Good morning y’all!!! Celebrating frappy friday on a Monday today, because sometimes life happens and you drop the ball, but you gotta give yourself grace and roll with the punches. So, here we are. Happy Monday folks. I’m exhausted, but excited to be with ya this fine day. Grab that extra strong, extra shot of espresso cup of joe and prepare yourself for a great week. Here’s what I have for you today:
- In preparation for all those Friendsgivings that are about to take place. I went to one this past weekend, and brought mac n’ cheese. Turns out a sign up sheet is extremely important. Because three other people also brought mac n’ cheese.
- I can’t really explain it but I love reading what people do for their morning routines. And I just found a site dedicated to that. I’m terrible at getting up in the morning, and so I think my hope is that by reading what others do I’ll find the magic trick that will help me get my butt up and at ’em in the morning
- This is a pretty costly gift. BUT I have all the support for it .
- Guys, I’ve heard great things about young living co. Seriously, I’ve never heard a bad word. I just can’t decide if I should jump all in. Commitment is hard.
- Do you have a creative job?
- I love peoples’ homes. I love going into someone’s house and seeing how they made it their own. Each house tells a story, and we all know I love a good story.
- Here’s a new podcast if you’re in the market for a new one.
- These were things I needed to hear as someone who suffers from chronic pain.
- I’m sure you are overwhelmed by the new Magnolia collection at Target, and don’t know where to start. Still have yet to go check it out, because I know once I see it I will lose any and all self-control and end up spending more money than I have.
- I read this because I was literally falling asleep at my desk.
- Since September, I’ve been teaching a confirmation class for 10th graders. I really love it. They’re a good group of kids, and I really and truly enjoy my time with them. Now, I can’t say that they feel the same way about our time together, but I’m doing my best. I’m struggling though. This past Sunday, one of my girls asked the infamous question, “why do bad things happen to good people?” I stood in front of my kids and I froze. This was a question I had asked a thousand times, and now as I was being asked the question, I didn’t know what to say. Especially with all that is happening around us, I didn’t know what to tell the expectant faces looking back at me. Faces that were looking to me to provide an answer that would ease their aching hearts and the confusion clouding their thoughts. And for those few brief seconds where I took a pause to collect my thoughts, I panicked. What am I going to say? I am the absolute wrong person to ask. I’m not a theological scholar, and I don’t have the bible memorized. Heck, I haven’t even read the entire bible. So, I begged the Lord to be with me and prayed for the best. I figured honesty was the best policy, so I told them this is a question I ask myself all the time and one I’m constantly grappling with. I went on to say that the bible doesn’t promise us we will not suffer. But that despite the sufferings we will endure, God, who loves us so much that He sent his only son to die for us, equips us with the hope, community, and strength to endure the suffering. And while you may feel abandoned, I can assure you, that you are never alone. God walks with you through the suffering. I told them I was learning a lot about lamenting. That the study I am working through has led me to the Psalms. Where time and time again we see people crying out to the Lord, “why have you forsaken me?” But in that same breath, while crying out to the Lord, they are also giving him praise. That I’m learning to do that. I am learning to cry out to the Lord to be near me, while also giving Him praise no matter my circumstances. And then I told them I loved them and was always here if they needed to talk.
- Boy, do I have a story for you. I made these on Tuesday, and it was quite the event. I was supposed to go to dance class, but I couldn’t get myself there. Not because my car broke down or because traffic was bad, I just didn’t have the strength to muster up the energy to go and be active. So, like always, the guilt immediately started to set in. I was sitting on the couch, watching my crazy ex-girlfriend, speaking lies to myself. Headed towards a downward spiral fast. Well, that HAD to stop. So, I jumped up, grabbed my car keys, and headed to Whole Foods. I picked up all the ingredients that the recipe called for and headed back home to make these suckers. What I thought would be a quick and easy cooking sesh turned out to be this long, exhausting process that made me want to sit on the kitchen floor, curl up in a ball, and cry. Everything was going great until it came time to use my food processor. I will note that my food processor is older than I am. My mom gifted it to me when she got herself an upgrade. Essentially what happened, to make a long story short, is that my food processor stopped working, and then I panicked and tried a blender-which was very unsuccessful. At this point its like 10:30 at night and I just want to go bed, but I’ve dirtied up all these dishes, and my fat ball mix is not blending. Determined not to give up, I roll the chunky batter into balls and throw them into the freezer. So, while mine look nothing like the beautiful photo on Instagram, because they were not blended AT ALL, they still tasted good and I’m up for the challenge to try making them again, this time *fingers crossed* properly. Say a prayer for my food processor and that it has one more blend in it.
That’s it! See you in a few short days for our regularly scheduled programming!