Upon further observation of the above recipe, I actually will be cooking that TOMORROW night for dinner, since my oxtails are in the freezer and it's 1:30pm...poor planning on my part, however, will not cause emergency on anyone's part, thankfully, so:
Tonight will be Butternut Squash Risotto....Recipe to come in a couple of days (sorry to leave you hanging).
November 11, 2008
What's cookin'?
A gentle and thoughtful prompting has lead me to follow through on one of my "promises" (laugh). Good to be held accountable.
I must say, one of the reasons I haven't been including recipes as often is because 1. I repeat the dishes I feel are worthy of including more often than you might guess
and 2. the guy that I got the following recipe from (linked to my blog under "He Rants, I rave" in case I want to find anymore of his good recipes...not to mention I really appreciate his writing) somewhat intimidated me in terms of the brilliance of his recipes.
Anyway, that's a poor reason not to write. Here's what's cookin' at my house tonight:
Oxtail soup:
Preheat oven to 500F
Toss oxtails in olive oil, salt, and pepper
Brown in oven in a roasting dish where they are easily accommodated, without touching, until well browned (about 20 minutes).
When they are all browned, remove from oven and set oxtails aside. Add butter to pan, scraping up browned bits. Gently fry 4 peeled and smashed garlic cloves for about a minute. Add a finely diced onion and fry until it is translucent. Add a mixture of finely diced carrot and celery (about two large carrots and two celery stalks). [Option: throw in a couple of teaspoons flour; fry for a couple of minutes to form a roux-a thickening technique]
Add the browned oxtail pieces and stir to coat. Pour in a bottle and a half of sturdy, dry red wine, a can strained tomatoes (then pour a splash of sherry in the box or can, swirl and pour in), two bay leaves, a few sprigs of fresh thyme, two heaping teaspoons of paprika and, a generous amount (a quart at least) of brown stock. Let simmer, skimming every 15 to 30 minutes, for three or more hours. When it nears completion, add a cup of dry sherry and a generous splash of Worcester Sauce. Taste and adjust for salt and pepper (you want a slight warmth on the back of the throat after you have swallowed, not an up-front burn).
When it is right, remove the pieces of tail and, using a very sharp paring knife, remove the meat. Chop the meat (especially if there are tough bits) and set aside. With a hand blender, puree the vegetables to achieve a velvety texture.
Put the meat back in the pot, cover with the soup, and bring back to temperature. Finish with more sherry (if needed). If it is too thick, you can cautiously thin with hot water, but be careful, because if you over thin, then you have no choice but to boil and wait.
Serve with a salad and French bread.
I must say, one of the reasons I haven't been including recipes as often is because 1. I repeat the dishes I feel are worthy of including more often than you might guess
and 2. the guy that I got the following recipe from (linked to my blog under "He Rants, I rave" in case I want to find anymore of his good recipes...not to mention I really appreciate his writing) somewhat intimidated me in terms of the brilliance of his recipes.
Anyway, that's a poor reason not to write. Here's what's cookin' at my house tonight:
Oxtail soup:
Preheat oven to 500F
Toss oxtails in olive oil, salt, and pepper
Brown in oven in a roasting dish where they are easily accommodated, without touching, until well browned (about 20 minutes).
When they are all browned, remove from oven and set oxtails aside. Add butter to pan, scraping up browned bits. Gently fry 4 peeled and smashed garlic cloves for about a minute. Add a finely diced onion and fry until it is translucent. Add a mixture of finely diced carrot and celery (about two large carrots and two celery stalks). [Option: throw in a couple of teaspoons flour; fry for a couple of minutes to form a roux-a thickening technique]
Add the browned oxtail pieces and stir to coat. Pour in a bottle and a half of sturdy, dry red wine, a can strained tomatoes (then pour a splash of sherry in the box or can, swirl and pour in), two bay leaves, a few sprigs of fresh thyme, two heaping teaspoons of paprika and, a generous amount (a quart at least) of brown stock. Let simmer, skimming every 15 to 30 minutes, for three or more hours. When it nears completion, add a cup of dry sherry and a generous splash of Worcester Sauce. Taste and adjust for salt and pepper (you want a slight warmth on the back of the throat after you have swallowed, not an up-front burn).
When it is right, remove the pieces of tail and, using a very sharp paring knife, remove the meat. Chop the meat (especially if there are tough bits) and set aside. With a hand blender, puree the vegetables to achieve a velvety texture.
Put the meat back in the pot, cover with the soup, and bring back to temperature. Finish with more sherry (if needed). If it is too thick, you can cautiously thin with hot water, but be careful, because if you over thin, then you have no choice but to boil and wait.
Serve with a salad and French bread.
October 26, 2008
October in its brilliance
It's times like these that I get really frustrated with the difference between the language Macs and whatever language blogspot uses. I would love to share with you the beauty of the seminary grounds right now, along with pictures of two beauties that I share this little home with...
McKenna is now 4 years old!!!
Murrin, the ever-dreaded 2 years!
Wow, am I blessed. October has always been my favorite month for the transition into fall...what a delight to have welcomed my children into the world at this special time of year.
On top of that, my parents have answered a call to minister as mentors on seminary campus for a time, and to plant a mentoring network here for the encouragement and blessing of we students and wives. We are glad to have the grandparents about, and thankful to have another homey place to retreat to when our hearts and minds are full. Please pray for us all as we transition. You who know us well are aware of the intensity of our family relationships. But we are going into this with our eyes open, and our desire to love one another well...please pray it would be so.
McKenna is now 4 years old!!!
Murrin, the ever-dreaded 2 years!
Wow, am I blessed. October has always been my favorite month for the transition into fall...what a delight to have welcomed my children into the world at this special time of year.
On top of that, my parents have answered a call to minister as mentors on seminary campus for a time, and to plant a mentoring network here for the encouragement and blessing of we students and wives. We are glad to have the grandparents about, and thankful to have another homey place to retreat to when our hearts and minds are full. Please pray for us all as we transition. You who know us well are aware of the intensity of our family relationships. But we are going into this with our eyes open, and our desire to love one another well...please pray it would be so.
September 18, 2008
After a long time
To my friends, I would like to apologize for not having written in so long....I don't know if you've been missing me, but I've definitely been missing you. This season can feel like such a long one, and yet it's breezing by and here we are in our second year. I can't keep up with the day to day details of life, much less recounting them, I'm afraid.
But, when I stop to do it, the chatting over it helps my perspective so much I wonder how I could ever have left it so long. Kind of like when you're stiff from too much sitting, but you can't get over the inertia and move, walk off the creakiness and the cricks in your neck. But once you get moving, and the blood flows and your muscles warm, you wonder what took you so long. Like that "body in motion" that "stays in motion", you feel like you never want to stop. Your mind is cleansed, the true feelings of your heart surface, for the cobwebs are stripped away and you begin to connect again to a vision...bit by bit.
We vacationed in Colorado in August, and were so glad of the fresh mountain air. Perhaps it was the "rocky mountain high" working on us, causing us to be light-headed, but we feel like we re-connected with our joy over the 10 days we were able to view the majestic peaks and feel the strong, western wind in our hair. I need more wind in my life to blow my mind clean. You see, I've already begun the crunching inwards and worrying. Merely a month has passed since our break, and I'm already crippled with anxiety. I had resolved so firmly not to give in to the pressures and burdens of life--to have some bigger perspective of the "world out there", a sense of the reality of life beyond this very minute world that is seminary. Even in that I failed to find an "indicative" big enough to latch onto and keep me going. I was trying to find it in self, my own imagination, even in this world, and there is Someone far greater. and He wants me to know Him.
What?
I just can't figure that out. I see more and more of my ugly, inward focused heart everyday: a heart that is out to serve me, me, me. What can I do to build MY comfort? my control? my adoration? my kingdom?
Keep close my heart to thine,
thy richness fill me up.
My appetites redefine.
and reaching for thy cup
let me there drink, and long
my soul's thirst there to slake
and sing to thee new songs
as I, your hands remake.
Not "mine" but "thine", oh God;
Not me; but to thee run.
Lead me with staff and rod
and make thy kingdom come.
But, when I stop to do it, the chatting over it helps my perspective so much I wonder how I could ever have left it so long. Kind of like when you're stiff from too much sitting, but you can't get over the inertia and move, walk off the creakiness and the cricks in your neck. But once you get moving, and the blood flows and your muscles warm, you wonder what took you so long. Like that "body in motion" that "stays in motion", you feel like you never want to stop. Your mind is cleansed, the true feelings of your heart surface, for the cobwebs are stripped away and you begin to connect again to a vision...bit by bit.
We vacationed in Colorado in August, and were so glad of the fresh mountain air. Perhaps it was the "rocky mountain high" working on us, causing us to be light-headed, but we feel like we re-connected with our joy over the 10 days we were able to view the majestic peaks and feel the strong, western wind in our hair. I need more wind in my life to blow my mind clean. You see, I've already begun the crunching inwards and worrying. Merely a month has passed since our break, and I'm already crippled with anxiety. I had resolved so firmly not to give in to the pressures and burdens of life--to have some bigger perspective of the "world out there", a sense of the reality of life beyond this very minute world that is seminary. Even in that I failed to find an "indicative" big enough to latch onto and keep me going. I was trying to find it in self, my own imagination, even in this world, and there is Someone far greater. and He wants me to know Him.
What?
I just can't figure that out. I see more and more of my ugly, inward focused heart everyday: a heart that is out to serve me, me, me. What can I do to build MY comfort? my control? my adoration? my kingdom?
Keep close my heart to thine,
thy richness fill me up.
My appetites redefine.
and reaching for thy cup
let me there drink, and long
my soul's thirst there to slake
and sing to thee new songs
as I, your hands remake.
Not "mine" but "thine", oh God;
Not me; but to thee run.
Lead me with staff and rod
and make thy kingdom come.
April 10, 2008
Dirty, happy children holding hands
We spent Wednesday gardening. After all the thought and preparation that went into "going stealth" with our soil enrichment plan, a compost bin appeared, unannounced, at the top corner of our raised bed garden....a garden comprised of 13 plots, and covering over 600 square feet (converting to more than 1200 cubic feet), which took all of 3 hours and the sweat of 20 men and women to fill with dark, heavy soil.
It was campus day on the 9th, and we were out, en masse, to beautify and tidy up the seminary. What a brilliant taste of what's to come! Hard work, yes, but great community--and our little ones black from nose to toes from helping too. My 17 month-old helped the most (if you adjust for size) of anyone. After studiously observing others around her, she began lifting huge lumps of clay out of the beds to keep them from turning to burdensome rocks in our garden. She, the youngest helper, was only one of about 10 children who assisted the adults that day. To work hard, and yet be near your loved ones, THAT is satisfying work.
It was campus day on the 9th, and we were out, en masse, to beautify and tidy up the seminary. What a brilliant taste of what's to come! Hard work, yes, but great community--and our little ones black from nose to toes from helping too. My 17 month-old helped the most (if you adjust for size) of anyone. After studiously observing others around her, she began lifting huge lumps of clay out of the beds to keep them from turning to burdensome rocks in our garden. She, the youngest helper, was only one of about 10 children who assisted the adults that day. To work hard, and yet be near your loved ones, THAT is satisfying work.
April 04, 2008
Guerilla Composting
Well, I am going to give a new recipe today, but not one you might expect. As my title foreshadows, we will be looking at compost today...Just for a laugh.
First of all, I found out from a man in the know that our raised beds are being constructed of cedar. Cedar, as you probably are aware, acts as a natural moth repellent--nice to avoid those horrible, toxic moth balls in our sweaters, of course. But in a garden, cedar works to repel all sorts of insects who might otherwise have desired to lay their future brood near the food source. Better still, there will be no preserving chemicals (as there would be in railroad ties or other treated wood)--and it will just be beautiful, you know?
But how to give this soil what it needs in a respectful manner to our neighbors, without breaking the budget? You see, the seminary nestles in the midst of the most affluent neighborhoods of St. Louis. Unfortunately, we have to work extra hard at keeping up relations with them, particularly in the aftermath of a lawsuit having to do with sharing through roads. Anyway, the grounds come under scrutiny, any new construction has to be approved, and even our sweet little playground needs to look tidy. Toys must not be strewn about the campus. What about orange peels? Egg shells? Potato parings? Onion skins? Wilted lettuce leaves? Think those will pass? Hmmmm.
So, for all those who would like to enrich the soil in a eco-friendly, community-conscious way? Guerilla activity is all there is to it.
Method:
1. Place all easily smashed, chopped, or ground raw food "parings" into a small compost bin in your domain. (Things like coffee grounds, egg shells, smashed up a bit first, onion bits, carrot & potato peel and bits, bits of green veg. you would otherwise not eat---NOT so much banana peels--they are a bit fibrous and tough).
2. When full, transfer a bit at a time into a food processor (unless it is capable of more. I would recommend no more than a cup at a time).
3. Process until matter resembles "dirt".
4. Hide matter in plastic containers that are fairly manageable, allowing to sit no longer than 2 weeks in your home. Then, by cover of night, dig into the soil in the raised beds, making sure to stir organic materials in well, dispersing throughout to a) help the soil stay loose and well-prepared b) avoid detection by having large clumps of "rotting matter" lying around in the "dirt".
Ideal time of year for Guerilla composting: before final frost and planting season begins. After that, compost needs more preparation (achieved in our case by exposing it to the little workers in the soil) so that it will be beneficial rather than harmful to your plants. Coffee grounds, for example, are acidic and can either burn plants or change the pH balance of your soil.
*Smile* Hope you enjoy.
First of all, I found out from a man in the know that our raised beds are being constructed of cedar. Cedar, as you probably are aware, acts as a natural moth repellent--nice to avoid those horrible, toxic moth balls in our sweaters, of course. But in a garden, cedar works to repel all sorts of insects who might otherwise have desired to lay their future brood near the food source. Better still, there will be no preserving chemicals (as there would be in railroad ties or other treated wood)--and it will just be beautiful, you know?
But how to give this soil what it needs in a respectful manner to our neighbors, without breaking the budget? You see, the seminary nestles in the midst of the most affluent neighborhoods of St. Louis. Unfortunately, we have to work extra hard at keeping up relations with them, particularly in the aftermath of a lawsuit having to do with sharing through roads. Anyway, the grounds come under scrutiny, any new construction has to be approved, and even our sweet little playground needs to look tidy. Toys must not be strewn about the campus. What about orange peels? Egg shells? Potato parings? Onion skins? Wilted lettuce leaves? Think those will pass? Hmmmm.
So, for all those who would like to enrich the soil in a eco-friendly, community-conscious way? Guerilla activity is all there is to it.
Method:
1. Place all easily smashed, chopped, or ground raw food "parings" into a small compost bin in your domain. (Things like coffee grounds, egg shells, smashed up a bit first, onion bits, carrot & potato peel and bits, bits of green veg. you would otherwise not eat---NOT so much banana peels--they are a bit fibrous and tough).
2. When full, transfer a bit at a time into a food processor (unless it is capable of more. I would recommend no more than a cup at a time).
3. Process until matter resembles "dirt".
4. Hide matter in plastic containers that are fairly manageable, allowing to sit no longer than 2 weeks in your home. Then, by cover of night, dig into the soil in the raised beds, making sure to stir organic materials in well, dispersing throughout to a) help the soil stay loose and well-prepared b) avoid detection by having large clumps of "rotting matter" lying around in the "dirt".
Ideal time of year for Guerilla composting: before final frost and planting season begins. After that, compost needs more preparation (achieved in our case by exposing it to the little workers in the soil) so that it will be beneficial rather than harmful to your plants. Coffee grounds, for example, are acidic and can either burn plants or change the pH balance of your soil.
*Smile* Hope you enjoy.
March 29, 2008
Spring Cleaning...and Gardening!
This is the closest I could get to a "spring theme" on the template choices. I must admit, I'm a bit bored with the options they give me. Please forgive my frenetic behavior--I'm too visual for my own good. But, I must reflect my joy in the change of the season in a change to lighter colors. I am celebrating the fact that we will be breaking ground for our community garden here on seminary campus-right outside my apartment building's front door in fact-on April 9th.
Since leaving the hugely therapeutic garden that Chip built for me in Asheville for my birthday, I have been itching to sink my fingers into the soil once more. Not two weeks had passed since we arrived here, that I began to poke around, looking for suitable spots for a raised bed garden. I also began the emailing process. We all know how bureaucracy works--well, amazingly enough, this one worked quickly! It is only 7 months after my first email went out--beginning of the growing season, and they are building the frames for not one, but 10 raised beds....The designer set up different shaped beds in the semi-circular plot we will be planting in, piecing them together like a jigsaw puzzle, and it looks beautiful. I mentioned they are in the front of our building, a place where ideal sun (full) and bed lay-out (east-west in length) combine; I should also mention that the plot is right next to the new playground (which was completed in October, in perfect timing for my daughters' 3 and 1 year old birthdays). What great blessing! A space for the wives (and husbands who need a study break) and a place for the children; a place for community to happen...and a place to sow and reap and learn about taking care of this beautiful world of ours...of His--it is wonderful. I am encouraged.
FAMILY UPDATE
As some of you may know, January, February and the beginning of March were marked by continual battles with illnesses for my family. My parents arrived to begin their residency on seminary campus, and came down with respiratory flu, which laid out my little family as well. Chip still wrestles with a sinus infection in the aftermath of "the crud", as we like to call it. Please pray for our health, particularly as we enter the allergy season of the area, which from what everyone around us says, strikes hard and leaves late...
We are well, now, and looking forward to summer and the small breaks it will afford us. We are getting on our feet financially, bit by bit, and hope to work as much as possible to lighten the loan load for the fall. Thankfully, this summer scholarships will apply to language classes for M.Div students, so Hebrew is on the books for Chip in order to spread out his class load. We are so grateful!
McKenna and Murrin blossom and grow like I hope our new garden will this summer. If everything around us grew and developed like they do, we would be living in a rain-forest. They are gorgeous, strong, creative, good friends to one another, and just a ton of fun to be around. I am learning the joy of motherhood, and I'm so glad as this age is a tough one for me. Murring chirrups like a little bird, and talks constantly, mimicking everything she hears--she clowns around, and already knows how to tease and joke with us at 17 months old--a definite goofy girl, as her daddy dubs her. McKenna climbs trees, monkey bars, rocks, buildings....She amazes me with her strength and grace. She takes things seriously, like her mommy, but the two of them are an amazing blend of us both. I love these girls.
There is far more to say than I can follow through on at the moment, but I had to try to plow through a bit. Hope you are well, dear readers.
Since leaving the hugely therapeutic garden that Chip built for me in Asheville for my birthday, I have been itching to sink my fingers into the soil once more. Not two weeks had passed since we arrived here, that I began to poke around, looking for suitable spots for a raised bed garden. I also began the emailing process. We all know how bureaucracy works--well, amazingly enough, this one worked quickly! It is only 7 months after my first email went out--beginning of the growing season, and they are building the frames for not one, but 10 raised beds....The designer set up different shaped beds in the semi-circular plot we will be planting in, piecing them together like a jigsaw puzzle, and it looks beautiful. I mentioned they are in the front of our building, a place where ideal sun (full) and bed lay-out (east-west in length) combine; I should also mention that the plot is right next to the new playground (which was completed in October, in perfect timing for my daughters' 3 and 1 year old birthdays). What great blessing! A space for the wives (and husbands who need a study break) and a place for the children; a place for community to happen...and a place to sow and reap and learn about taking care of this beautiful world of ours...of His--it is wonderful. I am encouraged.
FAMILY UPDATE
As some of you may know, January, February and the beginning of March were marked by continual battles with illnesses for my family. My parents arrived to begin their residency on seminary campus, and came down with respiratory flu, which laid out my little family as well. Chip still wrestles with a sinus infection in the aftermath of "the crud", as we like to call it. Please pray for our health, particularly as we enter the allergy season of the area, which from what everyone around us says, strikes hard and leaves late...
We are well, now, and looking forward to summer and the small breaks it will afford us. We are getting on our feet financially, bit by bit, and hope to work as much as possible to lighten the loan load for the fall. Thankfully, this summer scholarships will apply to language classes for M.Div students, so Hebrew is on the books for Chip in order to spread out his class load. We are so grateful!
McKenna and Murrin blossom and grow like I hope our new garden will this summer. If everything around us grew and developed like they do, we would be living in a rain-forest. They are gorgeous, strong, creative, good friends to one another, and just a ton of fun to be around. I am learning the joy of motherhood, and I'm so glad as this age is a tough one for me. Murring chirrups like a little bird, and talks constantly, mimicking everything she hears--she clowns around, and already knows how to tease and joke with us at 17 months old--a definite goofy girl, as her daddy dubs her. McKenna climbs trees, monkey bars, rocks, buildings....She amazes me with her strength and grace. She takes things seriously, like her mommy, but the two of them are an amazing blend of us both. I love these girls.
There is far more to say than I can follow through on at the moment, but I had to try to plow through a bit. Hope you are well, dear readers.
January 22, 2008
Dear friends
Hello dear ones...
I just want to thank all of you who have told me you are reading. It has been hard at times to come to the page, thinking that what I'm trying to do here (i.e. keep people in the loop of what's going on with our family) is not really worth it. Sometimes I doubt that you are there, that you want to know about our lives.
Sometimes I act like an orphan. And the truth is, I'm not. My identity is forever secure in Christ and by Christ--I'm a daughter.
But, it's still nice to know that I have fellowship in you, oh dear readers.
So, an update:
Because of the generous gifts of several seminary friends, unexpected gifts from friends and family in Asheville, regular support from our supporters, and a holiday "scholarship" of sorts from an organization supportive to seminarians, we were able not only to make it through a month without employment while the seminary and all it's functions were shut down, but also to travel home to N.C. for the holidays. It was probably the last time we will visit my parents in their home in Concord, as they are moving into a time of sabbatical and preparation for a new ministry venture....and it was the first time we came back to Asheville since sprinting away the 1st of August, and perspective that has been lost over the past 4 hectic years is finally creeping back.
We have been faithless in so many ways. Though hurt in the past by situations in the church, our response has not been true to our calling as followers of Christ to love and forgive. I have been guilty of much retreating and licking of wounds, and feeling that life is unfair. But the truth is, we are called to a life that must include suffering, trials, struggles in order for us to be progressively made more and more like Him. There is always joy, there are times of peace and times where I have no "wants"--but I must learn to find rest and quiet and peace and yes, even joy, in the times of suffering....
Anyway, all these musings relate to a reflection over the time we were in Asheville. They are a direct result of coming back into close communication with friends in Colorado who have reflected to us how we were then. The Lord has a great deal to do in us---but unbelievably at times, He also wants to do His work with us, through us. Please pray for us, as often we are stunned to (near) silence by the thought. Please pray for us, because we are desperate for Christ, to know that His presence is real and unwavering in our lives. Please pray for us, that we might grow in our love for Him and for one another (in our marriage, our parenting, our friends, our church, our community...His world).
P.S. It has come to my attention that it is very "easy" to set up a web page (I've been out of touch with technology for far too long). It is a high possibility that I will, therefore, change over to that "format" for facilities sake in the next month or so. Please drop me an email or a note on facebook to let me know if you are interested in that (pictures are easier to include there too!).
Much love.
I just want to thank all of you who have told me you are reading. It has been hard at times to come to the page, thinking that what I'm trying to do here (i.e. keep people in the loop of what's going on with our family) is not really worth it. Sometimes I doubt that you are there, that you want to know about our lives.
Sometimes I act like an orphan. And the truth is, I'm not. My identity is forever secure in Christ and by Christ--I'm a daughter.
But, it's still nice to know that I have fellowship in you, oh dear readers.
So, an update:
Because of the generous gifts of several seminary friends, unexpected gifts from friends and family in Asheville, regular support from our supporters, and a holiday "scholarship" of sorts from an organization supportive to seminarians, we were able not only to make it through a month without employment while the seminary and all it's functions were shut down, but also to travel home to N.C. for the holidays. It was probably the last time we will visit my parents in their home in Concord, as they are moving into a time of sabbatical and preparation for a new ministry venture....and it was the first time we came back to Asheville since sprinting away the 1st of August, and perspective that has been lost over the past 4 hectic years is finally creeping back.
We have been faithless in so many ways. Though hurt in the past by situations in the church, our response has not been true to our calling as followers of Christ to love and forgive. I have been guilty of much retreating and licking of wounds, and feeling that life is unfair. But the truth is, we are called to a life that must include suffering, trials, struggles in order for us to be progressively made more and more like Him. There is always joy, there are times of peace and times where I have no "wants"--but I must learn to find rest and quiet and peace and yes, even joy, in the times of suffering....
Anyway, all these musings relate to a reflection over the time we were in Asheville. They are a direct result of coming back into close communication with friends in Colorado who have reflected to us how we were then. The Lord has a great deal to do in us---but unbelievably at times, He also wants to do His work with us, through us. Please pray for us, as often we are stunned to (near) silence by the thought. Please pray for us, because we are desperate for Christ, to know that His presence is real and unwavering in our lives. Please pray for us, that we might grow in our love for Him and for one another (in our marriage, our parenting, our friends, our church, our community...His world).
P.S. It has come to my attention that it is very "easy" to set up a web page (I've been out of touch with technology for far too long). It is a high possibility that I will, therefore, change over to that "format" for facilities sake in the next month or so. Please drop me an email or a note on facebook to let me know if you are interested in that (pictures are easier to include there too!).
Much love.
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