A good photograph can be found anywhere. And anything makes a worthy subject. When we take the time to look for light and angles, when we play with composition and framing, even the most boring and plain objects reveal beauty and inspire thankfulness. We just have to train our eye to see it. So wherever you are in your photography journey…keep taking pictures. You may feel ridiculous at first but it’ll be worth it.
When I originally started this weekly feature I thought I’d be using recipes just from Pinterest but lately it seems I’ve kind of dropped the pinterest part. I’ve been sharing recipes that have been in my family for a while, or shared by a friend, and even like last week the occasional I have no idea where it came from how-to.
Such is life, I guess. But I do intend to keep up my pinterest sharing stuff because there is some seriously good stuff out there. Of course I say that knowing that today’s recipe falls into the I don’t know camp. I can’t even remember where I found it and have no idea what the original recipe is. It’s one of those simple do it a few times and you know it by heart kind of things. I tried to look for it but came across nothing that resembles the avocado salad we make.
Regardless of it origins this is one creamy and flavorful side salad. The avocado combines with the sour cream to make a delicious rich taste. It even has bacon so of course it’s a double thumbs up in our house.
We’ve gotten pretty bad about just eating this as a side on our plate but it looks really pretty nestled on a bed of red leaf lettuce. It is rich a little goes a long way although don’t be surprised if you go back for seconds!
One minute she’s volunteering to wash dishes; the next arguing with her little sister over who is sitting up front and who gets exiled to the back seat.
The best of friends this morning and the worst of enemies tonight.
There’s laughter and squabbles, acts of grace and crimes of selfishness.
Joyful obedience and sullen compliance.
Tender hearts and edgy pride.
Parenting, my friends, is not for the fainthearted. But we know that if we love our children, then for their sake we must be diligent in our parenting. (Which, if I’m being honest, can be exhausting and my stamina is sometimes not up to the task but usually because I maybe just might be exhibiting some of the above descriptions in my own heart…but that is a post for another day I think.)
I have long loved Hebrews 12:11 and taken much encouragement from it in relation to parenting,
For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.
The peaceful fruit of righteousness…what more could we want?
Recently I heard the dots of discipline and joy connected in a rather simple but thought provoking way. A father explains to his toddler that he is spanking her so that she will be happy. What? Spanking = happiness? Obviously, on the surface that doesn’t really connect but it makes perfect sense if viewed through the lens of Scripture. Disobedience brings painful discipline that will produce happiness. (Please don’t flood the comments section on a debate about corporal punishment…discipline does and should take many different forms. Swatting backsides in a loving manner to correct behavior is just an example of one method.)
My point is that from the very beginning we should be training our children to connect disobedience with consequences and discipline with joy and happiness. Why? Because good things come from obedience. In Leviticus 26 God says that He will walk with the one who is obedient. In the first chapter of Proverbs we’re told that there is safety in obedience and in Psalm one that the obedient will flourish.
The world will offer many claims as to what brings happiness but our children should be taught from as early as they can possibly understand that true happiness is only found in Christ.
My six year old sums it up this way:
Linking up with the Proverbs 31 Sanctuary.
Remember my post about the lady whose family went to Haiti? Well she has a lovely new blog and a weekly feature that is pretty awesome. It’s called Tell His Story and after she shares a chapter from her story that He is telling she invites us to share a chapter of our own.
Beautiful hearts…beautiful words…grab a cup of tea or coffee and take a moment. Read how the story…His story is being written across the lives of other believers…and be blessed.
You can find an earlier post that I shared at Tell His Story here.
Hello, my name is Marty and I like to cook with butter.
There I said it. In a world obsessed with olive oil, coconut oil, and all natural good for you oils, I am declaring my love for real butter. Not like Paula Deen just eat the stick of butter like it’s a candy bar kind of love but I do like my butter.
It sort of makes this simple recipe as far as I am concerned. And by simple, I mean s.i.m.p.l.e. but such great flavor! I like to pair it best with pork.
Our regular birthday shoot tradition kicks it up a notch when the girls turn thirteen. We want to mark the occasion in a special way so we do some sort of formal session. Emily’s day was helped by the generosity of friends, first in the loaning of the gown she wore and second, the sweet friends that let us include their beautiful horse in her pictures. It made her day and the images are extra special to her.
She loves to cook and is always flipping through cookbooks and recipe magazines. She’ll cook as often as we’ll let her and has already been put in charge of dinner on several occasions.
Of all the children she is the quietest and also the most like Rob in temperament. She even has his sense of humor. Which means she can be super funny at the most unexpected times. She’s also sneaky. Once, over the span of several weeks, she was hiding her sister’s underwear a pair at a time until finally Sarah was complaining because she could hardly find any. Emily thought this was uproariously funny.
A friend nicknamed her the baby whisperer. She has a knack for getting even the shyest little one off their mother’s hip and onto her own. She loves babies. Her mothering streak is strong and so is her cuddle gene.