.

Here's the thing - we need to realize who we are. Really - not just the words. I mean, you and I both know we're God's children, and He loves us. We know that He knows each hair on our heads, each tear that falls, etc. But think about this...Revelation 4:11 says that God created us for His pleasure. He is pleased to have us!! In the Garden of Eden, when Adam and Eve disobeyed, it says God came to walk with them in the Garden. Personally - He was going to take a stroll and chat with His people. Did He already know they had disobeyed, or was He surprised when He got there and they were hiding?

He knew.

And yet, in Gen. 3:8, it says they heard Him walking in the garden. He came anyway! He KNEW they had sinned - done the ONLY thing He said not to do, and He came to walk with them ANYWAY!! God WANTS to walk with us. He's pleased with us, and wants to walk along side us. The almighty God of the universe WANTS to be our best friend.

I've been completely overwhelmed by the thought that THE GOD wants to walk with me. Not in the figurative, surreal, "Christian walk" sort of way... He wants to stroll down the sidewalk swinging hands with me! I'm so excited about this at the moment I just want to jump up and down. lol.

We - humans and especially women - get so down on ourselves, and we forget to see ourselves the way God sees us. We do make mistakes, and we sin, but He's already covered that, and He doesn't dwell on that. He sees how beautiful and wonderful we are. He sees the person He wants to share great things with.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Holland

I was reminded today of a piece I read a few years ago about parenting children with disabilities…Welcome to Holland. There are so many days when I feel like Holland is just too hard a place for me. Like I’ll never learn the customs or the language. I wonder if they have toilets in Holland. I wonder if people have two-way conversations in Holland. I wonder if other people in Holland ever feel sad or discouraged about the change in travel plans. Then I run across people like this who remind me that I’m not the only Mom in Holland. I’m not the only Mom who sometimes feels overwhelmed in Holland. And it’s true. Holland has tulips.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Monday, January 25, 2010

Blah, blah, blah. Blah-dee blah-dee blah.

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