Celebrating 31 years with Proverbs 31

Today is my 31st birthday.

When I settled in to study my bible this morning, I opened right to Proverbs 31. Of course, that wasn’t wildly surprising as I have my reading guide tucked into that chapter TO draw my attention to its content as often as possible. ūüôā

I have been reading and re-reading those verses for the past several months. I have been working to adopt the challenge and encouragement held within them.

Since I like numerical symmetry, digging in to study Proverbs 31 as I turn 31 just seems right. I am going to walk through the chapter verse by verse, lingering long enough to let the Holy Spirit really guide me instead of charging through on my own timetable like usual. It may take a couple of weeks, or it might take the rest of the year…who knows.

Today, I began working through just verse 10 (the first 9 verses aren’t going to be part of my study since they relate¬†to a different topic/focus). I’ll share more about what I’m finding in the verse later, but I just want to leave you with this observation.

As I was about to start jumping in to this study, I realized I needed some paper for making notes. I asked Wyatt to hand me “that” notebook as I pointed directly to one. He asked “what notebook?” a couple of times while looking all around–willing to obey but without a clue about what I expected him to see. I quietly reminded him to look at ME first to see where I’m pointing before trying to find it.

Like a gentle wind, I felt God whisper to me in that moment–

Before you start reading, working, digging, studying, and trying to see what I’m trying to show you…look at me. Stop. Be still. Listen. Let me point you directly to the goal instead of stumbling around trying to figure it out yourself. I want to teach you. I want to lead you. I want you to trust me to show you the way.



I haven’t posted anything here in quite a while because it is impossible for me to write without talking about the thoughts and feelings at the forefront of my mind…but that hasn’t been an option until now.

As I announced on Facebook a few days ago, we will be moving away from Tuscaloosa in the coming weeks (or months, depending on how long our house takes to sell). Michael was promoted at work, and he will be taking over the management of maintenance operations for a plant that is a few hours from here on October 1. We have been working through the application, interview, and testing process for what seems like forever. The whole time was spent in this land of “don’t talk about the elephant in the room” which usually accompanies these things.

I wrote the following a few weeks ago, when I needed to put into words the struggle and chaos inside of me. I couldn’t hit “publish”–in fact I couldn’t even write past what you see here–because everything was so jumbled and uncertain.¬†

I am in a strange season of my life right now where things aren’t changing at all, but are always one step away from changing dramatically.
This kind of constant limbo has a quicksand-like effect on me. I have real trouble keeping myself moving forward and accomplishing even the normal tasks of daily life.

This small spurt of introspection did, however, help me to push past the temporary paralysis I had been experiencing. I began working to make progress in whatever small way I could – regardless of what news (or lack of) the day might hold. I prayed for the grace to get through the day without being bogged down with worry. I didn’t force decisions that were creating stumbling blocks… I just tried to work around them.

I decided to work on projects which I would enjoy having finished regardless of whether we were to sell the house in the end.

I patched the walls and painted my laundry room a soothing green, reorganizing and reducing the pantry area as I went.

I refinished the chest of drawers in my bedroom instead of throwing it out and starting over. ūüôā

We rearranged the kitchen and added cabinets/counters where there had been none. (I’ll have a few posts about this process soon–it deserves it.)

I purged so much junk from my house that Michael started hiding his tools and hunting gear in self-defense.

I fixed lingering minor cosmetic issues in the house which I usually just dealt with or overlooked–the broken hinge on the cupboard door, the missing knob on the drawer, the broken sprayer nozzle, etc.

I looked at my house and began to live in it intentionally, instead of by happenstance. The toaster, mixer, crock pot, blender, and food processor all found forever-homes instead of bouncing between surfaces. Things which had never really had a “place” were either given one or disposed of. If it isn’t TRULY useful or loved, it has to go.

Mainly though, I prayed–and I made progress. Little by little, day by day, sometimes hour by hour.

Then…the job was his. The waiting was over. The possibility is the reality.

And I’m still focused making progress. Thankfully, I’ve got a lot less ground left to cover now than if I had stayed in that quicksand. I am so grateful for God’s grace and peace which allowed me to push through this season of waiting and for His perfect timing with this blessing.

I don’t know what you are struggling against–a health issue, a sick family member, a job opportunity or loss, depression, or even just the weight of all the “little” things. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do it all, know the answer, or even have a plan. All you have to do is take a step.

Pray for the grace for today–for right this moment. He is faithful to give you just what you need, although it might not be all you want. Allow yourself to be content with the small victories, and just focus on trying every day to make progress of some kind. It adds up, and it makes a difference in both your home and your spirit.

Creamy Orange Coconut Smoothie

The best part of making homemade coconut milk, in my opinion, is definitely using it to¬†make smoothies! We’ve tried several different smoothie flavor combinations in the past few months, but the boys’ very favorite recipe is what I usually call our Orange Creamsicle Smoothie. When we made our first batch of homemade coconut milk yesterday, Zander immediately wanted to try it in that recipe. The results were fantastic! In fact, I only got half of a glass because the boys slurped down their own before descending on mine when I wasn’t looking! I wish their mother had taught them better manners… Oh wait. ūüėČ



3 frozen bananas (I had these already peeled, but I often just toss the whole banana in the freezer and use a knife to peel it when I’m ready to use…either way works!)
1 cup orange juice
1 cup fresh, homemade coconut milk (or whatever milk you prefer, but coconut is AWESOME in this)
1/2-3/4 cup cottage cheese (I use this to add a kick of protein and additional creaminess–processed dairy like¬†cheeses and yogurts don’t bother¬†the¬†milk-sensitive tummies in our¬†family like¬†plain milk does)
Optional additions:
Sweetener to taste (our milk was sweetened, so I didn’t use any additional sweetener)
Ground flax seed (I often toss 2T or so into smoothies for the nutrition bonus, but I didn’t think about it for this batch)

Put all ingredients besides bananas into blender. Cut up bananas and add them to blender. Blend until smooth and serve immediately.


Creamy, fruity, delicious! No single flavor overpowers the others, and it was just the right level of sweet. Yum!

Homemade Coconut Milk

The boys and I made a sad, sad trip yesterday. One of my favorite local grocery stores is going out of business.

We stopped by to see the reality with our own eyes during yesterday’s errand run, and it is undeniable–the bakery, deli, meat, seafood, and freezer sections are completely vacant. The produce section is apparently the next target, because the prices in that area were SLASHED. While I’m totally bummed about the store closing, I’m NOT bummed about getting a ton of apples for $0.99/lb, a 3lb bag of oranges for $1.99, a nice pineapple for $1.50, and two coconuts for $1 each!

Wait…two coconuts? How did those end up in my basket?

What in the world was I thinking? Oh…right…I was channeling my inner homeschool mom.

“Won’t this be a fun and educational thing to do?!? The kids will be fascinated to see the processing of¬†a fresh coconut!”

I also had read on Spartan Race’s Food of the Day email about using fresh coconuts…so I guess it was just all working together to cause my impulse buy. ūüôā

Regardless of HOW I made it home with two coconuts, the fact remains that they were sitting on my table.

First, we used a CLEAN screwdriver and a hammer to open the coconuts, and then we collected the coconut water from inside.


Then we used¬†the hammer to crack them open. A quick taste of the coconut meat and coconut water sent the boys running for a glass of water to get rid of the taste! Hmmm….that could be a problem.


Naturally…I consulted Google, and came across this site which gave instructions for making coconut milk! Three out of four members of our family are sensitive to cow’s milk and usually drink almond milk instead, so coconut milk is certainly something that I was interested in trying.

Simplified instructions: Process the meat of one coconut, the coconut water from that same coconut, and two cups of boiling water for about 5 minutes. If desired, add sweetener to taste in the last minute of processing. I had to split this into two batches in my 7 cup food processor. 

I knew that we would only be using the coconut milk for drinking and in sweet recipes (like smoothies), so I added a bit of sweetener to make it more tasty. One coconut produced almost a full quart of milk.


Of course, it didn’t¬†ALL make it into the jar because the boys kept sneaking sips from the bowl with their straws while it was still warm from the processing… ūüôā Sounds like success to me!

After squeezing out the milk, we were¬†left with a bowl full of finely ground, slightly sweetened coconut meat. I’m going to use some of it in muffins, and I’ll freeze the rest for later use. You can also apparently dry it to make coconut flour, but since I had sweetened it I chose not to go that route.


Overall, I’m thrilled with the results! I still have one more coconut to process, but I may try freezing the meat and coconut water until we’ve used up the first batch since¬†the milk¬†only lasts a few days in the fridge (no preservatives!). You can’t beat getting a quart of preservative-free coconut milk and about two cups of minimally processed coconut meat for $1!


Check back tomorrow, when I’ll post my delicious new smoothie recipe featuring our fresh coconut milk!

Blueberry Picking

About a year ago, I found out that there is a U-Pick Blueberry Farm in our area–Leavelle Farms! I was so excited…until I realized that it was already closed for the year. ūüė¶ Bummer. I was determined not to miss it again, though, so I “liked” their Facebook page to make sure I was notified when they reopened.

They opened in mid-June, and I kept trying to schedule a trip out there…and kept¬†having conflicts come up. I’m actually glad that I didn’t get to go sooner, because Michael was able to go with us when we finally got to go! Woohoo! I love a family adventure!

We headed out mid-morning on Saturday. We arrived to find the weather pleasant and the¬†sky overcast–perfect berry-picking weather!¬†¬†The farm was perfect–plenty of bushes with lots of berries, easily accessible bathroom (essential for a pleasant outing with kids), friendly owners, and only $6 per GALLON of berries you pick! We picked and picked…even through a rain shower. We all got a bit wet, but we also left with a full¬†gallon of berries to enjoy.

It was a wonderful day, but I’ll just let the pictures speak for themselves…

(I apologize for the focus issues in some my pictures. I’m still working on getting used to my camera, and I get in too much of a hurry sometimes.)



Note that the focus here is on the bush, not the adorable face…should’ve switched to manual mode… ūüėČ


Note that NOTHING is in focus here…I like to call this one “auto-UNfocus”


Marked improvement. I love this shot.



All of my guys working together…smile.


And finally, my little drowned rat. ūüôā Sweet boys, sweet berries, and sweet memories. You can’t beat that.

We had so much fun that I gathered up my mom, my niece and nephew, and our awesome neighbor friends and went back¬†on Monday! We gathered another 4 gallons between the three families!¬†There are¬†now 12 quarts of berries in the freezer to get us ALL¬†through the winter with muffins, cobblers, and other blueberry dishes. ūüôā

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I’ll have to share my recipe for blueberry cobbler that came out of this adventure soon, too. ūüôā Yum!!



Photography Adventure

EEEEEEEEK! My precious husband encouraged me to jump in and buy a new camera yesterday. It is a combination 10th anniversary, birthday, Christmas, Mothers Day (and any other holiday you can throw in) gift. It has lenses and gadgetry and enough tweakable things to keep me busy for months! I read the basics of how to use it without breaking it, and I was off…shooting everything in sight.

I have pictures of…



a monkey

annnnnd…a monkey.

Tiny flower's close-up shot. :)

Tiny flower’s close-up shot. ūüôā


Crushed Sidewalk Chalk

Crushed Sidewalk Chalk

The chalk and marbles are going to be printed out and used as artwork for the monkey’s bedroom. They’re both his, and their destruction was by his hand. I think they’re a good reflection of him. ūüôā The tiny flower is just my favorite nature shot thus far.

I also took some GREAT shots of my two boys and my niece. I’m hoping to get my nephew tied down long enough to get a similar shot of him ASAP so that I can print them as a matched set for the walls.

This is so much fun, and maybe it’ll be the ticket to making money from home. Oh the possibilities!


But I Made a Committment!

Hey! We are working on something really worthwhile, and we are one person short for our leadership team. Is there anyone who would be interested in helping out?

I see you there.

With your hand up.


The automatic-overvolunteering expert. You don’t even know what the worthwhile project entails, or WHY this project is sooooo important (aren’t they all?), but your hand is in the air because you’re NEEDED.

Here’s the thing–you’re needed elsewhere too. In fact, your talents and energy are needed in pretty much every¬†volunteer¬†role in every organization in your life. EVERY. ONE.

Don’t believe me? Just go to a PTA meeting and utter the words, “I’m¬†available to help.” You’ll be on 6 committees and have a fundraiser to plan before you can say,¬†“where do I¬†sign in?”

The same¬†exercise can be performed at your church, your¬†alumni groups, your youth sports leagues, or at a variety of other venues. It’s like magic–people need people who have time, talents, and resources to donate. You can literally quit your full-time job and go into full- time volunteering only to find that you have LESS time for your outside life than you had before¬†making the switch. Ask me how I know. I dare you. ūüôā

I can write this because I am a chronic overvolunteer. I’m currently in recovery, but¬†relapse is¬†never farther away than a phone call. All it takes is one, “we REALLY need someone to…” to drag me right back in. Maybe with a, “it won’t take much time at all!” thrown in for good measure.

I¬†know there’s not much room left on your plate for another project, but if¬†I just pile this a little closer to that…..

Once I’m in, I’m hooked. I know that I made a commitment–people are depending on me. So I adjust my schedule.

I ask my mom to keep the kids, try to make a supper that will still be edible when my husband gets home in two hours, and fly out the door to another meeting. Yeah, it’s the third night this week that I’ve had to do this, but I made a commitment.¬†I¬†feel guilty because I don’t have ALL of the skills that the position really requires, so I try to push myself to develop in that area. Yeah, I may have to stay up a couple hours after my husband goes to bed to fit it all in, but at least I’m honoring the commitment I made, right?

Wait…no? But I made it to every meeting! I fielded every email and phone call that came in! I soothed the angry parents, I paid the vendors, I made sure the reports were filed, and I¬†wrote those three recommendation letters.¬†I balanced the PTA checkbook, figured out that tax code problem, and designed a new system for expense tracking.¬†What did I miss?!?

Oh…the soccer practice.¬†The class party. The shared meal time. The evenings at home with my kids.¬†The quiet conversations with my life partner before sleep. The precious moments that you never realize you’re missing until two years has gone by, and you have no idea where¬†they went.

Yeah…I did miss those. But I made a commitment, and I have to honor it.

What about the other commitments I made? Before PTA…before leadership roles…before all of this.

I made a commitment to God to love and serve Him. I made a commitment to my husband to be his wife and life partner. I made a commitment to my children to be there to love, support and train them. I made a commitment to my family to have our home as my first priority when I became a stay-at-home-mom.

What about those commitments?

So, I’m freezing my volunteer availability¬†indefinitely. Just like an alcoholic can’t have¬†“just one drink,” I can’t allow myself to “just¬†serve on this committee.” I know my weaknesses–or at least I do NOW. I’ve seen them wreak havoc on my house, family, and relationships.¬†For this season in my life,¬†I will not be available for your¬†committee/project/office.¬†I am going to commit to focusing in on¬†developing into the¬†best and most intentional wife/mother/homemaker that I can be. I am going to pour my time, talents, and resources into the precious life I have been given…

Because I made a commitment.