<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829</id><updated>2011-11-28T16:24:49.395-06:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='reading'/><category term='frugality'/><category term='running'/><category term='crafty'/><category term='family'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='21 Day Challenge'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='discipleship'/><category term='grocery shopping'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='thrifty'/><category term='decorating'/><title type='text'>The Place Beneath</title><subtitle type='html'>"The quality of mercy is not strained,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath.  It is twice blessed:  It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes."     ~William Shakespeare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-775806171366347782</id><published>2011-11-28T14:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:24:49.408-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Gasping for Joy</title><content type='html'>Fear grips me.  Unexpected events cause me to forget who He is and what He's promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am God and there is no other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear not, for I have redeemed you.  I have summoned you by name.  You are mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will never leave you or forsake you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peace is so easily shattered when the idols I've established in the shrine of my life--security, comfort, control--topple from their pedestals.  Faced with uncertainty, I believe the lie that God's good gifts only come in tidy, pleasant, easy to handle packages.  Is He not good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He alone can satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;In your presence there is fullness of joy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God of the universe has pursued a rebellious and stiff-necked people.  I have never done anything to deserve his love, and can do nothing to stop it from continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be happy in him, O my heart, and in nothing but God,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for whatever a man trusts in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from that he expects happiness.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast nothing of thine own but sin,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to move God to be gracious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or continue his grace towards thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If thou forget this thou wilt lose thy joy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look not below God for happiness;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall not asleep in Delilah's lap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let God be all in all to thee,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joy in the fountain that is always full&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        ~taken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Valley of Vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-775806171366347782?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/775806171366347782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=775806171366347782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/775806171366347782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/775806171366347782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/11/gasping-for-joy.html' title='Gasping for Joy'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2974633293230614603</id><published>2011-09-04T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:51:24.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 21:  Work it</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-daaaay.html"&gt;21 Day Challenge&lt;/a&gt; has come to an end!  I've learned quite a bit from the lovely ladies who've exposed themselves to the lens every day.  It's been challenging, for sure, especially since I hate having my picture taken and have avoided it at all costs for the last 25 years.   I've learned to wear a belt, do something different with my hair, and try mixing pieces.  I've pulled jewelry out that has sat in my drawer for years.  But mostly I've learned to be confident with what God's given me instead of yearning for what I'm not.  It's been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't say I'll be sorry to not have to photograph myself each and every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6113484585/" title="Day 21: Work it by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6089/6113484585_30b5e5a76a.jpg" alt="Day 21: Work it" height="500" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faded Glory tank (thrifted, $1.50), Kirra color block tank (thrifted, $1.50), Express sweater (thrifted, $4), Gloria Vanderbilt jeans (thrifted, $5), beaded earrings (thrifted, $1),  hairclip borrowed from my tween, flower pin swiped from another thrifted blouse, Etienne Aigner sandals (TJ Maxx,)&lt;br /&gt;Whole outfit without shoes=$13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6114027362/" title="IMG_0893 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6184/6114027362_4fabee3ca8.jpg" alt="&amp;lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing of all was having my daughter tell me, "Mom, you're so beautiful."  To raise a girl who knows that about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;herself &lt;/span&gt;long before she gets to be 40, who has the confidence that no matter what clothes or size or brand she wears she is precious in the eyes of God, is truly a worthy challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2974633293230614603?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2974633293230614603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2974633293230614603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2974633293230614603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2974633293230614603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-21-work-it.html' title='Day 21:  Work it'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6089/6113484585_30b5e5a76a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2827574620035294501</id><published>2011-09-03T12:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T12:22:25.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 20: Sunday Shoes</title><content type='html'>Confession:  I don't really have Sunday shoes.  Jeans and a tee or a party dress are acceptable at our church, so all my shoes qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an everyday casual summer outfit.  I just added some dressier shoes and a fun bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6109681234/" title="Day 20:  Sunday Shoes by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6084/6109681234_10cb4be6ce.jpg" alt="Day 20:  Sunday Shoes" width="281" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gap tee &amp;amp; St. John's Bay skirt (thrifted), Walmart bracelet (borrowed from Sissy), Payless sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6109679578/" title="IMG_0887 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6109679578_cd63af8e58_m.jpg" alt="IMG_0887" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2827574620035294501?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2827574620035294501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2827574620035294501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2827574620035294501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2827574620035294501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20-sunday-shoes.html' title='Day 20: Sunday Shoes'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6084/6109681234_10cb4be6ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2242621787588200014</id><published>2011-09-02T19:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:48:12.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 19:  Adorn your Head</title><content type='html'>So continuing on with this "new hair" thing, I tried another headband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6107167977/" title="Day 19:  Adorn your head by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6107167977_126621bdf6_z.jpg" alt="Day 19:  Adorn your head" width="480" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I  need jewelry, but it's a zillion degrees here today, and I just  couldn't take it!  I was just about melting while taking these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6107188177/" title="IMG_0853 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6107188177_7244f98f9b_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0853" width="360" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Odille blouse (thrifted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maidenform cami  (thrifted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cherokee shorts  (thrifted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mossimo flats (target)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Headband--piece of lace I removed from a piece of thrifted fabric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Earrings from Etsy-- &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/kgarnerdesigns" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.etsy.com/shop/kgarnerdesigns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a family note, we took the kids on a field trip today.  They had a ball climbing on tanks, touring museums, and playing in the water.  Here are a few of my favorite shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6107215597/" title="IMG_0869 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6107215597_1496be1f4c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0869" width="480" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bubba directing the water in the fountain as if it's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6107760236/" title="IMG_0862 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6063/6107760236_5ea31265ea_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0862" width="480" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L.B. dancing to his brother's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6108119126/" title="IMG_0234 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6210/6108119126_da705272d1.jpg" width="500" height="357" alt="IMG_0234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Christmas card photo reject.  Thanks, Bozo boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6107760918/" title="IMG_0880 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6074/6107760918_439bfd2ff1_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0880" width="480" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy and her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ain't life grand?  Today, it definitely was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2242621787588200014?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2242621787588200014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2242621787588200014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2242621787588200014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2242621787588200014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19-adorn-your-head.html' title='Day 19:  Adorn your Head'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6107167977_126621bdf6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-5980223311374157398</id><published>2011-09-01T11:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:59:39.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 18:  Statement Jewelry</title><content type='html'>I don't have much in the way of jewelry, let alone statement jewelry.  Most of what I own was purchased in my teen years, when dainty jewelry with argyle sweaters were popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad made these earrings for my mom in the 70's.  I've claimed them as my own. I'd probably wear them more if they didn't resemble an ad for Oprah's magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6103112057/" title="IMG_0844 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6103112057_c9beaba9c2.jpg" alt="IMG_0844" width="500" height="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculously hot today, and I'm preparing for company on top of teaching school, so the outfit is basic and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6103113165/" title="IMG_0850 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6103113165_3d0b1e6ba3_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0850" width="336" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big Lots tee, handmade skirt (thrifted and altered), Mossimo flats (Target)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-5980223311374157398?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5980223311374157398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=5980223311374157398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5980223311374157398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5980223311374157398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18-statement-jewelry.html' title='Day 18:  Statement Jewelry'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6103112057_c9beaba9c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8305981117934100371</id><published>2011-08-31T15:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:28:46.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 17:  Mend It</title><content type='html'>Thrift shopping is an adventure.  Every trip has a story.  Some are thrilling, like the pink cashmere sweater snagged for $2.99.  Some are bizarre, like the slightly overweight man in line ahead of you with an armful of women's lingerie...in his size.   And others are rather embarrassing.  Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On "dollar shirt day," I was flipping through the t-shirts at my favorite local thrift and got all excited when I saw ol' Bill's face on a next-to-new tee with a pleasant cut in my size.  "Yippee!" says the English teacher.  "What fun for a buck!"  It said something on the front about prose that I thought I'd look up later.  Must be some literature thing I wasn't familiar with.  So I grabbed it and added it to my loot.  When I checked out, the clerk gave me a quizzical look and said, "How about 50-cents?"  I looked back at her just as quizzically and answered, "Ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, &lt;a href="http://www.bustedtees.com/prose"&gt;I looked up the phrase &lt;/a&gt;and understood.  Oops!   Not appropriate!  Of course my husband, a friend who's a public school teacher, and another who's a computer geek knew right away what it said and meant.  I was not to be deterred.  I was  not going to send it back to the thrift, or worse, put the greatest playwright of all time in the trash!  So I fixed it!  And I think Shakespeare himself would thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6101351484/" title="Day 17:  Fix it by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6101351484_27ef2f5785_z.jpg" alt="Day 17:  Fix it" width="494" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakespeare tee (now rated G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J. Jill skirt (shortened and embroidery removed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keds slip-ons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Headband (handmade by someone or other)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ALL THRIFTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Earrings (gift)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm still working on that "new hair" thing.  Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8305981117934100371?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8305981117934100371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8305981117934100371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8305981117934100371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8305981117934100371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-17-mend-it.html' title='Day 17:  Mend It'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6101351484_27ef2f5785_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-6233911660455210209</id><published>2011-08-30T11:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:14:35.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 16: Menswear</title><content type='html'>This was a fun challenge that reminded me of my working days.  My office attire, even skirts and dresses, had a bit of a manly feel to it.  Working in a publishing house where the managerial level was dominated by men, it was a struggle just to stay informed when you felt like a lot of business decisions were made in the men's room!  You'd better not look or act like a girly-girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6096730265/" title="IMG_0831 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6197/6096730265_005524aed2_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0831" width="326" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high-waisted trousers define the waist, something my lower-rise jeans fail to do.  No muffin top here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6097274206/" title="IMG_0830 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6210/6097274206_512c820193_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0830" width="335" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These shoes have a fun story.  I am part of the Freecycle loop in my area, and one Sunday someone was offering a bag of shoes in my size.  The pick-up location was in an affluent area, so I figured, "What the heck.  I can always donate them to the thrift store if there is nothing I want."    Turns out it was a bag of expensive and barely worn shoes!  A week or two later the same women posted more shoes.  I got another 5 pair!  Nothing like free Anne Klein, 9 West, Coach, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6097237986/" title="Day 16:  Menswear by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6097237986_95d85cfdb6_z.jpg" alt="Day 16:  Menswear" width="369" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Merona shirt (thrifted), Talbots trousers (outlet), Anne Klein shoes (Freecycle), earrings (silver shop in Annapolis), ?? belt and bracelet (thrifted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course I didn't wear this all day.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a home school mom.  I changed out the trousers for jeans and added a blue cardi.  Gosh, I wear a lot of red and blue!  Go &lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/2011/08/menswear.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see what others have cooked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/search/label/21%20Day%20Challenge" title="Freckles in April"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QRCzNXcoATI/Tels-UKT3ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/ohm3ObrOo1w/21DayChallengeButton.jpg" alt="21 Day Challenge" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-6233911660455210209?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6233911660455210209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=6233911660455210209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6233911660455210209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6233911660455210209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-16-menswear.html' title='Day 16: Menswear'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6197/6096730265_005524aed2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3799598185208644371</id><published>2011-08-29T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:36:44.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 15:  New Hair</title><content type='html'>I hate this look, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6092944403/" title="Day 15:  New Hair by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6092944403_12980d7777_z.jpg" alt="Day 15:  New Hair" width="456" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brown tee--Urban Behavior&lt;br /&gt;blue tank--LOFT (75-cents!)&lt;br /&gt;pants--Gap&lt;br /&gt;sandals--Rockport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thrifted except my Loch Ness Monster necklace from The Scottish Lion Imports.  Clip borrowed from my tween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's not a lot of "new hair" choices for short-haired girls.  Yes, I could have greased it all back or spiked it all up, but those were even scarier prospects.  I see short-haired girls with clips and fancy hair pretties in their coifs all the time, but there is a reason I don't wear them:  I look like a dork.  And I post my dorky pictures on the internet.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6093482314/" title="IMG_0825 by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6182/6093482314_a07f2bb756_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0825" width="640" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, today is the first day of school here at our house.  I've seen all of my children mature greatly over the summer and am looking forward to a fabulous year.  It will be full.  In addition to our usual craziness; I'm teaching junior high and senior high composition this at our home school consortium.  May God use it all for His glory and our sanctification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3799598185208644371?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3799598185208644371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3799598185208644371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3799598185208644371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3799598185208644371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-15-new-hair.html' title='Day 15:  New Hair'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6092944403_12980d7777_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8156224039441737236</id><published>2011-08-27T22:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:52:37.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 14:  Copycat</title><content type='html'>Sally McGraw at &lt;a href="http://www.alreadypretty.com/"&gt;Already Pretty&lt;/a&gt;   is the woman who turned me on to pursuing fashion just the way I am,  without having to fix myself first.  I didn't need a flatter stomach,  whiter teeth, or better clothes to start enjoying the way I dress.  What  I had was, well, already pretty.  And she is my inspiration for today's  copycat look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WjjChZE8JIY/Tlm4PoD_CxI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/B3w5S42gsvI/s1600/5_15_11_outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WjjChZE8JIY/Tlm4PoD_CxI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/B3w5S42gsvI/s400/5_15_11_outfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645746186477308690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;original photo &lt;a href="http://www.alreadypretty.com/2011/05/casual-outfit-roundup-week-of-may-15.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6090261388/" title="Day 14:  Copycat by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6090261388_cfcb6fae2e.jpg" alt="Day 14:  Copycat" width="254" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carol Little blouse (thrifted), LOFT dress--remix item--(thrifted), red Ropers (gift from the Texan the Christmas I married him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/search/label/21%20Day%20Challenge" title="Freckles in April"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QRCzNXcoATI/Tels-UKT3ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/ohm3ObrOo1w/21DayChallengeButton.jpg" alt="21 Day Challenge" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8156224039441737236?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8156224039441737236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8156224039441737236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8156224039441737236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8156224039441737236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/sally-mcgraw-at-already-pretty-is-woman.html' title='Day 14:  Copycat'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WjjChZE8JIY/Tlm4PoD_CxI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/B3w5S42gsvI/s72-c/5_15_11_outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7751489417582687583</id><published>2011-08-27T12:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:09:48.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 13:  Neutral with a Pop</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure that blue is "neutral," but it's the main color in my closet.  Today's a busy Saturday--the last one before school starts--so no dressing up for me!  And I'll probably be switching out the heeled sandals for flip flops before hitting Sam's Club.  Just keeping it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6085682081/" title="Day 13: Neutral with a pop by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6085682081_22f24d7568_z.jpg" alt="Day 13: Neutral with a pop" width="344" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J. Crew shirt (thrifted), Gap jeans (thrifted), H&amp;amp;M belt (thrifted), Mossimo sandals (Target)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, look at those bags under my eyes!  That's what's left over from my 11-year-old's sleepover birthday party last night.   Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/search/label/21%20Day%20Challenge" title="Freckles in April"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QRCzNXcoATI/Tels-UKT3ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/ohm3ObrOo1w/21DayChallengeButton.jpg" alt="21 Day Challenge" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7751489417582687583?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7751489417582687583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7751489417582687583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7751489417582687583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7751489417582687583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-13-neutral-with-pop.html' title='Day 13:  Neutral with a Pop'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6085682081_22f24d7568_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2291519570184765633</id><published>2011-08-26T12:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:40:33.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12:  Jazz Up Your Jeans</title><content type='html'>Whew!  I've made it halfway through the&lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/2011/08/introducing-21-day-challenge.html"&gt; 21 Day Challenge&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/search/label/21%20Day%20Challenge" title="Freckles in April"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QRCzNXcoATI/Tels-UKT3ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/ohm3ObrOo1w/21DayChallengeButton.jpg" alt="21 Day Challenge" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're jazzing the jeans.  Easy peasy.  This is how you'll normally find me, cruising the grocery store or hanging out at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Day 12: Jazz Up Your Jeans by Poncharita, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6082769331/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Day 12: Jazz Up Your Jeans" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6062/6082769331_777a5de2c7_z.jpg" width="360" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="Day 12: Jazz Up Your Jeans by Poncharita, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6082769331/"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;?? blouse (thrifted),  tank (Sears), J. Jill jeans (thrifted), Etienne Aigner sandals (TJ Maxx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gotta run!  No time to wax eloquent.  It's teacher meeting day at our consortium--school starts Monday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2291519570184765633?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2291519570184765633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2291519570184765633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2291519570184765633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2291519570184765633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-12-jazz-up-your-jeans.html' title='Day 12:  Jazz Up Your Jeans'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QRCzNXcoATI/Tels-UKT3ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/ohm3ObrOo1w/s72-c/21DayChallengeButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8972997116047348088</id><published>2011-08-25T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:57:26.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11:  Dress or Skirt</title><content type='html'>Today's challenge was not a problem for me.  I love skirts and dresses in the summer.  They're cool and breezy.  I wore my remixed choice from &lt;a href="http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-1-remix.html"&gt;day 1&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6079705709/" title="Day 11: Dress/skirt by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6079705709_4358e5229c_z.jpg" alt="Day 11: Dress/skirt" width="482" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dress:  LOFT (thrifted), tee:  no-name (Big Lots), signal flag necklace from my childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm getting really tired of blogging about my clothes.  And while it's forced me to be more thoughtful about what I put on, my default choice really is no nonsense sloppy!  Today's outfit allows me to do both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8972997116047348088?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8972997116047348088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8972997116047348088' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8972997116047348088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8972997116047348088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-11-dress-or-skirt.html' title='Day 11:  Dress or Skirt'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6079705709_4358e5229c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3075851392326859807</id><published>2011-08-24T12:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:23:26.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 10: Closet Orphan</title><content type='html'>I purposely don't have many "closet orphans."  If I don't wear it, it gets donated.  You know, out with the old, in with the new!  And most of the things that I never wear, I've already worn this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is this skirt.  I love this skirt.  It fits well, the print is great, today I wore it for a total of three hours in the car and one hour in a meeting before I took this picture, and it wrinkled minimally.  Yet I never wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/poncharita/6077341676/" title="Day 10:  Closet orphan by Poncharita, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6077341676_c4b22f1851_z.jpg" alt="Day 10:  Closet orphan" width="336" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Studio M skirt (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt;), ?? tee (Big Lots), Route 66 blouse (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KMart&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mossimo&lt;/span&gt; sandals (Target)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because I haven't found a top for it that suits me, it gets pushed to the  back of my closet.  I don't like the white; it's boring.  I have a pink  Eddie Bauer tee that perfectly matches, but  style-wise it's a dud.  I have to find it a mate!  Probably not beige.   Blue maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3075851392326859807?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3075851392326859807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3075851392326859807' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3075851392326859807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3075851392326859807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-10-closet-orphan.html' title='Day 10: Closet Orphan'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6077341676_c4b22f1851_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7927441940623689503</id><published>2011-08-23T09:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:21:53.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Monochrome</title><content type='html'>I was going to wear my turquoise velor sweatsuit, but my husband vehemently vetoed it.  He says I look like and 80-year-old lady of Walmart!  And since this whole thing was inspired by my true love, I decided to match the gray rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the goofy facial expression; I have exactly no time to do this today!  Must go grocery shopping, school supply shopping, get my hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKD-KkRzedA/TlO2CYjlpsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VDfdVhwjvtw/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKD-KkRzedA/TlO2CYjlpsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VDfdVhwjvtw/s400/IMG_0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644054910093076162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Merona sweatshirt (hand-me-down), Hanes t-shirt skirt (thrifted), favorite earrings (gifted), bracelet made by Dad&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; shoes will be black Crocs Mary Janes for rainy weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7927441940623689503?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7927441940623689503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7927441940623689503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7927441940623689503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7927441940623689503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-9-monochrome.html' title='Day 9: Monochrome'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKD-KkRzedA/TlO2CYjlpsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VDfdVhwjvtw/s72-c/IMG_0762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-5866435013867217984</id><published>2011-08-22T11:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:53:50.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8:  Dressy + Casual</title><content type='html'>Mixing dressy and casual seems like something only the rich and famous do, but I was pretty happy with the way this "cheap nobody" one turned out.  The blouse is part of a 2-piece dress I bought for  &lt;a href="http://www.eprowe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pru and Eric's &lt;/a&gt;wedding years ago. I never wear it.   I'm a home school mom; when do I get to dress up?  This challenge forced it out of the closet orphan category.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I payed more than my usual thrift limit for the jeans, then had to have them professionally altered (they were out of my league), and I'm still not satisfied with their fit.  They hug my thighs too much and are too loose at the waist.  But again, here's a way I'm pleased to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NS6KASVNp1k/TlKF-y4wfQI/AAAAAAAAA60/MZnj23agMYg/s1600/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NS6KASVNp1k/TlKF-y4wfQI/AAAAAAAAA60/MZnj23agMYg/s400/IMG_0756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643720596906867970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chadwicks blouse, Loft Jeans (thrifted, altered), Payless sandals, Avon necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94qLUHoBoOM/TlKFY2LiP2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/XEpBTgCHVGY/s1600/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSaF-YgykRo/TlKFYbvoqnI/AAAAAAAAA6c/E3tx_q8ik0w/s1600/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSaF-YgykRo/TlKFYbvoqnI/AAAAAAAAA6c/E3tx_q8ik0w/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643719937859562098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-5866435013867217984?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5866435013867217984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=5866435013867217984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5866435013867217984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5866435013867217984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-8-dressy-casual.html' title='Day 8:  Dressy + Casual'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NS6KASVNp1k/TlKF-y4wfQI/AAAAAAAAA60/MZnj23agMYg/s72-c/IMG_0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2971561637442319918</id><published>2011-08-21T13:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T14:26:06.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7:  Layer Accessories</title><content type='html'>I bought this dress for less than $10 a few years a go to wear to my 20th high school reunion.  It hasn't come out of my closet since.  I don't know why!  It's made from material that I could wad in a ball, shove in a suitcase, and pull it out looking lovely as ever.  At it's just about as comfortable as yesterday's pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXBxU6wY0Bw/TlFRM8KxQUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/LSLYZ59kJEM/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXBxU6wY0Bw/TlFRM8KxQUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/LSLYZ59kJEM/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643381090823520578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apostrophe Dress (Sears), Tahari wedges (TJ Maxx), scarf and pearl necklaces are high school remnants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For today's challenge I took a scarf and string of faux pearls, wound them together, and paired them with another faux pearl necklace to close up the neckline of my dress for church.  Hopefully the black, blue, and purple didn't look too much like a bruise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsqDvwkhdAg/TlFPw6d3qbI/AAAAAAAAA6M/wBkwMmyO51M/s1600/IMG_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsqDvwkhdAg/TlFPw6d3qbI/AAAAAAAAA6M/wBkwMmyO51M/s400/IMG_0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643379509818796466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2971561637442319918?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2971561637442319918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2971561637442319918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2971561637442319918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2971561637442319918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-7-layer-accessories.html' title='Day 7:  Layer Accessories'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXBxU6wY0Bw/TlFRM8KxQUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/LSLYZ59kJEM/s72-c/IMG_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2744654577893324251</id><published>2011-08-20T20:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:58:21.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6:  Unconventional</title><content type='html'>We spent the day in the city, museum-ing it with my mom-in-law.  I needed something comfortable enough to wear in the heat that would travel well and wouldn't wrinkle.  Oh, and the challenge today was that it also be "unconventional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nLA32jZiFs/TlBivGM55iI/AAAAAAAAA5k/IO4hTw_nwCE/s1600/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nLA32jZiFs/TlBivGM55iI/AAAAAAAAA5k/IO4hTw_nwCE/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643118894353344034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jl9krpjWGbw/TlBiveaUbfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/5zAB8DKL_rA/s1600/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jl9krpjWGbw/TlBiveaUbfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/5zAB8DKL_rA/s400/IMG_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643118900852059634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I choose my pj's.  Yes, my pajamas, my nightgown, my granny housedress.  (Ain't it cute!  It has owls all over it.)   And belted, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEVleJsPKzw/TlBiv6BT8uI/AAAAAAAAA50/iVa7nDVZpsQ/s1600/IMG_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEVleJsPKzw/TlBiv6BT8uI/AAAAAAAAA50/iVa7nDVZpsQ/s400/IMG_0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643118908263363298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t-shirt (Big Lots), Nick &amp;amp; Nora nightgown/jumper (Target $4.48 clearance), ?? belt (thrifted), Rockport sandals (thrifted), earrings (Mom's from the '70s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJgV-8aSqh0/TlBiwSJWB-I/AAAAAAAAA58/SwsrlhZzwvw/s1600/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJgV-8aSqh0/TlBiwSJWB-I/AAAAAAAAA58/SwsrlhZzwvw/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643118914739505122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people lounge around the house all day in their pj's, I wear them to town.  &lt;a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;People of Walmart&lt;/a&gt;, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2744654577893324251?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2744654577893324251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2744654577893324251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2744654577893324251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2744654577893324251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-6-unconventional.html' title='Day 6:  Unconventional'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nLA32jZiFs/TlBivGM55iI/AAAAAAAAA5k/IO4hTw_nwCE/s72-c/IMG_0741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7299607624469507193</id><published>2011-08-19T13:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:02:27.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5:  Belt it</title><content type='html'>If I am learning anything from this little experiment it is that I can be an adventurous dresser.  I have never once tucked anything into these pants.  Never.  Now I know most people don't consider tucking in your shirt and belting your pants an adventure, but for me, it's almost over the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xPLIoiZGdpg/Tk6wuMDRoqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Rm2LqvpgzfY/s1600/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xPLIoiZGdpg/Tk6wuMDRoqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Rm2LqvpgzfY/s400/IMG_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642641690697245346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Horny Toad T-shirt (thrifted), a.n.a.  shorts (thrifted and then altered), Abercrombie belt (thrifted), Mossimo sandals (Target), thrifted necklace, bracelet made by Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ5TkO6ax6s/Tk6w6rNJVkI/AAAAAAAAA5c/hZ4t1hEafIU/s1600/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ5TkO6ax6s/Tk6w6rNJVkI/AAAAAAAAA5c/hZ4t1hEafIU/s400/IMG_0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642641905218573890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms don't have to be sloppy; who knew?  I feel like a brand new woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7299607624469507193?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7299607624469507193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7299607624469507193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7299607624469507193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7299607624469507193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-5-belt-it.html' title='Day 5:  Belt it'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xPLIoiZGdpg/Tk6wuMDRoqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Rm2LqvpgzfY/s72-c/IMG_0717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3082086315820323125</id><published>2011-08-18T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:52:10.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4:  Color Blocking</title><content type='html'>I thought color blocking would be my easy day.  I'm a naturally plain dresser--solid color t-shirt, solid color pants or skirt--but having to put it together thoughtfully was a different story.&lt;br /&gt;It's warm in our neck of the woods and today's full of housework and errands, so this is my functional yet slightly whimsical attempt at color blocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSUe4ED15xE/Tkv_uAjvtbI/AAAAAAAAA40/qKT6I6pXOsg/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSUe4ED15xE/Tkv_uAjvtbI/AAAAAAAAA40/qKT6I6pXOsg/s400/IMG_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641884124100670898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 pack t-shirts, layered (Big Lots clearance), Jones New York shorts (thrifted), Rockport sandals (Amazon), flower brooch (swiped from another thrifted blouse), prayer box necklace (gifted), earrings made by dear ol' Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKHLdqu80ME/TkxOsvNYDgI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cyEe0V8dJJE/s1600/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKHLdqu80ME/TkxOsvNYDgI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cyEe0V8dJJE/s400/IMG_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641970963682168322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3082086315820323125?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3082086315820323125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3082086315820323125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3082086315820323125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3082086315820323125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-4-color-blocking.html' title='Day 4:  Color Blocking'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSUe4ED15xE/Tkv_uAjvtbI/AAAAAAAAA40/qKT6I6pXOsg/s72-c/IMG_0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-782370859638140084</id><published>2011-08-16T12:47:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:31:01.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3: Mix Patterns</title><content type='html'>Pattern mixing is a style that my junior high daughter loves.  Stripes and polka dots, plaids and florals, rainbow high tops and sequins, she does it all.  I, on the other hand, haven't pattern mixed since I was in the third grade.  (Picture turtle  necks with cute little whales on them and argyle sweaters.)  In fact, when I looked in my closet, I realized I had little to mix because most of my clothes are solid colors.  This is as mixed up as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juPoOk-1KUA/Tkqt_3Wb1NI/AAAAAAAAA4c/r0Ma8Jka5wk/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juPoOk-1KUA/Tkqt_3Wb1NI/AAAAAAAAA4c/r0Ma8Jka5wk/s400/IMG_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641512795936380114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gingham shirt--Gap (thrifted), Brown flower tank (designed and sewn by me), Talbots jeans (thrifted), Abercrombie belt (thrifted), Madden Girl flats (thrifted), ?? necklace (thrifted), earrings from a local botique (gifted), bracelet made by dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyy96JvqML4/TkqtiAPT18I/AAAAAAAAA4U/MWfGvlM2ZQM/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyy96JvqML4/TkqtiAPT18I/AAAAAAAAA4U/MWfGvlM2ZQM/s400/IMG_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641512282926340034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After trying it and seeing some of the fantastic ensembles others have put together, I think I'll be on the hunt for some great pieces to pattern mash next time I go thrift shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VVxikVZKcM/TkqtUWbL7RI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Vq4m7LfuKc4/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-782370859638140084?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/782370859638140084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=782370859638140084' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/782370859638140084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/782370859638140084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-3-mix-patterns.html' title='Day 3: Mix Patterns'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juPoOk-1KUA/Tkqt_3Wb1NI/AAAAAAAAA4c/r0Ma8Jka5wk/s72-c/IMG_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8557534515280254620</id><published>2011-08-15T14:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:52:02.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2:  Tuck it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpBRbpSsKTc/Tkl9rjuOvYI/AAAAAAAAA38/PtjNvaOH-NA/s1600/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 275px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641178195535248770" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpBRbpSsKTc/Tkl9rjuOvYI/AAAAAAAAA38/PtjNvaOH-NA/s400/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Route 66 eyelet shirt (Kmart), Gap pants (thrifted), Petite Sophisticate scarf (ancient!), &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Mossimo-Supply-Co-Chopout-Flats/dp/B0042AGEIG/ref=br_1_30?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=3429561&amp;amp;sessionID=175-4374084-4476755&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;searchPage=4&amp;amp;sr=1-30&amp;amp;qid=1313438566&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=style_name%2Ctarget_com_shoe_size-bin%2Clifestyle-bin%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;searchRank=salesrank&amp;amp;frombrowse=1"&gt;Mossimo flats (Target&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/53108918/classic-coin-pearl-earrings-freshwater"&gt;pearl earrings (etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;), silver bracelet made by my dad in the 70's, beaded bracelet made by me&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641176596385336258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJ1uCiQfeww/Tkl8OebLi8I/AAAAAAAAA30/sq2Hh82WW70/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole idea of tucking took me out of my comfort zone.  I'm not a tucker-in-er because I'm not a sucker-in-er.  After birthing three kids, one of whom was over 9 lbs,  my stomach muscles have pretty much given out.  It doesn't matter how many crunches I do, by mid-afternoon, I'm poochy, and I hate sucking it in!  But what this particular challenge did was show me via actual photographs that it's not that big of a deal.    I can tuck in if I want to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 242px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641178206160776242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1C0Y37L-G3M/Tkl9sLTjbDI/AAAAAAAAA4E/bvHAM5nE3kM/s400/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that makes me a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdD6dBjF7fk/Tkl5c6RQ5gI/AAAAAAAAA3k/u0ro803CWB8/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8557534515280254620?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8557534515280254620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8557534515280254620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8557534515280254620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8557534515280254620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-2-tuck-it.html' title='Day 2:  Tuck it'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpBRbpSsKTc/Tkl9rjuOvYI/AAAAAAAAA38/PtjNvaOH-NA/s72-c/IMG_0684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2544250033415617048</id><published>2011-08-15T11:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:29:28.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 1:  Remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwJVTTbAJXo/TklFUVopPOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/usN2VDPpndY/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 228px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641116223965576418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwJVTTbAJXo/TklFUVopPOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/usN2VDPpndY/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loft sundress, J. Jill cardi, Croft &amp;amp; Barrow sandals, unknown cami,belt &amp;amp; necklace&lt;br /&gt;ALL THRIFTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remixing pieces is pretty easy for me because I don't own a huge amount of clothing.  I've decided to remix the sundress in order to force myself to find other ways to wear it, hopefully extending its appearance into the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To see what others are remixing, pop on over to &lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/2011/08/remix.html"&gt;Freckles in April&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2544250033415617048?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2544250033415617048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2544250033415617048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2544250033415617048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2544250033415617048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-1-remix.html' title='Day 1:  Remix'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwJVTTbAJXo/TklFUVopPOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/usN2VDPpndY/s72-c/IMG_0659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-5306700046477777372</id><published>2011-08-12T14:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:28:21.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Now for something completely different...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a year of milestones to make a girl start feeling a bit geriatric.    I hit the big 4-0.  My eldest child became a teenager.   I have more than one or two gray hairs.  But what really started to make me feel ancient was my wardrobe.  Somewhere along the mommy road I had stopped clothing myself and started just wearing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I took on the long skirt/long hair of the patriocentric Christian camp.   It was a bit like playing dress-up without the foofy princess dresses.  Then I adopted the black or brown shirt/sweater/polartec with jeans look.  Comfortable and easy, yes.  Attractive, not so much.  One day this spring, my husband mentioned he was glad I had ditched the frumpy home school mom uniform but wished I'd wear something as colorful and vivacious as I am.  I took that as a challenge--to dress as me and make my husband smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to have some accountability about actually taking off my workout clothes and putting on something creatively pleasing to my husband, I'm taking the &lt;a href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/2011/08/introducing-21-day-challenge.html"&gt;21 Day Challenge&lt;/a&gt; and putting it out there for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Freckles in April" href="http://frecklesinapril.blogspot.com/search/label/21%20Day%20Challenge"&gt;&lt;img style="border: currentColor;" alt="21 Day Challenge" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QRCzNXcoATI/Tels-UKT3ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/ohm3ObrOo1w/21DayChallengeButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one catch--we ain't got no cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's this girl supposed to live out the remainder of her pre-walker days with any sense of personal style while raising a family on a ministry income?  Thank the Lord for hand-me-downs, garage sales, and the thrift store!  At least 95% of what you'll see on me will have been purchased off the rack by someone else.  I'm not claiming it will be fashionable, just fun and spirited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes something completely different! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-5306700046477777372?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5306700046477777372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=5306700046477777372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5306700046477777372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5306700046477777372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-for-something-completely-different.html' title='Now for something completely different...'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QRCzNXcoATI/Tels-UKT3ZI/AAAAAAAABD8/ohm3ObrOo1w/s72-c/21DayChallengeButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2840603718964883268</id><published>2011-02-12T11:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:14:59.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Le the Little Children Come to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF-5wu6-l9c/TVa_UQG5aaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yY5scdfWNO8/s1600/P0007497%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572851943559752098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF-5wu6-l9c/TVa_UQG5aaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yY5scdfWNO8/s400/P0007497%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have children, work with children, or even know children, you must read &lt;a href="http://www.theologyforwomen.org/2011/02/grace-based-libertarianism.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;by Wendy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alsup&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2840603718964883268?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2840603718964883268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2840603718964883268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2840603718964883268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2840603718964883268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/02/le-little-children-come-to-me.html' title='Le the Little Children Come to Me'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF-5wu6-l9c/TVa_UQG5aaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yY5scdfWNO8/s72-c/P0007497%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-9036294327172500428</id><published>2011-02-02T10:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:07:34.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Snowy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmO0F-EUuI/AAAAAAAAA2g/urzBTYnq4ZM/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569139439827178210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmO0F-EUuI/AAAAAAAAA2g/urzBTYnq4ZM/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOz_LoZ6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/WqPQUhmIaCQ/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569139438005020578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOz_LoZ6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/WqPQUhmIaCQ/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOzaTOWUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-bcduWSclVo/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569139428104755522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOzaTOWUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-bcduWSclVo/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOzHF-OnI/AAAAAAAAA2I/thAxPZmWGw4/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569139422948899442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOzHF-OnI/AAAAAAAAA2I/thAxPZmWGw4/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOTT9oZCI/AAAAAAAAA2A/t1jftBMt4Ck/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569138876647760930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOTT9oZCI/AAAAAAAAA2A/t1jftBMt4Ck/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOS0MCL5I/AAAAAAAAA14/Iy4xjjfJyB8/s1600/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569138868118237074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOS0MCL5I/AAAAAAAAA14/Iy4xjjfJyB8/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOSV4szXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/4_n8jI61hGU/s1600/IMG_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569138859984080242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOSV4szXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/4_n8jI61hGU/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOR5d51iI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ggfIUIQ_4Lk/s1600/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569138852355495458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmOR5d51iI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ggfIUIQ_4Lk/s320/IMG_0588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-9036294327172500428?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/9036294327172500428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=9036294327172500428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/9036294327172500428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/9036294327172500428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowy-day.html' title='Snowy Day'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TUmO0F-EUuI/AAAAAAAAA2g/urzBTYnq4ZM/s72-c/IMG_0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-200989628479455665</id><published>2011-01-16T21:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:25:46.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Tears in His Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TTPEWVvcICI/AAAAAAAAA04/OT-Mo9o99Gk/s1600/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563005852804980770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TTPEWVvcICI/AAAAAAAAA04/OT-Mo9o99Gk/s200/IMG_0484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TTPDmYk4QmI/AAAAAAAAA0w/heoszDRpA3Q/s1600/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little girl has a sensitive heart. Tears come easily, which is amazing seeing that she was born of two fairly stoic parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I approached her room for bedtime prayers, I heard her sobbing. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's all this sin, " she answered, "hatred, disease, and people dying. I wish Jesus would just come back." Upon further probing I discovered she'd been singing the &lt;em&gt;Christmas Shoes&lt;/em&gt; song she'd heard on the radio over the holidays and its meaning had just hit her. We talked about the fact that one day each of us will die and that for us, and for the mother of the boy in the song, that means spending eternity with our Savior. More tears came for those we know who do not follow Christ. I affirmed her tears and her mourning over the things that grieve God, emphasizing that we need to be just as upset over the sin in our own hearts that causes our ugly words and actions. "What if I'm not really a Christian?" she asked with more tears. "Who can change a sinner's heart?" I answered with a question. And together we asked for more faith for our friends and for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole discussion got me thinking: I'm not sure that what we need here in this house (or in this country, for that matter) are stricter rules, guilt producing lectures on proper behavior complete with altar calls, or better planned strategies for family development. What we really need is a work of God. Apart from Him, all we have are our paltry efforts. We need faith and we can't drum it up. But we also need the tears of a 10-year-old girl that cry out for mercy while at the same time weep over the things that break God's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a little child shall lead them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-200989628479455665?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/200989628479455665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=200989628479455665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/200989628479455665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/200989628479455665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/01/tears-in-his-bottle.html' title='Tears in His Bottle'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TTPEWVvcICI/AAAAAAAAA04/OT-Mo9o99Gk/s72-c/IMG_0484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8156875672954522833</id><published>2011-01-15T13:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:18:43.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>If I was a piece of furniture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'd be a bookcase--yes, I would--because I love books. I've been surrounded by them for the last 20 years, first as an English major, then as a publishing house employee, and now as a home school teacher. Over the past ten years, I've read a lot of how-to books: how to cook, how to clean, how to raise children, how to raise crops, and so on, but this year I've collected a stack of reads I'm trusting will aid me in pursing God and loving my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, here's my starting line-up for 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TTJiuJbTZPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SlMXJsJYoKM/s1600/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562617034699924722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TTJiuJbTZPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SlMXJsJYoKM/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Generous-Justice-Gods-Grace-Makes/dp/0525951903/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1295147155&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generous Justice: How God's Grace Makes Us Just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Timothy Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gods-Mighty-Salvation-Starr-Meade/dp/143351401X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295147289&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's Mighty Acts in Salvation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Starr Meade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Radical-Question-Jesus-Worth-Paperback/dp/B0046BFACC/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295147436&amp;amp;sr=8-7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Radical: Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, David Platt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Walked-Among-Us-Learning/dp/1576832406/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1295145935&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Walked Among Us: Learning to Love Like Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Paul E. Miller (re-read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Year-Book-Discovering-Jesus-Testament/dp/1414335903/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295143533&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discovering Jesus in the Old Testament&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Nancy Guthrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Praying-Life-Connecting-Distracting-World/dp/1600063004/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295143564&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Praying Life: Connecting with God in a Distracting World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Paul E. Miller (re-read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cross-Talk-Where-Life-Scripture/dp/1935273124/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295143593&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cross Talk: Where Life and Scripture Meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Michael R. Emlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295143630&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Ann Voskamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Caught-Off-Guard-Encounters-Unexpected/dp/0977080773/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295143662&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught Off Guard: Encounters with the Unexpected God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, William P. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Promises-Grace-Living-Grip-Gods/dp/0801063701/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295143696&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Promises of Grace: Living in the Grip of God's Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Bryan Chapell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Together-Classic-Exploration-Community/dp/0060608528/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295147577&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life Together: The Classic Exploration of Faith in Com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;munity&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; Dietrick Bonhoeffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you reading this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8156875672954522833?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8156875672954522833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8156875672954522833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8156875672954522833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8156875672954522833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-was-piece-of-furniture.html' title='If I was a piece of furniture...'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TTJiuJbTZPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SlMXJsJYoKM/s72-c/IMG_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-6459047706991974038</id><published>2010-11-17T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:15:42.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Culture</title><content type='html'>I love this! On October 30, 2010,650 vocalists burst into song in the middle of a Philadelphia shopping center. How come this stuff never happens when I'm around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wp_RHnQ-jgU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wp_RHnQ-jgU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-6459047706991974038?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6459047706991974038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=6459047706991974038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6459047706991974038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6459047706991974038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-acts-of-culture.html' title='Random Acts of Culture'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2571107497309951641</id><published>2010-11-03T08:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T08:17:02.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Refinancing Parenthood</title><content type='html'>"Secure love understands that loving someone is often inconvenient and sometimes painful.  Loving your kids costs money, time, and sleep.  It might cost a mom decades in time originally planned to be spent on her career.  It might cost her her figure.  It might cost a dad a promotion.  It might mean that there are some amenities or lavish vacations you must do without.  It definitely means eating crow, swallowing your pride, and asking for forgiveness a lot." &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;~Tim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kimmel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Grace Based Parenting&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-four hours in a day.  Eighteen years until they're gone.  A mere vapor.  Is there truly anything not worth sacrificing in order to show my children the love of Christ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2571107497309951641?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2571107497309951641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2571107497309951641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2571107497309951641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2571107497309951641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/11/refinancing-parenthood.html' title='Refinancing Parenthood'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-4578029779481580952</id><published>2010-09-23T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:23:22.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>10 Things To Remember When Your Child Is Disobedient</title><content type='html'>A wonderful list from Ruth at &lt;a href="http://www.gracelaced.com/"&gt;GraceLaced&lt;/a&gt; that needs to be read, absorbed, shared, and lived out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gracelaced.com/2009/11/24/10-things-to-remember-when-your-child-is-disobedient/"&gt;10 Things To Remember When Your Child Is Disobedient&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 10 Things I had to remind myself today when the job of correcting my children felt especially difficult…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You disobey the Lord…and He is the perfect Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His kindness leads us to repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. God disciplines those He loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your child’s disobedience does not measure your value any more than his obedience showcases your achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your child’s disobedience teaches you dependence on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. And sometimes it’s more than dependence He’s after, it’s complete desperation for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your child is clearly a sinner, and needs to hear the truth of the Gospel, and see it lived out through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Times of correction serve to remind, or establish within your child, his own sense of need for a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It’s not good behavior you really desire…you want his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your child is a person, not a project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HT:  &lt;a href="http://www.anwoth.org/"&gt;www.anwoth.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-4578029779481580952?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4578029779481580952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=4578029779481580952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4578029779481580952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4578029779481580952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-things-to-remember-when-your-child.html' title='10 Things To Remember When Your Child Is Disobedient'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1200990783539243445</id><published>2010-09-12T14:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:42:08.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>God's Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For it has been granted to you that for the sake of Christ you should not only believe in him but also suffer for his sake..." (Philippians 1:29).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://doxafellowship.org/"&gt;fellowship&lt;/a&gt; has spent the past three week studying the opening chapter of Paul's letter to the Philippians, a book most noted for its instruction to rejoice, and yet insomuch as joy is related to the American Dream, the first chapter doesn't give a Christian much to rejoice over. Paul is in prison for proclaiming the gospel. Other preachers are attempting to afflict him while he's there. Death is knocking at his door. And yet, Paul is brimming with joy. Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 12 Paul lets his readers know that his time in prison is no accident. Instead it is the avenue by which God is making Himself known among the imperial guard and strengthening other Christians to speak boldly. Paul says, "I am put here for the defense of the gospel" (Phil. 1:16). He was not sitting on his hands and waiting for deliverance or bemoaning the fact that life was hard and he was there without just cause. It wasn't a pit-stop on the way to God's plan; it &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; God's plan. For Paul, living, be it in prison or as a free man, was Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only let your manner of life be worthy of the gospel of Christ..." (Philippians 1:27).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many times we look at the hard things in life as God's "boot camp to a better me." I don't mean to be offensive, but as my pastor so bluntly put it, "We are not the point!" Our trials are not just about making us better, happier self-absorbed people. They are not about simply refining our marriage, parenting, or stewardship skills. God is into His own glory and has granted (or more poignantly, gifted) suffering to us that &lt;strong&gt;in it and through it&lt;/strong&gt; we might bring glory to Him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what is your life about? Who are your trials for? Are you just waiting and praying for them to end, or are you pouring yourself out living a radical life of peace, joy, love, patience, and humility in the midst of your chaos, all for the gospel and glory of Christ? Or are you not suffering at all? Are you blissfully pursuing the American Dream with no thought to being poured out at all? Can you give more, go more, love more for the sake of the One who was broken and spilled out for you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1200990783539243445?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1200990783539243445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1200990783539243445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1200990783539243445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1200990783539243445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-it-has-been-granted-to-you-that-for.html' title='God&apos;s Gifts'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-347347604532588064</id><published>2010-08-31T22:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:32:46.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;**Caution--contains the f-word, and I don't mean fudge. If you can accept said word for the point it makes, this is a very good video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6wJl37N9C0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6wJl37N9C0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."   ~ Proverbs 31:30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are we teaching our little girls about beauty and acceptance by our words, actions and expectations?    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-347347604532588064?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/347347604532588064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=347347604532588064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/347347604532588064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/347347604532588064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/08/pretty.html' title='Pretty'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3060983824109607306</id><published>2010-08-28T19:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:39:38.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For a really cheap ocean vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/THnHz-QNkkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1CkKe9EtCyo/s1600/Dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510655314762764866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/THnHz-QNkkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1CkKe9EtCyo/s200/Dock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Run a few ounces of saline through your nasal passages with a N&lt;img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;eti pot and then take a stroll on a windy, warm afternoon. You'll swear you're only a block or so from the sea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check back often for more frugal tips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3060983824109607306?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3060983824109607306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3060983824109607306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3060983824109607306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3060983824109607306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-really-cheap-ocean-vacation.html' title='For a really cheap ocean vacation...'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/THnHz-QNkkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1CkKe9EtCyo/s72-c/Dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-5101120398982097769</id><published>2010-08-26T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:00:03.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>A good rebuke</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"What unifies the church is the gospel. What defines the gospel is the Bible. What interprets the Bible correctly is a hermeneutic centered on Jesus Christ crucified, the all-sufficient Savior of sinners, who gives himself away on terms of radical grace to all alike. What proves that the gospel hermeneutic has captured our hearts is that we are not looking down on other believers but lifting them up, not seeing ourselves as better but grateful for their contribution to the cause, not standing aloof but embracing them freely, not wishing they would become like us but serving them in love (Galatians 5:13)."&lt;/em&gt; ~ Ray Ortlund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this kind of instruction often as I find myself taking sides in all sorts of doctrinal bickerings. It truly is all about Jesus and I need humility. Read the rest of this &lt;a href="http://theresurgence.com/what_it_means_to_be_truly_reformed"&gt;excellent charge&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://theresurgence.com/"&gt;The Resurgence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-5101120398982097769?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5101120398982097769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=5101120398982097769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5101120398982097769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5101120398982097769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-rebuke.html' title='A good rebuke'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8403178648357945003</id><published>2010-08-25T18:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:01:17.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon finding bugs in our broccoli</title><content type='html'>as it sat upon our plates, sprinkled with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB:  Mom?  Was that broccoli you got organic?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No.&lt;br /&gt;LB:  So it had pesticides?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes.   Probably.&lt;br /&gt;LB:  Then why did it have pests?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Good question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8403178648357945003?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8403178648357945003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8403178648357945003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8403178648357945003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8403178648357945003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/08/upon-finding-bugs-in-our-broccoli.html' title='Upon finding bugs in our broccoli'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-703046064706576784</id><published>2010-08-11T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:33:30.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than 5 months 'til 40</title><content type='html'>...and these videos are looking more and more like reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MarNBaD6p9o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MarNBaD6p9o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaruNs_7okY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaruNs_7okY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-703046064706576784?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/703046064706576784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=703046064706576784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/703046064706576784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/703046064706576784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/08/less-than-5-months-til-40.html' title='Less than 5 months &apos;til 40'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-5597010037402490786</id><published>2010-07-22T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:44:18.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Gospel-centered Parenting</title><content type='html'>"Although there are many ways we can provoke our kids in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;discipling&lt;/span&gt; them, we learn from Paul's expositions of grace in these epistles that we provoke and discourage our children when we forget the gospel and demand, as a condition of our approval and affection, that they obey the law that 'neither our fathers nor we have been able to bear' (Acts 15:10).  By itself, God's law, although it is 'holy and righteous and good' (Rom. 7:12), will serve only to aggravate or discourage them.  The law will stir up within them the desire to sin because they are not able to obey it.  It won't furnish them with the power or motivation to obey us or the Lord.  The law has its uses with our children, but making them good isn't one of them.  Only the gospel and God's grace can change hearts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ~ Quoted from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Counsel-Cross-Connecting-Broken-People/dp/1433503174/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1279806226&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Counsel&lt;/span&gt; from the Cross: Connecting Broken People to the Love of Christ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, by Elyse M. Fitzpatrick and Dennis E. Johnson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-5597010037402490786?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5597010037402490786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=5597010037402490786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5597010037402490786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5597010037402490786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/07/gospel-centered-parenting.html' title='Gospel-centered Parenting'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7454821476205069324</id><published>2010-07-20T13:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:45:43.432-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Are Christians Not Having Enough Children?</title><content type='html'>And is that sin?  I receive mailings from an organization that is constantly fortifying a bulwark for the family against the pursuing horde. It's enough to make Don Quixote proud.  The hubbub this month is all about babies. It seems that Christians just aren't having enough of them.  This truly would be problematic if godliness came through reproduction, but that's not Christianity.   In fact God gives some pretty glaring examples of god-fearing families gone wrong in the Old Testament, be they large or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus didn't say, "Procreate and make disciples."  He said, "Go."   Not because we shouldn't be passing on the faith to our children but because it is not in our blood; it's in His.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, who were born,  not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God."  John 1:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7454821476205069324?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7454821476205069324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7454821476205069324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7454821476205069324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7454821476205069324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-christians-not-having-enough.html' title='Are Christians Not Having Enough Children?'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-4793813568024470752</id><published>2010-07-11T18:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:35:51.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Midwest-Aid</title><content type='html'>**Disclaimer:  There is nothing (I mean &lt;em&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/em&gt;) healthful about this recipe, in fact, there is probably nothing in it that even remotely qualifies as food, but if you like caramel corn, you have to try these tasty treats.   Think of it as doing your part for the midwest corn-growers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's out of the way, we were at a party this weekend and the hostess had a bowl of these innocent little darlin's on the table.  "Try one," she said.  Oh... my... goodness!   One?  I couldn't stop, they were so yummy!   And I couldn't keep this to myself; I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caramel Corn Puffs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 to 1.5 bags of O-Ke-Doke Corn Puffs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup light corn syrup (Gasp!  I know!)&lt;br /&gt;2 sticks butter&lt;br /&gt;2 cups brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook corn syrup  butter, and brown sugar in a saucepan over medium heat.  After mixture reaches a boil, cook for 5 more minutes, stirring constantly.  Remove from heat and stir in vanilla and baking soda.  Pour caramel over corn puffs and mix well.  Spread caramel puffs on two aluminium-foil-lined cookie sheets.  Bake at 250-degrees for 45-50 minutes.  Let cool then break into pieces and store in an airtight container.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-4793813568024470752?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4793813568024470752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=4793813568024470752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4793813568024470752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4793813568024470752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/07/midwest-aid.html' title='Midwest-Aid'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-6308360788802947900</id><published>2010-07-08T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:01:27.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringo is right</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;a href="http://www.ringostarr.com/home.php"&gt;Ringo Starr's birthday&lt;/a&gt;, and what he wants is peace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491727686240797202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TDaJO_WPghI/AAAAAAAAAzs/U_Mpp6Cbg2Q/s320/8-17-06-peace_love%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(photo from The Official Ringo Starr Site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At noon, wherever you are, just go, 'peace and love, peace and love,' that's your birthday gift to me. How great is that?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be great, Mr. Starr.  We all desperately need peace and love, and while it is generated by none it is available to all.   God, whose steadfast love never ceases, makes a way for us to have peace with Him and with one another.  Peace and love can be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience--among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind.  But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loves us, even when were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ--by grace you have been saved--and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus."  (Ephesians 2:1-7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Ringo Starr.   May grace and peace be yours from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-6308360788802947900?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6308360788802947900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=6308360788802947900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6308360788802947900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6308360788802947900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/07/ringo-is-right.html' title='Ringo is right'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/TDaJO_WPghI/AAAAAAAAAzs/U_Mpp6Cbg2Q/s72-c/8-17-06-peace_love%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7937901385633236266</id><published>2010-07-04T14:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:03:26.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Losers wanted</title><content type='html'>It is the question asked incessantly by adults from the day a child picks up the fire truck and zooms it around the room until the day she graduates from college, "So what do you want to be when you grow up?" When I was little I wanted to be a real estate appraiser just like my daddy. Throughout high school and my first semester of college I wanted to be a nurse, until I figured out the outrageous amount of bodily fluids involved. And when I received my first salaried paycheck and printed business cards I gleefully accepted the title "Product Manager" for a Christian publishing company. In my life the answer to that question took some pretty violent turns but something that never made the list was "servant." Never once did I answer, "I want to be nothing so that others might benefit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we've been studying what it means to abide in Christ with our church fellowship. You know, "Apart from Me you can do NOTHING." This morning we looked at sacrifice. One part of the sermon that particularly hit me was out of Matthew 20. James and John had a momma who wanted them to succeed. She brought her sons before Jesus and requested that her sons get a place of honor in his kingdom. While this infuriated the other disciples, a sign that they didn't get it either, it didn't seem to bother the Lord that much. He admitted it was not his position to grant but told them, and us, who was going to be first in his kingdom: the servant.  Jesus wanted them to succeed, too, just at something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to say, "Yah, yah, yah, I know, the servant," but if we really peel back the curtain on our motives we see that we spend a whole lot of our time trying to yank our lives away from Jesus lest we experience something uncomfortable. Sure, we give, but we don't live lives of radical sacrifice because we don't want to die. "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will save it," (Luke 9:23-24). Personally, I'm afraid to die, not physically (although that doesn't seem very pleasant, either) but lifestyle-ly.  I want cushion and safety. I want respect and admiration. I want position not slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing about this upside down kingdom Jesus is running is that all of those things I desire--cushion, safety, respect, admiration, position--are available in Christ. Not only that, but they have nothing to do with my ability to perform. Take a look at Ephesians 1 for a list of what Christ provides for us.  Throwing aside my crazy attempts at self-fulfillment and embracing Jesus enables me to live a wild life abandoned to the gospel.  I am free to love as Christ loved because my stability is found in what He's already guaranteed.  I can give away everything because He's secured my future.  I truly have nothing to lose but that which doesn't count anyway.  This kind of Christ-dependant living would change my neighborhood, my community, and my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7937901385633236266?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7937901385633236266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7937901385633236266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7937901385633236266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7937901385633236266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/07/losers-wanted.html' title='Losers wanted'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1941677611664149717</id><published>2010-06-15T23:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:51:29.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Unlikely Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We've all seen a man at the liquor store &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beggin&lt;/span&gt;' for your change&lt;br /&gt;The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange&lt;br /&gt;He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;"Get a job you *&amp;amp;$#% slob," is all he replies&lt;br /&gt;God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you really might know what it's like...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you really might know what it's like...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you really might know what it's like...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you really might know what it's like...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man you've been dreaming of."&lt;br /&gt;But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls&lt;br /&gt;And she swear, "*&amp;amp;%$#@, if I find that man I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuttin&lt;/span&gt;' off his *&amp;amp;%$$#."&lt;br /&gt;And then she heads for the clinic and&lt;br /&gt;she gets some static walking through the door&lt;br /&gt;They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner&lt;br /&gt;And they call her a whore&lt;br /&gt;God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Everlast&lt;/span&gt;, "What It's Like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of the Universe became a servant who was mocked and beaten and crucified. He in whom there was no sin, became sin. For us. To make us able to be with him and like him. Yet instead of loving like Jesus, this rap song &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt; describes the shameful way I've thought at times about my fellow traveler. Yet, if truth be told, I am the begger and the whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion. Kindness. Cleansing. We are all desperately in need of the good news: Jesus knows what it's like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1941677611664149717?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1941677611664149717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1941677611664149717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1941677611664149717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1941677611664149717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/06/unlikely-prophet.html' title='Unlikely Prophet'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3273115786982101382</id><published>2010-06-13T20:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:09:07.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Between the Rock and a Hard Heart</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dus-stripbooks-tree&amp;amp;field-keywords=whole+in+the+gospel"&gt;The Hole in our Gospel&lt;/a&gt;.   I don't know where the book came from--I didn't buy it--or what initially motivated me to pull it from my bookshelf, but I know that it is another tool to wake me from my stupor and make me a disciple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let my heart be broken with the things that break the heart of God."  ~Bob Pierce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the world but my life keeps getting in the way.  Between schooling and laundry and co-op and housekeeping and piano I often feel like I can't breathe let alone make a difference.  And deep in my soul I know that something's wrong with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people feel that what I do every day for my husband and my children &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my mission field, but I'm just not comfortable with that.  Or maybe I'm too comfortable with that.  I just don't think it involves enough risk.  We live in a safe spot, a nice place with good food and cushy couches where we talk a lot about Jesus, but somehow He is missing in the majority of our daily life because, frankly, we aren't engaged in anything that tests our faith or makes us any different than the nice atheist folks next door.  We  go to church every week and sponsor a child in a third-world country.  We don't swear or beat our children.  So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity should be radical.  Jesus made some rather outrageous statements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leave the dead bury their own dead.  But as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God." (Luke 9:60)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple." (Luke 14:26)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Go, sell all that you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come follow me." (Mark 10:21)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I involved in that has even an inkling of this sort of devotion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a missional life characterized by radically living out the gospel in word and deed.  I want my children to see the hands and feet of Jesus extended from our lives, not just read about missionaries in far away places.  I want them to care more about the things Jesus cares about than computer games and Lego sets or the rules and regulations of "good Christians."  And yet here I sit, paralyzed by fear and lack of motivation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love my neighbor?  How can I change the world?  Only when the gospel permeates my life.   I need to eat the body of Christ and have it ooze out of me like when I eat lots of garlic!   But this cannot happen when I choose to gorge myself on the stuff that makes me nothing more than "nice."   The gospel is for the nations, for my community, and for me.  And I need Him desperately so that others also might know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3273115786982101382?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3273115786982101382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3273115786982101382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3273115786982101382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3273115786982101382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/06/between-rock-and-hard-heart.html' title='Between the Rock and a Hard Heart'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3661945400848684874</id><published>2010-03-09T17:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:38:40.319-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"If Christ is followed only because his gifts are great and his threats are terrible, he is not glorified by his followers.  A defective lord can offer great gifts and terrible threats.  And a person may want the gifts, fear the threats, and follow a lord whom they despise or pity or find boring or embarrassing, in order to have the gifts and avoid the threats.  If Christ is to be glorified in his people, their following must be rooted not mainly in his promised gifts or threatened punishments, but in his glorious Person."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~John Piper, &lt;em&gt;When I Don't Desire God:  How to Fight for Joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3661945400848684874?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3661945400848684874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3661945400848684874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3661945400848684874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3661945400848684874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-christ-is-followed-only-because-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-446958641389837948</id><published>2010-02-22T20:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:05:36.770-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Better for You Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's no secret that this family like sweets. (It's more of a mystery why we're not all 500 lbs!) Realizing that the horde will not stand for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;moratorium&lt;/span&gt; on treats and apart from trying to convince them that smoothies constitute dessert, I've been manipulating recipes by reducing the sugar and switching to whole wheat flour. But when I find a recipe that doesn't call for any refined sugar like &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/giant-breakfast-cookies"&gt;Laura's breakfast cookies&lt;/a&gt;, I'm in the zone. I realize that molasses, the main sweetener in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tonight's&lt;/span&gt; yummy treat, is a sugar cane product. Yet this recipe contains less sugar than most cookie recipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441269546358858866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S4NF0sXe5HI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ho9bwOpo8ps/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gingerbread Treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(makes 4 dozen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adapted from a recipe found in the More-With-Less Cookbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup hot water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup molasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine separately and add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup melted coconut oil&lt;br /&gt;1 cup raisins (we left these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;out because&lt;/span&gt; the cupboard was bare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix well. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto greased baking sheet. Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer discussion with my youngest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wow! So aren't these great? Can you believe they don't have any sugar in them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB, after snarfing down two cookies and reaching for another: "Yes. I could tell. They're good, but they aren't good enough to have sugar in them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it folks. These cookies are darn good, but don't expect molasses crinkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-446958641389837948?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/446958641389837948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=446958641389837948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/446958641389837948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/446958641389837948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/02/better-for-you-cookies.html' title='Better for You Cookies'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S4NF0sXe5HI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ho9bwOpo8ps/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-6399748371666576521</id><published>2010-02-15T22:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:08:24.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A different hall of faith</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder exactly what they prayed for us, our parents, Sunday school teachers, and youth leaders in that small church with the blue-green windows and folding chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if they fretted over us in our stubborn toddlerhood or ever thought of giving up on us in our rebellious teen days. We surely weren't anything special; just a bunch of mismatched kids growing up Baptist. But they trusted God and chose to sacrifice for us. They played with us in the nursery long after their own children were grown. They tirelessly mimeographed coloring pages for us. They taught us a different Christmas musical every year and endured months of practice before the final performance. They spent Wednesday nights trying to teach us to pray while we were often times silent. They slept (or attempted to sleep) along side us on Army cots during our summer mission trips when they could have been enjoying their own vacations. They did all of this without knowing what God would do with their efforts, but trusting that they served a faithful God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people are my "cloud of witnesses" (Hebrews 12:1). They inspire me to hold on to Jesus, to trust Him when I don't see the faith I want to see in my kids or the grace I want to see in myself. They encourage me to keep praying and teaching and reaching out. And the results of their sacrifice--the Christ-following teachers, business people, pastors, ministry wives, moms--assure me that God is indeed faithful with the mite and the talent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is, "Thank you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://inamirrordimly.net/thats-me/"&gt;Shannon &lt;/a&gt; is one of these results.  She has a beautiful blog tracing the hand of Christ through daily life called &lt;a href="http://inamirrordimly.net/"&gt;In a Mirror Dimly&lt;/a&gt;. It has been a great delight to me.   Below is our senior piano recital photo.  Can you figure out which beauties we are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438716393191269426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S3ozvnpCZDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/JeReIiXwesE/s400/sarah+doc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-6399748371666576521?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6399748371666576521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=6399748371666576521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6399748371666576521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6399748371666576521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/02/different-hall-of-faith.html' title='A different hall of faith'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S3ozvnpCZDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/JeReIiXwesE/s72-c/sarah+doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-227534426099501640</id><published>2010-01-28T21:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:21:54.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Three in One Things This Thursday</title><content type='html'>Dave over at &lt;a href="http://dave-homeschooldad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Home School Dad &lt;/a&gt;hosts &lt;em&gt;Things This Thursday&lt;/em&gt; (previously &lt;em&gt;Three Things Thursday&lt;/em&gt;). I've never participated because I never seem to have three things on Thursday. Today I do. Sort of. So here are my three things on one topic this Thusday: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Stop. The book of Hebrews rocks! I'm seeing Jesus like I've never seen Him before. It's amazing what you can see if you slow down and really examine a text. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S2JhgvzodLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/lyzZoXvNSjY/s1600-h/SomethingBetter-ovr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S2Jh6nxGD7I/AAAAAAAAAyk/mpH_9lNZ6gE/s1600-h/313078.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432011760297447346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S2Jh6nxGD7I/AAAAAAAAAyk/mpH_9lNZ6gE/s200/313078.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Look. I'm studying &lt;a href="http://www.nancyguthrie.com/"&gt;Nancy Guthrie's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hoping-Something-Better-Refusing-Settle/dp/1414313071/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1264737079&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;Hoping for Something Better: Refusing to Settle for Life &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hoping-Something-Better-Refusing-Settle/dp/1414313071/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1264737079&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;as Usual&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;with my Bible study gals. It's on Hebrews, of course. I highly recommend it. (And the gals, too!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Listen. Tim Keller's sermon, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sermons2.redeemer.com/sermons/christ-final-word"&gt;Christ, the Final Word&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, on (what else?) Hebrews deepened my understanding of the passage and forced some necessary questions regarding the place of Christ in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-227534426099501640?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/227534426099501640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=227534426099501640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/227534426099501640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/227534426099501640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-in-one-things-this-thursday.html' title='Three in One Things This Thursday'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S2Jh6nxGD7I/AAAAAAAAAyk/mpH_9lNZ6gE/s72-c/313078.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3840082565816139624</id><published>2010-01-18T22:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:21:17.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>I won!</title><content type='html'>And I never win anything! Lizzie over at A &lt;a href="http://adustyframe.com/"&gt;Dusty Frame&lt;/a&gt; had a giveaway from &lt;a href="http://www.tropicaltraditions.com/"&gt;Tropical Traditions &lt;/a&gt;and she drew my name. This is what I won: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428297906286070994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S1UwL3ctjNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/fde-VimN744/s200/berryantioxidantomega3greens-176x300.jpg" /&gt;While this might not be exciting to some, I was just talking about how I wanted to get some of this powder to include in the kids' smoothies.   Being that it's not cheap and that we owe the mechanic a grand for fixing our 13 year old van, I've been pinching pennies and haven't bought any.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but when the Lord provides small gifts--nothing necessary, just nice--at just the right time, it reminds me that He does know me intimately.  Just like my husband knows how I take my coffee, what kind of chocolate I prefer and at what heat setting I like my side of the electric blanket, God understands me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows me, this I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am humbly thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3840082565816139624?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3840082565816139624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3840082565816139624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3840082565816139624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3840082565816139624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-won.html' title='I won!'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/S1UwL3ctjNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/fde-VimN744/s72-c/berryantioxidantomega3greens-176x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1780276487263458586</id><published>2010-01-06T21:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:55:44.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>WHAT?</title><content type='html'>It is rare that I read something as ludicrous as this op-ed piece masquerading as a scholarly article.  While everyone has a right to his or her opinion, it is both polite and correct to at least have some credible and cited evidence for that opinion when it is published in a scholarly journal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Robin L. West in her article &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puaf.umd.edu/files.php/ippp/vol29summerfall09.pdf"&gt;The Harms of Homeschooling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I am uneducated trailer trash who probably lets her children skateboard all day, only calling them in to teach them Bible verses while beating and berating them, all the while potentially causing an outbreak or epidemic because of my medical negligence.  Where has this lady been?  Believe it or not, sitting on the full-time faculty of Georgetown Law School.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you can easily spot the straw men, red herrings, &lt;em&gt;ad hominem&lt;/em&gt; attacks, and genetic fallacies in her article ( my trailer trash 11 year old who just came in from skateboarding can) but if you'd like some help there is a neatly organized retort at &lt;a href="http://www.razzed.com/2009/12/22/the-harms-of-homeschooling-a-retort/"&gt;Razzed&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, all I have to say is I hope she doesn't teach logic.  Maybe I ought to send her a copy of The &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fallacy-Detective-Thirty-Six-Recognize-Reasoning/dp/0974531502/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1262836246&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Fallacy Detective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1780276487263458586?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1780276487263458586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1780276487263458586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1780276487263458586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1780276487263458586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html' title='WHAT?'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3779501405133130226</id><published>2009-12-22T11:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:20:06.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running to and from</title><content type='html'>Over a month ago &lt;a href="http://monica-shineagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt; asked if running was a long time thing for me or something new. The answer is both. I started running in junior high because my best friend was a runner. I hated it. The track coach relegated me to the mile along with others who had no speed and no desire to improve. For me track was a means to a social end and it didn't take me very long to develop the mantra, "I only run when chased."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago a friend of mine who has been an avid runner since age 12 encouraged me to run. She assured me I could do it. I think I had the desire to be a runner but really didn't know how to begin. So for a couple months I ran a little, walked a lot, ran a little more, and so on, until I hurt my knee. The podiatrist encouraged me to rest and let the knee heal and then buy a pair of real running shoes instead of trying to run in my three-year-old Meijer specials. I did so, but then we got a lot of snow and a foster child came to live with us and I lost interest in running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I decided I needed to drop a few pounds and get some exercise so I started walking inside with Leslie Sansone videos. I was quite happy with this until the dog chewed up the DVD! So faced with the necessity of another plan, this summer I started walking the track at the high school while my kids took tennis lessons. After a few weeks I started feeling the need for speed and figured I'd walk a lap and run a lap. This slowly turned into more walking than running and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SzD93kWhWlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/s_4MQoy7uj0/s1600-h/P0007523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418109482819476050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SzD93kWhWlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/s_4MQoy7uj0/s320/P0007523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now I'm up to 2.5 miles on my short day and 4 miles on my long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't say that running is a passion for me, nor do I have any goals to run races or lose weight, but I will agree with &lt;a href="http://runningmyvictorylap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; that I have never regretted going for a run but have often regretted not doing so. It is a time that I can run from my obligations and the noise of my house and enjoy time alone listening to music and burning off some stress. I find that I handle the pressures of life more easily and sleep better at night when I'm getting plenty of exercise, all for the price of a pair of good running shoes and some workout clothes from Walmart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running is probably not for everyone, but take it from this short-legged middle-aged mom, it's never too late or too hard to start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3779501405133130226?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3779501405133130226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3779501405133130226' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3779501405133130226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3779501405133130226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-to-and-from.html' title='Running to and from'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SzD93kWhWlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/s_4MQoy7uj0/s72-c/P0007523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-5329823788189313472</id><published>2009-12-21T16:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:58:38.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, JT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy_9AwNea3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/pLLX0vj9kM0/s1600-h/Jeff0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417827066133244786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy_9AwNea3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/pLLX0vj9kM0/s320/Jeff0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the boy who became the man that makes my life such a joy.  Happy birthday, love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-5329823788189313472?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5329823788189313472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=5329823788189313472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5329823788189313472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5329823788189313472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-jt.html' title='Happy Birthday, JT'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy_9AwNea3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/pLLX0vj9kM0/s72-c/Jeff0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-98599022793665621</id><published>2009-12-21T16:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:41:09.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugality'/><title type='text'>What's that smell?</title><content type='html'>I love my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816594891815330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy_zfPy-OaI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Moarto5NsMI/s320/P0007512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes she stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes bathing her just switches the stinks from smelly dog to perfumy dog. So after finishing the bottle of major-dog-product-brand lavender-smelling dog shampoo, I went on-line to find a homemade version. All of the ingredients were inexpensive and I happened to have them all on hand (we use glycerin to make bubbles in the summer). I just mixed them up and poured them into an empty ketchup bottle. Easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how does she smell?&lt;br /&gt;Clean. Just clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816877197362370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy_zvrd3BMI/AAAAAAAAAxs/OjgY7K-9vE8/s320/P0007511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Homemade Dog Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;(recipe courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.care2.com/greenliving/green-pet-grooming.html"&gt;Care2Com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup mild dish soap&lt;br /&gt;1 cup apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup glycerin&lt;br /&gt;1 qt. water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix all ingredients together and pour into a large bottle. Shake before using.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-98599022793665621?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/98599022793665621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=98599022793665621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/98599022793665621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/98599022793665621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-my-dog.html' title='What&apos;s that smell?'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy_zfPy-OaI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Moarto5NsMI/s72-c/P0007512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2482319873711579135</id><published>2009-12-19T17:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:18:05.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun and Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy1oBJTCB4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ilgVNgWYg14/s1600-h/innerpage_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417100295681476482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy1oBJTCB4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ilgVNgWYg14/s320/innerpage_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like a clean house (although it seems a rare event that I have one) but I don't like a lot of the products on the market today that are full of harmful chemicals and unnecessary colors and fragrances, and ingredients that mess with our septic system.  While I do make a lot of my own cleaners using vinegar, baking soda, peroxide, and other non-toxic ingredients, I haven't found a homemade dishwasher soap or laundry detergent that thrills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago &lt;a href="https://sunandearth.com/ProductsPage.aspx"&gt;Sun and Earth &lt;/a&gt;ran a "try us out" special that included a regular sized bottle of almost every item in their line for $25.  I jumped at the offer and have been well pleased.  Their liquid dish soap, laundry detergent, and dishwasher packets clean beautifully and have a pleasing light citrus fragrance. I especially like their bio-degradable dryer sheets that don't leave your clothes feeling chemically coated and perfumed.    Almost everything is available in jumbo sizes, too, and I mean jumbo: you can order a 5 gallon bucket of laundry detergent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend only &lt;a href="https://sunandearth.com/ProductsPage.aspx"&gt;Sun and Earth&lt;/a&gt; is running a free shipping special on orders $25 or over.  Just enter the coupon code &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;freeshipweekend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2482319873711579135?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2482319873711579135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2482319873711579135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2482319873711579135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2482319873711579135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/12/sun-and-earth.html' title='Sun and Earth'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sy1oBJTCB4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ilgVNgWYg14/s72-c/innerpage_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2248948925521468427</id><published>2009-11-14T11:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:16:01.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>Logged 20 miles this week. Thanks to God for the beautiful weather and making my almost-40 body work, and thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.runningmyvictorylap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; and Christine for the inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2248948925521468427?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2248948925521468427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2248948925521468427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2248948925521468427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2248948925521468427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/11/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-6065473597470025570</id><published>2009-11-11T18:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:04:57.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Embracing Helplessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"If you are not praying then you are quietly confident that time, money, and talent are all you need in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~ Paul E. Miller, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Praying-Life-Connecting-Distracting-World/dp/1600063004/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257987093&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;A Praying Life: Connecting with God in a Distracting World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Praying-Life-Connecting-Distracting-World/dp/1600063004/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257987093&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-6065473597470025570?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6065473597470025570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=6065473597470025570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6065473597470025570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6065473597470025570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/11/embracing-helplessness.html' title='Embracing Helplessness'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-609058773616656785</id><published>2009-11-09T19:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:45:17.796-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Life Lessons Learned on the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SvowT5CNwlI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0ndk0Nsps2k/s1600-h/P0007506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402683821270090322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SvowT5CNwlI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0ndk0Nsps2k/s320/P0007506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running against the wind has its benefits. It forces you to engage every muscle and focus on pressing ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-609058773616656785?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/609058773616656785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=609058773616656785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/609058773616656785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/609058773616656785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-lessons-learned-on-road.html' title='Life Lessons Learned on the Road'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SvowT5CNwlI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0ndk0Nsps2k/s72-c/P0007506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1251549131592670491</id><published>2009-11-06T23:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:41:06.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SvUG7uvJjgI/AAAAAAAAAw0/GTqu_KH4nK0/s1600-h/InDefenseFood_cover_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401230951328615938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SvUG7uvJjgI/AAAAAAAAAw0/GTqu_KH4nK0/s400/InDefenseFood_cover_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Defense-Food-Eaters-Manifesto/dp/1594133328/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257572131&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; reviewed on a few other blogs I frequent, I was intrigued. Proposing neither a diet nor an eating method, Michael &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pollan&lt;/span&gt; asks some thoughtful questions about what we eat, how we eat it, and if it's really doing us any good, questions like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of what does the Western diet truly consist?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;With all the health claims on the labels of our food, why are we getting fatter and sicker?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are we developing heart disease and diabetes at alarmingly increasing rates?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there a connection between the food pyramid, the food conglomerates, and the medical establishment?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are people in other countries who eat their culture's traditional diet healthier regardless of that diet's fat or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; content?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would what I eat even pass for food in my grandmother or great-grandmother's day?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Defense-Food-Eaters-Manifesto/dp/1594133328/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257572131&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;In Defense of Food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to anyone willing to take a look at what's really on your plate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1251549131592670491?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1251549131592670491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1251549131592670491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1251549131592670491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1251549131592670491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-seeing-in-defense-of-food-eaters.html' title=''/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SvUG7uvJjgI/AAAAAAAAAw0/GTqu_KH4nK0/s72-c/InDefenseFood_cover_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-373454457749320187</id><published>2009-11-04T20:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:28:29.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Never buy brownie mix again!</title><content type='html'>Alice was the administrative assistant at my husband's office when my first child was born. While not old enough to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt;, she pampered our baby and always wanted to hear (and tell) a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; story." She was always available to babysit and even hung out with our little guy when his sister was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of her friendship and love for all of us, Alice is a great cook. She often brought food into the office for the staff to sample. Seriously hot salsa, amazing rye rolls and the best brownies on the planet were some of her specialties. While I've never been able to exactly duplicate the rye rolls even with the recipe and detailed instructions, the brownies have adorned our table on probably far too many occasions. These brownies are simple, chocolate goodness made from pantry staples. The top is fragile and crisp while the inside is somewhere between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fudgy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cakey&lt;/span&gt; that melts in your mouth. Oh, mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400447184910326722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SvI-GhTWm8I/AAAAAAAAAws/zBUovtDQNrE/s320/P0007501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auntie Alice's Brownies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Tbsp. butter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 Tbsp. cocoa powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans (optional)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melt butter in a saucepan. Add sugar, cocoa, flour and salt. Stir in eggs and vanilla. Add nuts if desired. Pour into a greased 8x8x2-inch pan. Bake slowly at 325 for 35 minutes. When cool, sprinkle with powdered sugar or frost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-373454457749320187?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/373454457749320187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=373454457749320187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/373454457749320187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/373454457749320187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-buy-brownie-mix-again.html' title='Never buy brownie mix again!'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SvI-GhTWm8I/AAAAAAAAAws/zBUovtDQNrE/s72-c/P0007501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2226880118761653857</id><published>2009-11-02T13:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:45:36.678-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>A little "bite" and switch!</title><content type='html'>About 4 years ago I found myself on Kraft's mailing list. Occasionally they'd send me nice calendars, coupons and other goodies, all courting me to buy Kraft products, but what began arriving in my postbox three times a year was their &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/FoodFamilyArchive/FoodAndFamilyArchiveLanding.aspx"&gt;Food &amp;amp; Family magazine&lt;/a&gt;, a slick production chock full of ways to combine Kraft products into tasty-looking treats. I admit I enjoyed reading it and figuring out how to use less expensive generic products to replicate their recipes or transform them from concoctions of processed chemical food-like substances into real food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I received my copy today with an urgent "Last Issue" stamped on an interior envelope containing an invoice where I can now get the "preferred subscriber discount" of $6.99 a year! Yes, that's only $6.99 for a glorified advertisement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Kraft, but you can keep your magazine. I've enjoyed your freebie while it lasted, but, well, I'm just not that into you. We've gone "real food" around here, and in these economically dismal times, I'm not interested in helping to bolster your advertising budget. It's been nice, albeit not "real." So, ciao. (Or should I say, "chow?")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2226880118761653857?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2226880118761653857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2226880118761653857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2226880118761653857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2226880118761653857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-bite-and-switch.html' title='A little &quot;bite&quot; and switch!'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3721744289949370440</id><published>2009-10-26T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:23:41.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugality'/><title type='text'>Have you heard about Alice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, this is not gossip, it's great stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 250px" marginheight="0" src="http://alice.com/badges/alice_badge_6?ref=4632DD08" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be so excited about toilet paper and shampoo, but &lt;a href="http://www.alice.com/"&gt;Alice.com&lt;/a&gt; has made me giddy.   No more forgetting which brand of deodorant my husband prefers.  No more coupon clipping.  No more schlepping the kids to Wal*Mart.   All I do is log in, find my preferred products or search for the best coupon offer, place them in my on-line cart, and wait for my friendly UPS man to drop my big blue box on my doorstep.  No tax.  No shipping.  No hassle.  And &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/"&gt;Money Saving Mom&lt;/a&gt; even has the best deals listed for me.  Alice is my new best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in getting to know my friend Alice, simply click on button on the right sidebar and you'll get $10 off your first order.  Then your kids can think you're nuts, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3721744289949370440?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3721744289949370440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3721744289949370440' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3721744289949370440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3721744289949370440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-you-heard-about-alice.html' title='Have you heard about Alice?'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7746062034493891628</id><published>2009-10-18T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:49:56.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Our God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"God loves to lavish kindness on us.  The bigger your conception of God, the more amazing this is.  God is the creator of the universe.  He holds the galaxies in being.  He governs everything that happens in the world, down to the fall of a bird and the number of your hairs (Matt. 10:29-30).  He is infinitely strong and wise and holy and just.  And amazingly, he is kind.  'When the kindness of God appeared...' (Titus 3:4).  And because of this kindness, we were born again.  Let your very existence as a Christian tell you every hour of every day: God is kind to you."    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~John Piper, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Finally-Alive-John-Piper/dp/1845504216/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1255873523&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally Alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7746062034493891628?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7746062034493891628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7746062034493891628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7746062034493891628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7746062034493891628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-god.html' title='Our God'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2670333505198475554</id><published>2009-10-15T18:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:24:29.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Leading "middle" ones to Christ</title><content type='html'>While there is a plethora of resources available for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;discipling&lt;/span&gt; wee ones, I'm coming up short on what to do with these middle years.  We've enjoyed story Bibles and books like &lt;em&gt;Leading Little Ones to Christ,&lt;/em&gt; but now that everyone is reading on their own and my eldest is officially middle-school aged, I'm at a loss for how to communicate the truths of Scripture in a way that grips them where they're at.  A lot of material aimed at family devotions is rather corny or involve lots of crafts and preparation.   Is there anything out there that focuses on the awesomeness of God and our tremendous need for Him, while being straightforward and age appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some help from those of you ahead of me in parenting years.  How do (did) you disciple your kids during their middle years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2670333505198475554?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2670333505198475554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2670333505198475554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2670333505198475554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2670333505198475554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/10/leading-middle-ones-to-christ.html' title='Leading &quot;middle&quot; ones to Christ'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-108307563406246363</id><published>2009-09-28T22:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:14:30.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Heart-to-Heart</title><content type='html'>I picked up this book at the library after it was enthusiastically recommended by a fellow blogger, but after barely sampling the first chapter, I set it aside. Danny Silk had served up a biblical interpretation that makes me gag and I decided I couldn't choke down the rest of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I didn't return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Loving-Kids-Purpose-Danny-Silk/dp/0768427398/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254195035&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721945436161426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SsF7Eb2GBZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0BEmnS2JmWI/s400/514HJqCT5GL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SsF6pKfn5PI/AAAAAAAAAwc/y1lOgMwffHQ/s1600-h/427394.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I lost it with my kids, and I was shocked to recognize that I was using the same juvenile tone, attitudes and words as they were. We were either threatening each other or throwing our hands up in disgust. It is pretty ugly when the adult in the situation is rolling her eyes and declaring, "What-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;-a!" and "Right back &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atcha&lt;/span&gt;." When I crawled into bed feeling exhausted and defeated, there it was staring me in the face, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Loving-Kids-Purpose-Danny-Silk/dp/0768427398/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254195035&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Loving Our Kids On Purpose&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; By that point I figured, "What the heck; he might have a point in there somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I devoured &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Loving-Kids-Purpose-Danny-Silk/dp/0768427398/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254195035&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving Our Kids on Purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and learned a great deal about peacefully helping my kids discover what's really going on in their hearts when they act sinfully, and how to help them see that it is those heart happenings that leads to their interpersonal conflicts. Instead of nagging or giving orders followed up by, "Or you'll be grounded," I've been trying to help them make good choices based on realistic outcomes. Thankfully God's provided the circumstances. We had a day with one child in the basement playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt; while the others were diligently doing school work. Well guess who had no time with his friends after they came home from school? I didn't have to get mad; I just pointed out the fact that there is a time for school and a time for play, and he had made a choice. We've had some interesting discussions and I've learned a lot about my kids' hearts in the process. They're really neat little people with real hurts and dreams and fears, and I love them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still disagree with a lot of Danny Silk's psychological take on the Bible, his book has made me take some giant steps back to look at how I parent. I've built my whole doctrine of parenting on a few "cut and paste" verses that give me way too much power. I've put too much personal stock in whether my kids do things my way and haven't considered them as Image bearers, too. And with my "my way or the highway" parenting style I forgot that you truly do catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're all practicing a bit of self-control around here and are making choices that consider each other as more important than ourselves. It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not perfect, but it's nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-108307563406246363?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/108307563406246363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=108307563406246363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/108307563406246363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/108307563406246363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart-to-Heart'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SsF7Eb2GBZI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0BEmnS2JmWI/s72-c/514HJqCT5GL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-4280015871805621810</id><published>2009-09-19T19:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:28:48.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>The Best Roasted Chicken on the Planet</title><content type='html'>Oh I had a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicky&lt;/span&gt; and she wouldn't lay an egg...I can't talk about chicken without that little ditty popping into my head! What really happened was that I had a wacky day and forgot to put the chicken in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt; this morning. When I realized it was too late I decided to make up my own oven recipe. The result was a lip-smacking, finger-licking success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oven Roasted Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 fryer, cut up&lt;br /&gt;1 stick of butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp dry mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plop the stick of butter into a roasting pan, pop the pan into the oven, and heat oven to 425. Mix the flour and spices in a pie plate, coat the chicken with the mixture, and place skin side down in the pan with the now melted butter. Bake for 30 minutes then turn the chicken over and cook for another 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product produces lots of great bits on the bottom of the roasting pan for making gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't have the time or the inclination to make Amy's fab &lt;a href="http://dave-homeschooldad.blogspot.com/2009/06/newspaper-chicken-fried-chicken.html"&gt;Newspaper Chicken,&lt;/a&gt; this is a fast and delicious alternative, with gravy possibilities to boot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-4280015871805621810?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4280015871805621810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=4280015871805621810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4280015871805621810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4280015871805621810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-roasted-chicken-on-planet.html' title='The Best Roasted Chicken on the Planet'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-6283543349533738806</id><published>2009-09-16T19:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:29:22.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Jumping over the Clif</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When at his office, my husband used to survive on microwave popcorn and pots and pots of coffee; not the healthiest thing in the world. For a while I packed him a lunch but most of the time it came back uneaten. I’ve fitted him out with nuts and dried fruit only to have him complain of gas. (Believe me, this is an occupational no-no! Who wants to spend an hour talking about his problems shut up in an office with a gaseous man?) He really likes Odwalla Bars and Clif Bars but in order to eat them regularly they’d need a budget line item of their own. So I experimented with ingredients and came up with these moist and tasty bars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homemade Energy Bars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2/3 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup natural peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, beaten&lt;br /&gt;2 2/3 cups rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup dry milk powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup wheat germ&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup unsweetened dried coconut&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup dried apricots, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup dried mango, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup slivered raw almonds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procedure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;Preheat oven to 350°F. Lightly grease a 9 x 13 inch pan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;In a large bowl, mix honey, peanut butter, vanilla, and eggs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;In a separate bowl, stir together the rest of the ingredients. Stir this mixture into the peanut butter mixture to make a uniform dough. Press it into the pan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;Bake until golden brown, about 25 minutes. Cut into bars while still warm but allow to cool completely in the pan. Wrap each bar individually and store in an airtight container for up to 1 week, or freeze for up to 1 month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used apricots and mangos because that’s what my husband requested, and almonds because I had some left over from making granola. Feel free to substitute other fruits and nuts or add chocolate chips, and leave me a comment about what you came up with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-6283543349533738806?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6283543349533738806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=6283543349533738806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6283543349533738806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/6283543349533738806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/09/jumping-over-clif.html' title='Jumping over the Clif'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2240729490468814417</id><published>2009-09-10T16:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:29:47.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Food's more fun with dip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/blog/the-eat-more-fruits-and-veggies-challenge-revisited"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.heavenlyhomemakers.com/images/fruitsandveggiessm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we haven't officially taken the Eat More Fruits and Veggies challenge over at &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/blog/the-eat-more-fruits-and-veggies-challenge-revisited"&gt;Heavenly Homemakers&lt;/a&gt; (one of my new favorite sites), we've been trying to do just that: eat more fruits and veggies. We like veggies but I'm a lazy lunch lady. Because it takes time to cut all those buggers into finger-sized pieces, lunch often is eaten with a lone baby carrot or scoop of applesauce to "count" as our selection from the produce section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's a mom to do? Serve dip, of course! Dip makes everyone beg for peppers and cucumbers and cherry tomatoes, making Mom feel like a heel for saying, "No. Eat chips." But the veggie dip from the market is a chemical slough and the &lt;em&gt;Unseen Ranch of the Lowlands&lt;/em&gt; mix is full of all sorts of mystery items. Even the recipe from an old cookbook included MSG as an ingredient! So this afternoon I started playing around with some recipes, starting with a &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/blog/healthy-homemade-salad-dressing-ideas"&gt;ranch dressing mix recipe &lt;/a&gt;I found at &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/blog/"&gt;Heavenly Homemakers&lt;/a&gt;. This is what I came up with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veggie Dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(makes 2 cups)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;16 oz. container of sour cream&lt;/span&gt; (I like &lt;em&gt;Daisy&lt;/em&gt; brand. It contains one ingredient: cultured cream. Yay.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3 3/4 tsp. dried minced onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 3/4 tsp. dried parsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1/4 tsp. garlic powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2-3 drops of hot pepper sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1/2 tsp. dried dill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mix spices into sour cream and refrigerate at least a few hours for flavors to marry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2240729490468814417?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2240729490468814417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2240729490468814417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2240729490468814417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2240729490468814417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-we-havent-officially-taken-eat.html' title='Food&apos;s more fun with dip'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1704183782999603486</id><published>2009-08-31T22:12:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:19:57.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>What's your obsession?</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned before, I'm reading Sam Storms' &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1857929527/ref=s9_simz_gw_s0_p14_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0J46RC717941PGK0C2AD&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;One Thing: Developing a Passion for the Beauty of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Great book. Highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storms pins the cause of lackluster faith and boredom with Christianity on our inability to see past petty pleasures to the encompassing greatness of God. We have no sense of anticipation for Christ's return because we have not come to love and yearn for the Bridegroom Himself and the future He's secured for us. Instead we muddle around in the mire of earth, thinking God is pleased with our little trinkets and tokens. Our hearts are not bound to our Savior in the glory of heaven, hence we have little (if any) understanding of David's declaration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You make know to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at your right hand are pleasures forevermore." Psalm 16:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Psalm 16 is delicious. Brimming with sweet communion and long held trust, it is a love poem, a declaration of enduring, passionate commitment on behalf of both the speaker and the hearer, the poet and His God. David was a shepherd. He'd sat on the hills of Bethlehem and seen the wonders of the stars. He'd heard the stories of God's faithfulness passed down through the generations. He knew that the pleasures of God far outweighed the pleasures of sin. He was obsessed with the true beauty of his God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want this kind of passion for God; mere obedience void of emotion is not enough. There is something more spiritual, more Spirit induced, about it. Storms quotes Mark Bickle, saying, "It take God to love God."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Loving God requires a loving God. We will be passionate for him only so far as he is passionate for us. To love God as we were made to love him requires and antecedent love in God for those whom he has made. He must take the initiative. He must reveal the depths and extent of his commitment to us and the delight in his heart for broken people. Only then will our slumbering and self-centered souls be aroused to seek him with all our hearts and relish the revelation of himself in the person of his Son, the man Christ Jesus." ~Sam Storms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do we understand the passion of God for us? I know I don't; I haven't been looking. But &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1857929527/ref=s9_simz_gw_s0_p14_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0J46RC717941PGK0C2AD&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Thing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has pulled back the curtain a bit more for me and challenged me to "Taste and see the the Lord is good" and know that "His love endures forever." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;set your hope fully&lt;/span&gt; on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ." 1 Peter 1:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fixing our eyes on Jesus&lt;/span&gt;, the author and perfecter of faith..." Hebrews 12:1-2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Set your minds&lt;/span&gt; on things that are above..." Colossians 3:1-2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen..." 2 Corinthians 4:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1704183782999603486?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1704183782999603486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1704183782999603486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1704183782999603486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1704183782999603486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-your-obsession.html' title='What&apos;s your obsession?'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1507737683374299002</id><published>2009-08-27T22:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:45:34.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>It's Complicated</title><content type='html'>"Round and round she goes; where she stops, nobody knows." This little ditty tends to encapsulate my life. Imagine a less funny Lucile Ball, jumping head-first into the latest idea on the "best way" to live the Christian life. The result is the same--a complete mess--but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very wise friend of mine put her velvet hammer to me the other day about, as she put it, "Making things too complicated." She pointed out that I tend to gravitate towards "fringe folks" with a lot of rules for life that are not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biblically&lt;/span&gt; prescribed. Rules like parent like this, wear this, eat this, etc. I thought I was just searching for the "right way" to do things, but my friend pointed out that I'm much more of a people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt; than I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We become like those we spend time with. Why? It's more than just picking up traits via familiarity; we want to be accepted, to be in the circle. Over the years I've changed everything from my hairstyle to my peanut butter brand in order to be loved by others. I thought I wanted it easy: just tell me the rules and let me follow them for a good result. Until it gets to hard. Or doesn't work. Then I'll switch programs. But that's just the problem. I switch programs. Instead of being satisfied with what the Lord has for me and my people, I want to buy into someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out what all of this means. I know it means setting aside other people's expectations of my food, housekeeping, and child rearing, as well as not burdening others with my expectations of them. It means following the Lord in loving people more than rules. It means bowing before a God Who is so much bigger than law. It means much grace and fewer gurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said to the exiles in Babylon, "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil to give you a future and a hope" (Jeremiah 29:11).   Can I not believe that He has His own crazy plan for my life, too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1507737683374299002?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1507737683374299002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1507737683374299002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1507737683374299002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1507737683374299002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s Complicated'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1406889888946381222</id><published>2009-08-21T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:35:25.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Real (Junk) Food</title><content type='html'>After years of consuming stuff from a box we've been switching to real food, you know, things that come out of the ground or from an animal. Real food taste different. It has more texture and deeper flavor and, for the most part, does not turn to mush in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question we've faced from our kids and even from our own "inner children" is, "But does it taste good?" I can confidently tell you, "It depends." Some things are just too strange for our tastebuds. Some things take getting used to. Other things are amazing from the get-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get most of my recipes from other bloggers and today I figured I'd share the wealth by listing some of our favorite real junk food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alton Brown has the best recipe for &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/onion-dip-from-scratch-recipe/index.html"&gt;onion dip&lt;/a&gt;.   Move over Heluva Good and pass the kettle chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi's "&lt;a href="http://www.thenourishinggourmet.com/2008/09/nourishing-and-scrumptious-mounds-candy-bars.html"&gt;Mounds" Bars&lt;/a&gt; are my husband's favorite candy treat.  They're very rich; I put mine in mini muffin tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can argue with oatmeal that tastes like peanut butter cookies?  I swap sucanat for the brown sugar but otherwise make Lynn's &lt;a href="http://www.lynnskitchenadventures.com/2009/05/peanut-butter-baked-oatmeal.html"&gt;Peanut Butter Baked Oatmeal &lt;/a&gt;as written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Laura's &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/blog/healthy-treat-for-today-whole-wheat-cinnamon-rolls"&gt;whole wheat cinnamon rolls &lt;/a&gt;for Bubba's birthday breakfast.  They also make a delicious desert.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back we switched from soda pop to Naleczowianka sparkling water with a splash of juice or a slice of lemon.  Over the last few months we've taken a liking to &lt;a href="http://www.laurelfarms.com/"&gt;kombucha&lt;/a&gt;, a fermented tea explained by Betsy Pryor.  It's fizzy and tart and probiotic to boot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1406889888946381222?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1406889888946381222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1406889888946381222' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1406889888946381222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1406889888946381222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-junk-food.html' title='Real (Junk) Food'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1510735744590840521</id><published>2009-08-19T15:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:48:26.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Obdurate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had to look it up. This was a word I'd never heard before but its contextual usage by Sam Storms told me it was not complimentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I don't believe it's possible to truly understand and appreciate the great things of God without being stirred with passion and zeal and joy and delight and fervor. Only &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;obdurate&lt;/span&gt; spiritual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blindness&lt;/span&gt; prevents the human soul from being greatly impressed and powerfully moved by the revelation of such eternal splendor." ~Sam Storms, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thing-Storms-Sam/dp/1857929527/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1250804283&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;One Thing: Developing a Passion for the Beauty of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thing-Storms-Sam/dp/1857929527/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1250804283&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet as I read and study and plead with God for relief of the dryness in my soul I remain obdurate. Hardened. Resistant to persuasion or softening influences. "God, show me your glory," is a constant cry of my heart that seems to echo like footsteps on a marble floor in an empty, quiet, massive room. "How can I know so much about You and still have to ask, 'Where are You, God?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Worship in eminently practical because adoring and affectionate praise is what restores our sense of ultimate value. It exposes the worthless and temporary and tawdry stuff of this world. Worship energizes the heart to seek satisfaction in Jesus alone. In worship we are reminded that this world is fleeting and unworthy of our heart's devotion. Worship connects our souls with the transcendent power of God and awakens in us appreciation for true beauty. It pulls back the veil of deception and exposes the ugliness of sin and Satan. Worship is a joyful rebuke of the world. When our hearts are riveted on Jesus everything else in life becomes so utterly unnecessary and we become far less demanding." ~Sam Storms, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thing-Storms-Sam/dp/1857929527/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1250804283&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;One Thing: Developing a Passion for the Beauty of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was taking my groceries up from the car last night when from the driveway comes a cry of, "Mom! Come quickly!" I thought someone was hurt or another red fox was in our yard. No, my son had seen the greatness of God. Last night was dark and clear and he wanted to point out the big dipper. The stars were amazing! My cry of, "Where are you, God?" was not only answered, but had been there since the beginning of time.  I just wasn't looking past the end of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372162774473466482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/So3BlJgRYnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/5160sXN-CwQ/s320/P9040034.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"O, Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You have set your glory above the heavens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Out of the mouths of babes and infants, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you have established strength &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of your foes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to still the enemy and the avenger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what is man that you are mindful of him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and the son of man that you care for him?" ~Psalm 8:1-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372162759401558386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/So3BkRW2UXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/3Ja3CVenXG4/s320/P9050061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been missing out on worship because I've been obdurate. I've chosen not to bend the knee but, like the Pharisees, requested a sign. My focus has been on my dryness instead of His rivers of living water. Yet, true to His merciful character, He is opening my eyes to the signs He's already given.   Romans 1 says that His divine nature can be seen in creation.   I want to suck in the beauty of God, to revel in His majestic display of His glory, and to be changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photos taken at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuyahoga&lt;/span&gt; Valley National Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1510735744590840521?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1510735744590840521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1510735744590840521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1510735744590840521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1510735744590840521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/08/obdurate.html' title='Obdurate'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/So3BlJgRYnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/5160sXN-CwQ/s72-c/P9040034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3998095112233487139</id><published>2009-08-18T17:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:34:54.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>The magical fruit</title><content type='html'>I never used to eat beans except the green variety coated in mushroom soup and covered with french fried onion rings. Then I met the sweetest boy from Texas...and married him! Let me tell you, this girl from Ohio was shocked to find they eat all sorts of beans and the cardboardiest cornbread you've ever tasted not just as a run-of-the-mill fare, but on holidays, too. So I've learned to take the sugar out of my cornbread and smack it on the lips of my boy, and cook up everything from pintos to black eyed peas. (Sorry Dallas family, I have yet to embraced the greens. Yuk.) Not only is it tasty but frugal, as well. Because we eat so many, I soak dry beans and cook a couple pounds at a time in my crock pot and freeze them, saving myself a few more pennies, but canned will work just as well. This was today's dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Beans and Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 lb. bacon, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 banana peppers, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2-15 oz. cans black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;1-14.5 oz canned diced tomatoes with juice&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 Tbs. chili powder&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. oregano&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put water in a pot and bring to a boil. Add rice and cook for 45 minutes while you chop veggies for beans and make cornbread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large skillet, cook bacon until lightly browned. Add onions, garlic and banana peppers. Cook until softened. Add beans, tomatoes and seasonings and cook until thickened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve beans over rice and serve with a cucumber salad and &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/blog/"&gt;Laura's&lt;/a&gt; whole wheat &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/blog/cornbread-muffins"&gt;cornbread muffins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3998095112233487139?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3998095112233487139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3998095112233487139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3998095112233487139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3998095112233487139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-fruit.html' title='The magical fruit'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-4286107082014674342</id><published>2009-07-28T15:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:28:46.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Summer Eats</title><content type='html'>This has been a fresh foods summer for our family. Slowly but surely I've been working my little gaggle toward eating very little processed food and finding out what real food is supposed to taste like. We picked the strawberries from our garden to make jam out of just the berries and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt;-bit of maple syrup thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.pomonapectin.com/"&gt;Pomona's Universal Pectin&lt;/a&gt; that doesn't require sugar to set.  We signed up for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSA&lt;/span&gt; with a couple local farmers and have eaten such exciting things as beets and kohlrabi.  And together with a friend we bought our first side of local beef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are my kids happy?  Yes and no.  They'd rather have Cheerios than oatmeal, but they found they loved &lt;a href="http://www.fourtwoseven.com/chocolate-beet-cake"&gt;chocolate beet cake&lt;/a&gt; and zucchini crisp.   Because they're already veggie and bean eaters we've had no trouble setting aside the "normal" foods in exchange for some crazy delicious new ones, and I love not having to stoke up the oven on warm days.  Here's what we ate today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut Butter Noodles with Steamed Vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(serves 6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring a pot of water to a boil for noodles.  While waiting, prepare sauce and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. honey&lt;br /&gt;1/4-1/2 tsp. ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic, crushed&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle of cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare veggies--you can use any and as many as you like, these are just what we picked up today at the farmers market:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinly sliced red cabbage&lt;br /&gt;sugar snap peas&lt;br /&gt;carrots, peeled and julienned&lt;br /&gt;zucchini, julienned&lt;br /&gt;summer squash, julienned&lt;br /&gt;green onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a package of whole wheat spaghetti noodles to boiling water.  Lightly steam vegetables in another pot.  When both are done, toss together in a large bowl with sauce and a cup or so of peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I derived our"tame" recipe after trying The Nourishing Gourmet's &lt;a href="http://www.thenourishinggourmet.com/2008/04/asian-noodle-salad-2.html"&gt;Asian Noodle Salad&lt;/a&gt; which my kids found too strong.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-4286107082014674342?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4286107082014674342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=4286107082014674342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4286107082014674342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4286107082014674342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-eats.html' title='Summer Eats'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1717829815321746455</id><published>2009-06-23T13:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:03:14.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm chewing on this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Kingdom is to be in the midst of your enemies.  And he who will not suffer this does not want to be of the Kingdom of Christ; he wants to be among friends, to sit among roses and lilies, not with the bad people but the devout people.  O you blasphemers and betrayers of Christ!  If Christ had done what you are doing who would ever have been spared?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; Martin Luther quoted by Dietrich Bonhoeffer in &lt;em&gt;Life Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1717829815321746455?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1717829815321746455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1717829815321746455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1717829815321746455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1717829815321746455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-chewing-on-this.html' title='I&apos;m chewing on this'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1958806715941346056</id><published>2009-06-08T17:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:00:18.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Maybe I've said enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345109225412919298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Si2khVpmgAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/soF1ghE-Aw0/s320/P9080029.JPG" /&gt;Have you ever gotten to the place where you have nothing of value left to say? I'm there; I've been there for a while, and I got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;'. Maybe it's part of the &lt;a href="http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolution.html"&gt;humility study&lt;/a&gt; I took on this year. Maybe it's God putting a guard at my mouth and asking me to shut up long enough to listen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345109221194093442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Si2khF7wU4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/rQjzVz9Ou1k/s320/P9080015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I'm trying to absorb and apply what I've learned from Paul Miller's book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Walked-Among-Us-Learning/dp/1576832406/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244502856&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Love Walked Among Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, while diving head-first into Andrew Murray's &lt;a href="http://www.worldinvisible.com/library/murray/5f00.0565/5f00.0565.c.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humility&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Loving like Jesus means dying to self, that much I get. But putting it into practice is another gigantic matter all together. I rarely get it right, choosing to love like me and asking God to bless it, and akin to the disciples, my heart is often hard even after I've seen Jesus do a huge work (Mark 6:52). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345109232058198802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Si2khuZ9axI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZCjCjrEvSR4/s320/P9070088.JPG" /&gt;I need to be still now and listen for the God Who is not silent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures taken at Hocking Hills State Park, Ohio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1958806715941346056?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1958806715941346056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1958806715941346056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1958806715941346056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1958806715941346056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-ive-said-enough.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ve said enough'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Si2khVpmgAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/soF1ghE-Aw0/s72-c/P9080029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2346580805400718304</id><published>2009-05-25T17:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:24:17.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Eat your veggies for dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/ShsnNxmyyTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_lsa-4s0dP4/s1600-h/rhubarb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339904900785686834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/ShsnNxmyyTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_lsa-4s0dP4/s200/rhubarb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love rhubarb. It's tart and tangy , cooks up a pretty shade of pink, and is easy to grow in my garden. It's good stewed over ice cream or cooked into muffins, but nothing beats a rhubarb pie. It's the vegetable version of sour gummy worms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside to rhubarb is my dear husband. He won't even try the stuff; calls it red celery. So unless I want to eat the entire pie by myself, I have to find someone else who loves rhubarb, and most of them are in nursing homes! Come on, people under 80! Try something old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To encourage a return to the "good ol' days" of rhubarb eating, I'm posting my favorite pie recipe. So run, don't walk, to your nearest green grocer (or pull it out of your elderly neighbors yard), purchase a bunch of red celery, and bake up a pie tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhubarb Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(this is the recipe my mom uses from an old Betty Crocker cookbook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepare pastry for a two-crust pie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups all purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 plus 2 Tbsp. shortening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 to 6 Tbsp. cold water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Measure flour and salt into mixing bowl. With pastry blender, cut in shortening until particles are the size of peas. Sprinkle in water bit by bit, mixing until all flour is moistened and dough almost cleans the sides of the bowl. Roll out two crusts. Line 9" pie plate with one and fold the other in quarters, making slits on the folds for vents. Set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make filling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-3/4 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. grated orange peel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 cups cut up fresh rhubarb (1/2 inch pieces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Tbsp. butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 425. Stir together flour, sugar, and orange peel. Put half of the rhubarb into the pastry-lined pie plate, sprinkle with half the sugar mixture, and repeat with remaining rhubarb and sugar mixture. Dot with butter and cover with top crust. Seal the edges. Bake for 40-50 minutes. You may need to lay foil over the top if the crust starts to brown. I cook mine with a cookie sheet underneath to avoid cleaning the oven if the rhubarb spills over. Cool to room temperature before eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is dedicated to my Mom and Dad (who are not over 80) for driving out for the weekend and sharing my pie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2346580805400718304?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2346580805400718304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2346580805400718304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2346580805400718304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2346580805400718304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/05/eat-your-veggies-for-desert.html' title='Eat your veggies for dessert'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/ShsnNxmyyTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_lsa-4s0dP4/s72-c/rhubarb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3225527619953081060</id><published>2009-05-24T20:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:25:10.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Scream'n</title><content type='html'>You scream. I scream. We all scream for ice cream! What's the first weekend of the summer without ice cream? We've tried to pare our consumption of refined sugars down to a bare minimum around here, but that didn't keep us from enjoying this terrific ice cream reminiscent of the amazing Coconut Almond Chip at Katie's Corner, a tiny local homemade ice cream joint that operates out of the old FotoMat (remember those?) in my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Shn9ykXR77I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rVuVpNYFC3k/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339577878421041074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Shn9ykXR77I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rVuVpNYFC3k/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coconut Almond Chip Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-14 oz. can coconut milk (I use the Thai Kitchen full-fat kind)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups half-and-half&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup maple syrup (the kind that comes from trees, not Mrs. Butterworth's)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup unsweetened coconut flakes&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup mini chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup almonds, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together coconut milk, half-and-half, and maple syrup. Pour into ice cream maker and freeze according to your machine's directions. About five minutes before it's finished, add coconut, chocolate chips and almonds. Scoop into a covered container and freeze for a few hours to ripen flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to contract my serious addiction to naturally sweetened ice creams, the &lt;a href="http://www.thenourishinggourmet.com/"&gt;Nourishing Gourmet &lt;/a&gt;has some wonderful recipes. She writes from a dairy-free perspective, but having no dairy allergies, we like to replace at least half the coconut milk with half-and-half. Her &lt;a href="http://www.thenourishinggourmet.com/2008/07/raspberry-coconut-milk-ice-cream.html"&gt;raspberry&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thenourishinggourmet.com/2008/10/decadent-pumpkin-pie-ice-cream.html"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/a&gt; are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the summer begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3225527619953081060?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3225527619953081060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3225527619953081060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3225527619953081060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3225527619953081060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/05/screamn.html' title='Scream&apos;n'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Shn9ykXR77I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rVuVpNYFC3k/s72-c/IMG_1034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2531872752008898116</id><published>2009-05-18T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:12:01.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Therefore We Have Hope</title><content type='html'>For &lt;a href="http://astirringlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becki&lt;/a&gt; today--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/91kpjiqxmcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/91kpjiqxmcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play it loud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2531872752008898116?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2531872752008898116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2531872752008898116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2531872752008898116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2531872752008898116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/05/therefore-we-have-hope.html' title='Therefore We Have Hope'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2005596801524112157</id><published>2009-05-12T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:59:23.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Do you buy it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thatmom.com"&gt;That Mom&lt;/a&gt; give an &lt;a href="http://thatmom.wordpress.com/2009/05/10/details-of-the-homeschooling-leadership-summit-agenda/"&gt;interesting synopsis &lt;/a&gt;of the impending manifesto from the Homeschooling Leadership Summit.  Quite an agenda given "In the name of the Lord."  Caveat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emptor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2005596801524112157?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2005596801524112157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2005596801524112157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2005596801524112157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2005596801524112157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-buy-it.html' title='Do you buy it?'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7624527508402953548</id><published>2009-05-01T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:40:31.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Click and Save</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thecafe.canonpress.org/blog/2009/05/01/its-here-2/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330895560989144930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SfslRLd292I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Wdt9fiohLXw/s320/123-top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecafe.canonpress.org/blog/2009/05/01/its-here-2/"&gt;Cannon Press&lt;/a&gt; is having a bottom dollar sale this week. Two of our favorite books are going for a song: &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canonpress.org/shop/item.asp?itemid=1385"&gt;Trial and Triumph: Stories From Church History&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for $1, and &lt;a href="http://www.canonpress.org/shop/item.asp?itemid=1382"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Future Men&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for $2. They have lots of other goodies as well. &lt;a href="http://thecafe.canonpress.org/blog/2009/05/01/its-here-2/"&gt; Click&lt;/a&gt; on over and take a peek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7624527508402953548?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7624527508402953548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7624527508402953548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7624527508402953548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7624527508402953548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/05/click-and-save.html' title='Click and Save'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SfslRLd292I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Wdt9fiohLXw/s72-c/123-top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2911665324244278796</id><published>2009-04-30T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:44:19.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/04/conversation-fears-first-step-of-faith.html"&gt;excellent post&lt;/a&gt; from Ann Voskamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2911665324244278796?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2911665324244278796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2911665324244278796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2911665324244278796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2911665324244278796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-excellent-post-from-ann-voskamp.html' title=''/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1513511231609914730</id><published>2009-04-24T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:04:10.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>If God is good, why is life often so hard?  Doesn't the Bible say that "Those who seek the Lord lack no good thing" (Psalm 34:10)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do long-awaited children receive cancer diagnoses?  Why are new brides left widows?  Why do loved and prayed for babies enter heaven instead of earth?  Why do couples silently suffer the pain of an empty womb? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any answers.  Yet I can't believe, as &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Things-Happen-Good-People/dp/0380603926"&gt;Rabi Kushner&lt;/a&gt;, that an all loving and all powerful God would not allow bad things to happen to good people, that He must either not be loving, or not be powerful.   We have too limited a view of what is going on around us.  God, however, sees from the beginning of time until the end.  He knew Christ would die a hideous death before Adam and Eve ever sinned in the garden, and that through that death we'd find life.  He knew that Abraham would never own an inch of the land promised to him, and yet hundreds of years later millions of Israelites would take the place by storm.  He knew that David's mighty kingdom that was to last forever would crumble the minute his son Solomon's body was cold, and yet his Son will sit on the throne for all eternity.   I guess all I can offer is that sometimes love and power just don't look quite right from our eye level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am sure of is that this world, all of it and all of us, are anxiously waiting for redemption.  Even the most beautiful things about life are not as they were created to be, and no matter how many pretty Band-aids we slap on, only Jesus can fix what's broken.  Take a look at how Paul says it in Romans 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God.  For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.  For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now.  And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.  For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.  (Romans 8:18-25)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue why so many folks around me are experiencing very painful suffering.  I don't have any idea what God has in mind for their troubles or for my own.  All I can offer is the thousands year old plea of  Asaph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whom have I in heaven but you?  And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.  My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."  Psalm 73:25-26&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come quickly, Lord Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1513511231609914730?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1513511231609914730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1513511231609914730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1513511231609914730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1513511231609914730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7781139329525636128</id><published>2009-04-15T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:36:46.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Let’s Dish! Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do your kids sit still in Sunday morning service?  Let’s just say mine are “statically challenged.”  And it doesn’t help when their breakfasts have worn off by the time they get to church.  I want them to have a good dose of protein to help them keep their minds on the Lord instead of on their tummies.  With little time to fuss on Sundays, I usually make one of these easy freezer-friendly egg breakfast dishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French Toast Casserole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 cups bread cubes&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar, divided&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;butter&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grease an 8x8 pan.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put bread cubes in pan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beat together eggs, milk, 2 Tbsp. sugar, and vanilla.  Pour over bread.  (If you’re going to freeze it, do so here.)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(If frozen, thaw before this step.) Combine remaining sugar and cinnamon.  Sprinkle over the top.  Dot with butter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bake at 350 for 50 minutes.  Serve with pancake syrup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crustless Quiche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Makes 2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 cups cheddar cheese, shredded&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cooked ham, sausage or bacon, diced&lt;br /&gt;veggies of your choice, diced&lt;br /&gt;6 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. dry mustard&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grease two pie plates.  Mix cheese with flour and divide evenly between the plates.  Do the same with meat and veggies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beat together eggs, milk and seasonings.  Pour half into each pie plate.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To freeze:  cover with wax paper and foil.  Thaw before cooking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To cook:  bake at 400 degrees for 40 minutes or until filling is set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7781139329525636128?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7781139329525636128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7781139329525636128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7781139329525636128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7781139329525636128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-dish-day-6.html' title='Let’s Dish! Day 6'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1837950954805826190</id><published>2009-04-14T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:32:06.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Let’s Dish! Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love Tex-Mex food.&amp;#160; When I was prego with the girly-girl it was all I wanted to eat.&amp;#160; So here’s a recipe for crock-pot enchiladas that will make you wanna slap yo mamma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crock-pot Enchiladas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1 lb ground beef    &lt;br /&gt;2 fresh jalapeños, diced (and seeded if you don’t want the heat)     &lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, diced     &lt;br /&gt;2 cans pinto beans (I soak and cook 1 cup dried—extra yum!)     &lt;br /&gt;1 large jar of salsa     &lt;br /&gt;1 package of taco seasoning (or homemade equivalent)     &lt;br /&gt;1 lb. sharp cheddar cheese, shredded     &lt;br /&gt;1 package flour tortillas     &lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brown ground beef with onions and jalapeños.&amp;#160; Drain meat and mix in pintos, salsa, taco seasoning, salt and pepper.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Layer meat mixture, tortillas and cheese in your crock-pot, ending with cheese on top.&amp;#160; Cook on high 2-3 hours or low 4-6 hours.&amp;#160; Serve with sour cream, green onions, and &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/pico_de_gallo_a/"&gt;pico&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you want to make this ahead, put it all together and stick it in the fridge overnight, then pull it out to cook it the next day.&amp;#160; This recipe easily doubles for a crowd.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1837950954805826190?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1837950954805826190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1837950954805826190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1837950954805826190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1837950954805826190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-dish-day-5.html' title='Let’s Dish! Day 5'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2156609512935285760</id><published>2009-04-09T17:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:18:23.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Early tomorrow morning a small child will lose a kidney and gain a new chance at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322825450141315394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sd55i50U8UI/AAAAAAAAAvA/1GxtDxnb4mw/s320/m.DAAdijnGDAwhBnyV%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Milligan&lt;/span&gt; is my second cousin's little miracle baby. Kirk and his wife had prayed for a child for years and were blessed with a baby girl last April. A few months ago Reese was diagnosed with kidney cancer. She's been through many tests, scans, and a round of chemo and tomorrow she will have surgery to remove the tumors on her kidneys and likely the entire left kidney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for Reese and her family. Pray that the doctors will have great wisdom and skill and might even be able to leave the left kidney. Pray for Reese's subsequent healing. And pray that God will grant great strength and peace to Kirk and Jenn as they bear witness to and walk humbly before their loving Heavenly Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the rest of their story &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/reesiecup"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE FROM KIRK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The surgery went well, although long. They were able to salvage the left kidney. They removed about 1/3 of it. The surgeon felt he could remove the tumor (size of a small egg) without destroying the kidney. So, we are very happy about that. However, she is not out of the woods yet. The initial pathology on the removed portion showed some cancer cells along the border of the part that was removed. So, that indicates there are probably some cancer cells along the corresponding border of the part of the kidney that remained. We are awaiting the results of a detailed pathology to determine whether or not those cells are dead or alive. Results will be in 48 hours. If the cells are dead, then no worries. If they are alive, and they survive the remaining chemo treatments (thru Jun/July), then the doc will go back in and remove the kidney.&lt;br /&gt;With regards to the right kidney, the small tumor (fingernail size) was removed without complications."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2156609512935285760?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2156609512935285760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2156609512935285760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2156609512935285760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2156609512935285760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/Sd55i50U8UI/AAAAAAAAAvA/1GxtDxnb4mw/s72-c/m.DAAdijnGDAwhBnyV%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7270547883291585908</id><published>2009-04-08T09:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:36:53.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is . . . the difference between the joy of the hypocrite, and the joy of the true saint.&amp;#160; The [hypocrite] rejoices in himself; self is the first foundation of his joy: the [true saint] rejoices in God . . . True saints have their minds, in the first place, inexpressibly pleased and delighted with the sweet ideas of the glorious and amiable nature of the things of God.&amp;#160; And this is the spring of all their delights, and the cream of all their pleasures . . . But the dependence of the affections of hypocrites is in a contrary order: they first rejoice . . . that they are made so much of by God; and then on that ground, he seems in a sort, lovely to them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~Jonathan Edwards, &lt;em&gt;The Religions Affections&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God help me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7270547883291585908?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7270547883291585908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7270547883291585908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7270547883291585908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7270547883291585908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-issue.html' title='Heart Issue'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2500707584668253874</id><published>2009-04-07T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:05:41.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Let’s Dish!  Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Over the past few years I've struggled to find the meaning of &amp;quot;healthy eating.&amp;quot;&amp;#160; Does it mean raw, organic, free range, low carb, or low fat?&amp;#160; I still don't have perfect answers on those buzz words, but I do know it means consuming fewer processed foods.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; But processed foods are fast and readily accepted by the little people around here and many of my casserole dishes contain at least one highly processed ingredient.&amp;#160; Being that I already prepare a lot from scratch, including biscuits, salad dressings, pancakes, and brownies, I figured I'd try my hand and un-processing those needed ingredients.&amp;#160; Here are a few that work from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/More-Less-Cookbook-World-Community/dp/083619263X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1239163023&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The More-with-Less Cookbook&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-canned Cream of Mushroom Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1/4 cup mushrooms, chopped   &lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. onion, grated or finely chopped    &lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp. butter    &lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp. flour    &lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt    &lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sauté mushrooms and onions in butter.&amp;#160; Blend in flour and salt and stir until bubbly.&amp;#160; Slowly add milk, whisking all the while to prevent lumps.&amp;#160; Cook until thickened.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-canned Cream of Chicken Soup&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3 Tbsp. butter   &lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp. flour    &lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt    &lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. poultry seasoning or sage    &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk     &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chicken broth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Melt butter.&amp;#160; Blend in flour, spices and salt and stir until bubbly.&amp;#160; Slowly add milk and broth, whisking all the while to prevent lumps.&amp;#160; Cook until thickened.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My next attempt is stuffing mix from scratch.&amp;#160; I haven’t tried it, but the &lt;a href="http://www.tammysrecipes.com/homemade_chicken_stuffing_mix"&gt;Homemade Chicken Stuffing Mix&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.tammysrecipes.com/"&gt;Tammy’s Recipes&lt;/a&gt; looks pretty good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2500707584668253874?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2500707584668253874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2500707584668253874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2500707584668253874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2500707584668253874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-dish-day-4.html' title='Let’s Dish!  Day 4'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3097936440079400402</id><published>2009-04-03T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:45:14.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Let’s Dish! Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before discovering her family had numerous food allergies, my friend &lt;a href="http://www.cornforthadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anika&lt;/a&gt; and I used to get together for a day and cook a month’s worth of meals for our freezers.&amp;#160; This is one of the recipes I acquired from her:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spaghetti Pie      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(makes 2 pie plates)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;1-8 oz. package cream cheese, softened    &lt;br /&gt;1-16 oz. tub sour cream     &lt;br /&gt;1 bunch green onions     &lt;br /&gt;1 lb. box spaghetti noodles     &lt;br /&gt;1 jar spaghetti sauce     &lt;br /&gt;1 lb. ground beef, cooked and drained     &lt;br /&gt;cheddar cheese&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Cook spaghetti.&amp;#160; Meanwhile, mix cream cheese, sour cream and onions in a very large bowl.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Place hot drained spaghetti into bowl with cream cheese mixture and toss until combined.&amp;#160; Place half of spaghetti mixture into two greased pie plates.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Combine meat and spaghetti sauce.&amp;#160; Top the spaghetti in the pie plates with meat sauce.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Do not mix.&amp;#160; Sprinkle with cheddar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;For tonight:&amp;#160; Bake at 400 until bubbly, about 25-30 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;For later:&amp;#160; Cover and place in freezer.&amp;#160; When ready to use, thaw completely and then bake as directed above.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;This is terrific with garlic bread and a green salad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3097936440079400402?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3097936440079400402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3097936440079400402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3097936440079400402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3097936440079400402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-dish-day-3.html' title='Let’s Dish! Day 3'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7144563734815934435</id><published>2009-04-02T12:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:13:54.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Let’s Dish! Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I was growing up my family was never into casseroles; my father didn't like them.&amp;#160; All casseroles except this one:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken and String Bean Casserole&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;(serves 8)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is just like the green bean casserole you eat during the holidays, but with chicken added.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Combine and mix well:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1 can condensed cream of mushroom soup    &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk     &lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt     &lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. pepper     &lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. soy sauce&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fold in:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3 cups chopped cooked chicken&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1 16oz. package green beans, thawed and drained (we like French style)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1/3 cup chopped onions&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pour into casserole dish, cover, and bake at 350 for 45 minutes.&amp;#160; Uncover and top with &lt;a href="http://www.frenchs.com/product_ffo.php"&gt;French fried onion rings&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; Return to oven for 7 minutes.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Terrific served with &lt;a href="http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatcha-got-cookin.html"&gt;corn muffins&lt;/a&gt; or crescent rolls and a green salad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7144563734815934435?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7144563734815934435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7144563734815934435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7144563734815934435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7144563734815934435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-dish-day-2.html' title='Let’s Dish! Day 2'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-2560040032116143990</id><published>2009-04-01T19:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:22:05.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Let’s Dish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Being a homeschool mom can be exhausting, to say the least.&amp;#160; I think I get most of my exercise circling the table as my three little chickadees keep chirping, &amp;quot;Mom.&amp;#160; Mom. Mom.&amp;quot;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Being at home all day does have its benefits:&amp;#160; we can school&amp;#160; in our pj's or take the dog on a walk for PE.&amp;#160; But after taking a look around, I've decided that living in this house 24/7 is starting to take a toll on our dwelling.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Average families exit the house for a while most every day, leaving only their pets to make a mess.&amp;#160; We, on the other hand, canvas every room all day long, emptying toy bins, spreading out books, flushing toilets, dirtying dishes, the list goes on and on.&amp;#160; I have trouble keeping my house &amp;quot;respectable&amp;quot; clean, let alone &amp;quot;Better Homes and Gardens&amp;quot; clean.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then there's the food.&amp;#160; We're hungry Americans: not only do we have to eat it, but our lives often revolve around it.&amp;#160; With the schooling and the laundry and the cleaning, gourmet has gone out the window and family-friendly has come sailing in.&amp;#160; Whether you call it a covered dish, a casserole, or a hot dish, the one pot meal has supplied my hungry hoard with balanced meals and given me those much needed moments to fold my laundry, sweep my floors, and even blog occasionally!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Throughout the month of April I intend to share some of our family's favorite casseroles, many of which make two meals, one to eat and one to freeze, starting with tonight's dinner,&amp;#160; Cordon Bleu Bake.&amp;#160; ( Sorry there's no photo, the lions were circling! ) If you have any dishes to share on your blog, please leave a link&amp;#160; in the comments.&amp;#160; I’m always looking for good ideas!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cordon Bleu Bake      &lt;br /&gt;(makes 2 pans)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found this recipe while perusing one of the Taste of Home publications (can’t remember which one) at the piano teacher’s house.&amp;#160; I like the fact that all of the ingredients are available at Aldi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2 packages stuffing mix    &lt;br /&gt;1 can condensed cream of mushroom soup     &lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk     &lt;br /&gt;8 cups cooked cubed chicken     &lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. pepper     &lt;br /&gt;3/4 lb. deli ham, cut in 1” strips     &lt;br /&gt;3 cups shredded cheddar cheese     &lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded Swiss cheese&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Prepare stuffing as directed on the box.&amp;#160; Combine soup and milk and set aside.&amp;#160; Divide chicken between two 9x13 greased dishes.&amp;#160; Sprinkle with pepper.&amp;#160; Top with ham, Swiss, 1 cup cheddar, soup mixture, and stuffing.&amp;#160; Sprinkle with remaining cheddar.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For tonight:&amp;#160; Bake covered at 350 for 45 minutes.&amp;#160; Uncover and bake another 10 to 15 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For later:&amp;#160; Cover and freeze.&amp;#160; When ready to use, thaw in refrigerator.&amp;#160; Set on the counter for 30 minutes before baking as directed above.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-2560040032116143990?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2560040032116143990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=2560040032116143990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2560040032116143990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/2560040032116143990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-dish.html' title='Let’s Dish!'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-4120296810530373337</id><published>2009-03-06T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:18:45.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pox!  Yo, Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My children have the chickenpox.  All three of them.  This would be of little consequence, and in fact we had planned on it for our youngest, but the eldest two were vaccinated against the disease.  “What!!!???,”  you exclaim.  Yes, this is true.  And one of my vaccinated kids has it the worst.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I called the pediatrician’s office this morning to report in to the nurse and was informed that they are seeing more of this these days and are now giving boosters.   At four years old.  My two vaccinated kids are 10 and 8 and no one ever mentioned boosters to us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having the chickenpox is no problem and I’m actually relieved that now none of my children will ever get it again.  I just wonder how many other parents like me who took it on good faith that their children would never get the chickenpox will find themselves with sick children.  Or how many adults will realize only after breaking out in spots (and exposing everyone they've come in contact with for 2 days) that their immunity to a childhood disease was good only while the disease would have done little harm.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you have vaccinated your children (or was vaccinated yourself) check with your doctor about booster shots.  Or do as we inadvertently did and lay the questions to rest by catching it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-4120296810530373337?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4120296810530373337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=4120296810530373337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4120296810530373337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/4120296810530373337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/03/pox-yo-mama.html' title='Pox!  Yo, Mama'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8644938388371676556</id><published>2009-02-27T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:26:31.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>"Mommy, I love you, but I don't love you enough to eat your food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Statement made by my eight-year-old after sitting at the table with her siblings as the three of them wept and gnashed their teeth over a very yummy (from the parents' point of view) dinner of pasta with chicken, mushrooms, onions, garlic, and fire roasted tomatoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8644938388371676556?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8644938388371676556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8644938388371676556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8644938388371676556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8644938388371676556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3672362475952999278</id><published>2009-02-26T18:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:49:43.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Stormy Day Activities</title><content type='html'>It was rainy and nasty outside so we made &lt;a href="http://twofatals.com/?p=124"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; today. Figured anyone willing to call themselves &lt;a href="http://twofatals.com/"&gt;"Two Fat Als" &lt;/a&gt;had to know what they were doing. All I can say is, "Wow.  Will somebody please, pass the butter?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3672362475952999278?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3672362475952999278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3672362475952999278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3672362475952999278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3672362475952999278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/stormy-day-activities.html' title='Stormy Day Activities'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8963553853668179582</id><published>2009-02-26T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:33:04.837-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>In Theory…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My kids are blooming pianists who, like most elementary musicians, would avoid their theory lessons if at all possible.   Our music teacher is very laid back, desiring her students to enjoy playing the piano.  She doesn’t sweat their lack of theory or send them home with loads of nomenclature to memorize.   I however, was trained by a lovely lady who did, and while I hated it at the time, I now see its intrinsic value.   I don’t want my kids to hate music lessons by the time they hit junior high but I do want them to learn the key signatures, chord progressions, and intervals.   So I’m doing what the most sneaky of parents do:  employing educational computer games.  The following websites provide free music theory training that my kids find quite entertaining:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.creatingmusic.com/" href="http://www.creatingmusic.com/"&gt;Creating Music&lt;/a&gt; is an elementary site for exploring music&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicards.net/"&gt;Musicards.net&lt;/a&gt; has online flash cards for all levels of theory education.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emusictheory.com/practice.html"&gt;MusicTheory.com&lt;/a&gt; provides  students with interactive games for learning theory at the beginning to advanced levels for strings, guitar, and keyboard.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musictheory.net/"&gt;Ricci Adams’ MusicTheory.net&lt;/a&gt; has both lessons and games for keyboard, guitar, and brass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ossmann.com/bigears/"&gt;Big Ears&lt;/a&gt; is a wonderful site for learning to hear note intervals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8963553853668179582?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8963553853668179582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8963553853668179582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8963553853668179582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8963553853668179582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-theory.html' title='In Theory…'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7459674188928200556</id><published>2009-02-25T13:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:33:11.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Spicing Up Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For being the shortest month in the calendar, February sure does seem to drag around here.&amp;#160; Maybe it’s because the weather’s unpredictable and the neighborhood kids spend a lot of time inside, or maybe it’s simply because we’re between the church holidays, but we just seem to be blahhh.&amp;#160; Even lunch seems to be boring.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; LB and I were perusing an old &lt;a href="http://www.pamperedchef.com/"&gt;Pampered Chef&lt;/a&gt; cookbook the other day and decided to try out a new menu item:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Pepperoni Pizzadillas&lt;/font&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;(serves 4)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1 (8oz) packaged shredded mozzarella   &lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Italian seasoning    &lt;br /&gt;1 cup tomato, seeded and chopped    &lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups chopped veggies—we tried mushrooms and peppers    &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sliced green onions    &lt;br /&gt;8 small flour tortillas    &lt;br /&gt;20 slices pepperoni    &lt;br /&gt;1 cup marinara sauce, warmed    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heat a grill pan or large frying pan for 5 minutes over medium heat while chopping veggies.&amp;#160; Combine cheese and seasoning in a small bowl.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Cover one tortilla with 1/4 each of the cheese mixture, veggies, onions, and pepperoni.&amp;#160; Cover with another tortilla and slide carefully onto grill pan.&amp;#160; Cook about 3 minutes or until bottom tortilla looks browned.&amp;#160; Slide carefully onto a plate, invert another plate on top over pizadilla, and flip so grilled side is on top and you don’t spill the ingredients.&amp;#160; Slide back onto grill pan and cook until bottom side is crisp.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Repeat with remaining 3 pizadillas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cut in wedges with a pizza cutter and serve with a small dish of warm marinara.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7459674188928200556?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7459674188928200556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7459674188928200556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7459674188928200556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7459674188928200556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/spicing-up-lunch.html' title='Spicing Up Lunch'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-5986390394302095992</id><published>2009-02-24T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:08:26.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>History at Ancient Prices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SaQbcIeJ0jI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7vxpe1yf8iw/s1600-h/29304-ancient_coin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306396431073530418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SaQbcIeJ0jI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7vxpe1yf8iw/s320/29304-ancient_coin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know the beginning of the next school year is over six months away, but boy, am I glad I started thinking about it early! I was looking for &lt;a href="http://www.dianawaring.com/"&gt;Diana Waring’s History Alive&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolclassifieds.com/"&gt;homeschool classifieds&lt;/a&gt; and decided to check the resale prices against buying it new from her site. Low and behold, she has a marvelous clearance sale going on! The History Alive products will now be published by &lt;a href="http://www.answersingenesis.org/"&gt;Answers in Genesis&lt;/a&gt; so her self-published sets for Ancient Civilizations and Romans, Reformers, and Revolutionaries are now on sale for a fraction of the original cost. If you are going to be homeschooling anywhere near these eras, or even if you just like to listen to interesting history stories, check out Diana Waring’s &lt;a href="http://www.dianawaring.com/recessionbusters/index.html"&gt;recession-buster sales&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-5986390394302095992?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5986390394302095992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=5986390394302095992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5986390394302095992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5986390394302095992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/history-at-ancient-prices.html' title='History at Ancient Prices'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SaQbcIeJ0jI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7vxpe1yf8iw/s72-c/29304-ancient_coin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-1597092889205530858</id><published>2009-02-20T14:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:59:30.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prevention.com/"&gt;Prevention&lt;/a&gt; has done it again!  The latest issues has a wonderful recipe for smart cookies:  cookies with no trans fat, low saturated fat, and lots of taste.  Of course I modified it a bit, but the taste is terrific.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1-1/2 cups whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup canola oil&lt;br /&gt;1-1/3 cups sucanat (the original recipe called for 2/3 cup each of brown and white sugar)&lt;br /&gt;2 large egg whites (you can substitute a whole egg but it changes the fat ratio)&lt;br /&gt;1-1/4 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup chocolate chips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Combine flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt.  Set aside.  Whisk canola and sucanat together in a large bowl.  Add egg whites and vanilla and whisk until smooth.  Stir in dry ingredients until well blended.  Add oats and chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cover and chill dough for at least 15 minutes.  Heat oven to 375 and lightly spray two cookie sheets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shape dough into 16 balls using a little pressure to make them stick together.  Put 8 balls on each sheet, flattening each into a 3” patty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bake 7 to 10 minutes.  Do not overbake.  Let cool a few minutes before removing to rack to cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nutritional Info Per Cookie: 218 cal, 3 g protein, 32 g carb, 2 g fiber, 10 g fat, 2 g sat fat, 0 mg chol, 162 mg sodium  (Can you imagine what the counts are on those yummy mall cookies?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-1597092889205530858?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1597092889205530858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=1597092889205530858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1597092889205530858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/1597092889205530858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/cookies.html' title='Cookies!'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-3229059055734346491</id><published>2009-02-17T23:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:08:06.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Facebook</title><content type='html'>A year or so ago my cousin began gently harassing me to get a profile on Facebook.  She explained that many of my relatives, including my own brother, were already on and it made family communication very easy.  I agreed to check it out and then promptly forgot.  After a few more months and nudges I finally bit the bullet and signed on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook does make it easier to keep up with my family and even reconnect with some members whom I haven't seen in years.  Like "six degrees of separation," it's fun to see who's found who from camp, college, and high school.   I've even been found by the girl who was my neighbor when I was a toddler!  However it also puts people who were a mere flicker in my memory back on the radar screen, and I'm not really sure how I feel about that.  All sorts of emotions that have been dormant for decades come flooding back into the present.  Feelings of  bitterness, insecurity and one-up-manship that I thought were long gone surface a little too easily for my comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's a girl (okay, a middle aged gal) to do?  First, I'm standing firmly on the conviction that I am content with my life.  I love my husband, my job, and my station in life, and I will not be concerned over things that didn't bother me last year let alone ten years ago.  And second, I will not shy away from people who "knew me when" because, as Brandon Heath so aptly sings, &lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpOLyR8MwiA"&gt;Not Who I Was&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.   God has been in the process of changing me into the image of His Son Who is kind, merciful, and (thankfully) graciously forgetful.  Is that not the best thing I have to offer, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-3229059055734346491?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3229059055734346491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=3229059055734346491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3229059055734346491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/3229059055734346491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/facing-facebook.html' title='Facing Facebook'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-5693295075860865122</id><published>2009-02-12T19:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:22:29.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Got MUFA's?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I admit, at first glance I thought it was an abbreviation for a vile insult. But I've been educated by the knowledgeable folks at &lt;a href="http://www.prevention.com/cda/article/meet-the-5-flat-belly-foods/bea4682e373c6110VgnVCM10000013281eac____/weight.loss/flat.belly.diet/flat.belly.diet.food"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prevention Magazine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MUFA&lt;/span&gt; is a monounsaturated fatty acid, and a calorie-controlled diet rich in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MUFA's&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt; for the belly. It appears that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MUFA's&lt;/span&gt; help us store less visceral fat in the abdominal region, therefore lowering our risk of several serious diseases. So what are some of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MUFA's&lt;/span&gt;, you ask? Oils, olives, nuts and seeds, avocados, and, my personal favorite, dark chocolate made the list. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SZTTqIrfEwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/7FtbaDb6DsY/s1600-h/Flat_Belly_Foods_djs_20080219.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302095824223824978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SZTUD3fxbFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5JN5VKJC1ng/s320/298x232-5_flat_belly_foods_01-298x232_5_flat_belly_foods_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've said before, I'm a dessert fiend. Because I don't overeat them they don't "show," but I know that I need to make better choices when it comes to sweet treats in order to benefit my long-term health. This was tonight's yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MUFA&lt;/span&gt; recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MUFA&lt;/span&gt;-Over Ice Cream!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Makes 5 servings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.5 cups skim milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 oz. fat free plain yogurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aldi&lt;/span&gt; frozen mixed berries (strawberries, raspberries, blueberries)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine ingredients in a blender or smoothie maker. Transfer to glasses or ice cream dishes and sprinkle with chocolate chips. Eat with a spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-5693295075860865122?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5693295075860865122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=5693295075860865122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5693295075860865122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/5693295075860865122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-mufas.html' title='Got MUFA&apos;s?'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SZTUD3fxbFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5JN5VKJC1ng/s72-c/298x232-5_flat_belly_foods_01-298x232_5_flat_belly_foods_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-7049511687199186960</id><published>2009-02-10T09:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:31:40.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Minutes</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, but this year I've been out of high school for 20 years. Back in September I got this crazy idea that I wanted to see if I could get my weight at 38 to the same place it was when I was 18. Well I did it! Yes, today I can fit in my prom gown. Whoo-hoo! (Maybe that just means I got my mid-life body 20 years too soon!) Here's a picture of me with my Best-Beloved taken at Thanksgiving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301198881417975010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SZGkS7Kd1OI/AAAAAAAAAug/Ez4xJoAzBIA/s320/_MG_1191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had about 10 pounds to lose (but don't forget I'm only 5' tall, so that was about 9% of my body weight) and of course after 3 babies and 20 years, things aren't exactly in the same place and my skin definitely does not have the same elasticity, but I am probably in the best shape of my life. Here's the kicker: it wasn't difficult. I am not dieting (although I should eat fewer cookies) and I'm only spending between 8 and 30 minutes per day, six days a week, doing moderate aerobic exercise. Usually I spend part of my morning with Leslie Sansone's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walk-Pounds-Complete-Home-Walking-System/dp/B000VI6T60/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1234280996&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Walk Away the Pounds &lt;/a&gt;2 mile High Calorie Burn. Leslie has a bajillion workouts and most are available at your local library. But today I tried a new workout I found in &lt;em&gt;Prevention Magazine&lt;/em&gt;. It's an 8 minute interval workout that can blast the socks off even a fit bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you want to get fit? Did you make one of "those" New Year's resolutions? Check out &lt;em&gt;Prevention Magazine's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prevention.com/zoneworkout"&gt; 8 Minute Fat Blast&lt;/a&gt; for a great kick-start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-7049511687199186960?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7049511687199186960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=7049511687199186960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7049511687199186960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/7049511687199186960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/8-minutes.html' title='8 Minutes'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SZGkS7Kd1OI/AAAAAAAAAug/Ez4xJoAzBIA/s72-c/_MG_1191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573917018837920829.post-8866754462561389021</id><published>2009-02-02T19:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:54:07.631-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Happy (Belated) Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SYebbzO4uiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-AmxtcWqaXo/s1600-h/chinese_take_out_carton.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374388536097314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SYebbzO4uiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-AmxtcWqaXo/s320/chinese_take_out_carton.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Chinese are officially into the Year of the Ox and my family is officially into Chinese food, however, I am NOT into the price of take-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager we ate at a nice Chinese restaurant almost every Sunday after church, in fact, we sat in the parking lot until they opened up the place. But our favorite Chinese restaurant, #1 Chinese, had the best food but zero atmosphere--just a counter for ordering and a room full of plastic picnic tables. I've taken my cues from #1 and don't worry about fancy Asian dinnerware or chopsticks, just stick with good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of our favorite recipes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beef &amp;amp; Broccoli Stir Fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Makes 4 servings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. rice vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;2-1/2 tsp. cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. fresh ginger, minced&lt;br /&gt;3/4 lb. flank steak&lt;br /&gt;1 medium head broccoli&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cooked white rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make marinade by combining soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, and sesame oil in a medium sized mixing bowl. Add cornstarch and blend in with the back of a spoon. Stir in garlic and ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trim steak. Cut in 1/4-inch thick strips about 2-inches long. Stir meat into marinade. Cover bowl and set aside at room temperature for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While meat marinates, cut up broccoli. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat wok until hot. Add oil and coat pan. Add meat and stir fry 2-3 minutes. Remove meat to a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately add broccoli and chicken stock to pan. Cover and cook on high for 4 minutes or until bright green and crisp-tender, stirring once. Uncover pan and stir in meat, marinade, and oyster sauce. Cook uncovered for another minute or two until broccoli is just tender. Serve over rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fried Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 4 entree sized portions or side dishes for 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cook 1 cup of white rice ahead of time and completely cool it or you will have rice mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat 4 Tbsp. vegetable oil in a large skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb. thin pork chops cut in strips&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, coarsely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 to 1 tsp. salt, depending on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt; you want it&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir fry until meat is tender and hot, about 1-2 minutes. Add rice and stir fry another 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen veggies of your choice. We like peas, carrots, and corn.&lt;br /&gt;Small cooked shrimp, if you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir well into rice mixture and heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before serving, push rice into a pile on one side of the pan and add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 beaten eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scramble egg until cooked through and then stir into rice mixture. Serve piping hot with extra soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually pick up a box of egg rolls at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aldi&lt;/span&gt; (don't forget to have really good Chinese hot mustard on hand) and a packet of hot and sour soup mix at my local market to round out our feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573917018837920829-8866754462561389021?l=theplacebeneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8866754462561389021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573917018837920829&amp;postID=8866754462561389021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8866754462561389021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573917018837920829/posts/default/8866754462561389021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplacebeneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-belated-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy (Belated) Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Saralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/STnj7yKyCEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/85rHeMOhO2w/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_0DwDNK_8/SYebbzO4uiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-AmxtcWqaXo/s72-c/chinese_take_out_carton.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
