Sunday, August 31, 2014

Salmon on Sunday

I've been trying to shake things up a bit with our dinner time menu... and, honestly, find meals that don't take 900 years to make. Since Jacob HAS to be in bed at a certain time every night because of school, dinner HAS to be on the table by 6:30pm.


Yeah, I've been KINDA punctual about that. (please read: not really & it's a nightly panic for me)

I made this salmon this past week and it was tasty, easy & fast. The perfect weeknight trifecta. Give it whorl and see what you think!

Smokey-Sweet Salmon

salmon fillets (defrosted, if they happened to have entered your house frozen)

For the Rub:
brown sugar
chili powder

I'm not going to tell you how much to use of  rub ingredients. I know.... Use the brown sugar as the base for the other ingredients and taste test as you go. What we found as the perfect balance might not fly in your house. Trust your taste buds!

Set your oven to 425.

Mix the rub ingredients together in a small bowl and set aside. 

Spray an oven approved dish with oil and place the salmon in the dish. Sprinkle the rub all over the salmon- rub it into both sides.

Let it sit for about 5 minutes.

Cook for 10-15 minutes.
Watch it carefully! 
Take it out of the oven and let it rest of 5-10 minutes.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Interrupted- Thoughts and Giveaway

A couple of years ago, there was this girl… and she was starting on a bit of a spiritual… tiff shall we say. She loved Jesus. She loved God. She’d committed to follow Jesus at a very young age, more or less to success, depending on whom you were speaking to. 

But there was something happening. Something inside her that was changing. Something that was disquiet and unsettled. Something was growing more and more unsure that the comfortable American Dream filled Christian life was really what her life should be about.

If you were wondering, that girl was me.

And I wrestled with those thoughts and feelings for a while. A long while. 

About that time, I was introduced to a book, called 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess . And I fell in love with the message of that book. The challenge of it. Reading through it, the author spoke of another book & I knew I had to get my hands on it. 

I want to talk about Jen Hatmaker's prequel to 7....

Interrupted: When Jesus Wrecks Your Comfortable Christianity.

I devoured the book in one sitting. So much of what I was thinking and feeling was right there in black and white. And it was a relief that someone else had been wrestling with those that too. 

The point that church is more than a building. That church isn't something we do on Sunday morning to feel good about ourselves. Church isn't a line on our to-do list that we check off every week. 

Church is the people of God... the followers of Jesus, totally committed to BEING the Church. Church is who we are in the days between Sunday night and Sunday morning. It's loving people. Showing them the love of Christ through us. Caring for their physical, immediate needs as well as their spiritual ones. And, as Jen writes, it's not my job to judge how wisely another person will use that care. It is my job to provide it. Period. 

After all, how can someone hear about this amazing Christ who loves them and cares for them if the people who claim to follow him aren't showing that care?

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Christianity isn't about us... it's about Christ. And that sounds like a very silly and obvious thing to say. But, I believe it's so easy to forget that. To put ourselves first above all. If I'm honest, it's a daily struggle for me. 
I want my comfortable American Dream Life. 
But, I just can't ignore the struggle inside me that, maybe... just maybe, my life isn't about my "wants." Perhaps I'm on this planet for something else. Something more.

For SomeONE more. 

I'm still sifting through my thoughts and feelings on this. I don't know how this looks for me and my family. I don't think it involves moving to another city and starting a brand new church like the Hatmakers did. But I do know that Christ has wrecked my Comfortable Christianity. And I do know that I cannot go back to thinking and doing the business of life the way I did before. 

If you're struggling through any of these thoughts, I highly encourage you to pick up Jen Hatmaker's book-  Interrupted: When Jesus Wrecks Your Comfortable Christianity. And, you know what? If you are not struggling with any of this, I highly encourage you to pick up this book and read. 

I am so happy to be a part of Jen's launch team for the relaunch of Interrupted! The new edition has been revised and expanded. I'm also super thrilled to be able to offer one of my readers their own copy. It's my very first giveaway and I cannot think of a better one! If you'd like to be entered to win a copy of Interrupted: When Jesus Wrecks Your Comfortable Christianity, then please leave a comment! I'll draw a name on Wednesday, August 20th.

For  more information about Jen Hatmaker, head on over to her website-

Friday, August 01, 2014

6 Years, Flown By

Dear Jacob,

You are 6. Happy Birthday, my sweet love.

You've been shaking with excitement over this day for a good six months. I hope being 6 years old is as fantastically awesome as you think it should be.

At this very moment, you've been playing the Wii w/your E. And you've just finished lecturing your little brother on the difference between his toys and yours. And I'm far too amused to mention the fact that Luke is just a month old & has no idea what you're talking about. 

I am so proud of you. And so proud to be your mommy. You are so smart and so funny. Every single day you surprise me with what you've learned or what you're learning. You are so much smarter and capable than you think you are! You're slightly bad about hiding behind the "It's too hard!" or "It's too scary for me!".... and a common phrase around our house is, "You can do hard things."

Sweet Boy, yes.

You can do hard things.
You are about to head off into a new adventure... without your mommy.
Good Grief.
It's hard for me to believe that you are anywhere near old enough for Kindergarten. And... I'm very sure that I'll be saying the same thing when you graduate high school... go to college... get married.... 

I'm seeing, more and more, how fleeting my years with you are. Specifically, my years as your "mommy." I know that, soon, you'll stop calling me that... at least out loud. Soon, it will be "Mom" or "Mama." I hope it's "Mama"... I like that far better. But, more than that... I hope that, deep in your heart, you will still think of me as your "mommy."


You are my first born. You've been my buddy and my wingman through all our adventures & I can't imagine a moment without you. I have a hard time remembering life without you. I love you, Kiddo. Always remember that you are loved... loved far more fiercely and fully than you'll ever really grasp... at least until you have a child of your own. Know that you are God's idea and that He loves you more than anyone.
(and that's saying something.)

If I could drill anything into your sweet head and heart right now, it would be this...
You can do hard things.
Follow hard after Jesus.

I promise you it's the best advise I can give you.


(as I was writing this post, you came into my room and wanted a chip... and this was the show I was treated to. You're welcome for catching for all time.)