Theological Term of the Week: Unity


This week’s term: Unity (Non-Communicable) – The state of being one, or untied; oneness;singleness. Something complete in itself; single, a separate thing. The quality of being one in spirit, sentiment, purpose, etc.; harmony, agreement; concord; uniformity.

Last week’s term: Independency (Non-Communicable) – The state or quality of being independent; freedom from influence, control, determination, or accountability for, or upon action to, any other being.


Fall Fun

We have had a busy autumn. I just wanted to drop by and share a few photos of what we’ve been up to:


We had the chance to meet the cow at Chick-Fil-A! We enjoyed eating supper there as a family for a fundraiser for our homeschool group. I love the kids’ faces in this photo. :)

a00e5dac-e4dc-485e-bad9-7fc182e887c2Leslie made a pumpkin “snowman”, which I thought was so cute and creative.

e02e28ae-9a59-4531-9e40-0a432dff6094She used a marker to decorate it and two brass fasteners for the eyes.


Matthew made some cute Thanksgiving art projects. Here he is in the Indian headband.


The Indian yell.


He made the Mayflower, a Pilgrim, and Indian, and a teepee.


He also got to make a Pilgrim boy hat, which wasn’t his favorite, but he let me take a photo for my memory book…I mean, blog. :)


It turns out that art projects make great toys. Buzz Lightyear came to visit the Mayflower! Who knew?!

I hope you and your family have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

With love,


Happy {Cranberry} Thanksgiving!

I first read this charming story to Lauren when she was just four years old. Terry and I had decided to homeschool her and I jumped right in with pre-school using Before Five in a Row, a literature based unit study. I had never read many of the books used in this program, so when we found Cranberry Thanksgiving at the Topeka and Shawnee County Public Library, I was instantly taken with the sweet story and cute drawings. We made the reading of this story a tradition every Thanksgiving since then, checking it out of a library near us each year. I only recently was able to get my very own copy.

I have no idea why it took us so long, but this year, we actually made the cranberry bread that is the focal point of the story! The recipe is on the back of the book. I can only wonder if maybe I was intimidated at the idea of chopping cranberries? Or maybe I meant to do it, but the busyness of the holiday season caused me to forget? I don’t know, but I do know this: it’s never too late to start a new tradition! Lauren is a long way from four years old, but she enjoyed this tangy sweet bread along with the rest of us.

Matthew and I read this book a few nights ago, and I eyed the recipe anew. “I can do this.” I said. Matthew agreed and then proceeded to remind me every day. I added the ingredients to my list and took the plunge. Laci helped us, too.


Here’s the recipe. Of course, you can’t fully appreciate it unless you read the book, but you can always make the bread first. :)


2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1 cup sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 cup butter or margarine
1 egg, beaten
1 teaspoon grated orange peel
3/4 cup orange juice
1 1/2 cups light raisins
1 1/2 cups fresh or frozen cranberries, chopped


Sift flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, and baking soda into a large bowl. Cut in butter until mixture is crumbly. Add egg, orange peel, and orange juice all at once; stir just until mixture is evenly moist. Fold in raisins and cranberries.

Spoon into greased 9 x 5 x 3 inch loaf pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour and 10 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove from pan, cool on wire rack.

If you choose, you may substitute cranberries for the raisins to have an all cranberry bread.

My notes:

I didn’t have a flour sifter, so I used a whisk to aerate the dry ingredients. I “sifted” the flour, measured it, then I measured out the other dry ingredients, sifted them, and stirred them all together with a whisk. I also didn’t use the orange peel. The main reason was that our store didn’t have oranges. I was going to use the peel from a tangerine, but I didn’t really have the right tool for grating it, so I omitted that altogether. I used fresh cranberries and regular raisins. It came out just fine, despite my modifications.

I hope you’ll be able to meet Maggie, Grandmother, Mr. Horace, and Mr. Whiskers – and enjoy some cranberry bread! – this Thanksgiving.

With love,


Theological Term of the Week: Independency


This week’s term: Independency (Non-Communicable) – The state or quality of being independent; freedom from the influence, control, determination, or accountability for, or upon action to, any other being.

Think about that! God is not accountable to you or to me.

Last week’s term: Non-Communicable Attributes – Those attributes which are exclusively of divine nature and, by virtue of their nature, and the nature of all creatures, as finite beings, are not communicable.


Theological Term of the Week: Non-Communicable Attributes


This week’s term: Non-Communicable Attributes – Those attributes which are exclusively of divine nature and, by virtue of their nature, and the nature of all creatures as finite beings, are not communicable.

Last week’s term: Communicable Attributes – Those attributes of God which may be communicated, or in some measure transmitted to His creatures through divine grace, either in general, or by sovereign dispensation. It should be understood that these are almost always, if not always, communicated only in measure, and never in the fullness with which God possesses them.

In the next fifteen weeks, we will be covering both the communicable and non-communicable attributes of God. Join me! Read past terms HERE.


Taco Soup

Hey, friends! I just wanted to drop by and share this recipe with you. It’s a great one for chilly autumn evenings. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do!

taco soup


1 lb. ground beef
1 onion, chopped
1 small can green chilies (Ro-tel)
2 cans diced tomatoes
1 can kidney beans
1 can pinto beans
1 can hominy
1 1/2 cups water
1 package taco seasoning
1 package dry Ranch salad dressing

Garnish: shredded cheese, sour cream, nacho cheese Doritos


Brown beef and onion in a large skillet, drain. Add taco seasoning, Ranch dressing mix, water, and two or three of the canned ingredients (pick any of them) and bring to boil. Once it boils, pour into a crockpot and add remaining ingredients. Stir well and cook on high for two hours, or until heated. Top with cheese and sour cream and serve with nacho cheese Doritos.

P.S. The leftovers taste great, too!

Happy fall!


Better Counsel

I get a little nervous driving around town. This place is much larger than where we lived in Arkansas. Lots of traffic, people darting here and there, it’s enough to stress me out…but then, it doesn’t really take much to stress me out. The other day, I was leaving our church, trying to look both ways up and down a busy avenue, to see where I could “jump in”, when suddenly, I remembered learning to drive. I remembered how my dad would be in the passenger seat, gently  (and sometimes not-so-gently) guiding me around Benton, Arkansas. He helped me see which streets were one way streets and when I could merge onto I-30. He even showed me shortcuts that I use to this day. I recall him saying things like, “Watch that truck.” “Slow down a bit.” “Veer to your right.” And, my favorite, “It’s clear. Go.”

As I was sitting in the driver’s seat, staring at an empty passenger seat, I found myself suddenly wishing that he was there, telling me it was safe to go. Not just safe to pull out onto Gore Boulevard, but to give me advice about everything. I wish I could talk to him. I wish I could ask, “How do I handle these critics, Dad?”  and “What should I tell Lauren and Mitchell as they navigate their teen years?” and “How am I doing as a parent, Dad? Am I being consistent? Careful? Wise?” And then there’s the $64,000 question,Are you disappointed in me?”

As I drove along that day, missing Dad, a comforting thought came to me: I do have a Father sitting beside me, not in the passenger seat, but with me always, through the Holy Spirit. I can – and do – cry out to my Father, asking the very questions I wish I could ask Dad. He answers me through the blessed Word of God, through the preaching of the Gospel, through prayer, and through other believers. Yes, just when I need it, He impresses a fellow Christian to offer a helping hand, a kind word, an invitation for fellowship, or maybe just a smile.

I’ll never again hear Dad’s voice say, “It’s all clear. Go.” But I do hear my Heavenly Father’s voice through His Word; I feel His unseen hand each and every day directing my path. And His counsel is even better than Dad’s.

Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory. ~ Psalm 73:24

With love,