A Wordless Thursday (Almost)
Underlined Bits -Give Them Grace by Elyse Fitzpatrick
"Of the Lord", meaning: the nurture and admonition of Jesus Christ. Paul couldn't have meant anything or anyone else. And trust me, it was a radical statement! Now, for the underlined bits:
"The Jews knew what the discipline and instruction of the rabbis looked like. The Greeks understood the dicipline and instruction of the philosophers. But the discipline and instruction of the Lord? Of JESUS? What was that?
To help you get a better handle on what this "of the Lord" parenting entails, let's imagine for a moment that Paul had penned this phrase instead: Parents, "bring up your children in the discipline and instruction of the law." How would those three words, "Of the law" change the focus and method of your parenting?
Recipe for Chicken Leg Quarters - Inexpensive, Can Feed a Crowd
Chicken leg quarters are the most inexpensive protein you can buy, other than probably eggs. My project this week was to create a recipe that utilized them, and actually tastes good...
...mission accomplished.
Here are your ingredients:
chicken leg quarters (it was only Tim and I for dinner tonight, that is why you see just three pieces...)
red potatoes
six ounces cream cheese
(I ended up with plenty left over)fresh rosemary
fresh chives (all the herbs came from my garden - further savings)
Italian dressing
coarse salt
fresh cracked pepper
red pepper flakes (feel free to omit this, if you don't want the kick in the pants. We like our pants kicked.)
combine herbs, salt (a couple pinches), pepper (about 60 "grinds" with the grinder), cream cheese, and a teaspoon red pepper flakes
separate the skin from the meat, creating a little "pouch"...then gross out from handling a dead bird...note that your hands look exactly like your mother's...try not to think about how gooey this job is...
stuff the pouch with cream cheese mixture, use your fingers (gah) to moosh and spread it around...
brush Italian dressing (about 2 TB) on the skin, then salt generously with coarse salt...
toss your quartered potatoes with 3 TB Italian dressing, salt, pepper, and any chopped herbs you have left...
...toss the chicken on top...bake at 400 degrees for at least an hour and 20 minutes, maybe an hour and a half, or until...
...a thermometer reads 180, when inserted in the thigh...
plate these birdies and taters up and eat!
The leg quarters were .59 cents a pound, the potatoes were $2.50 for a 3 lb. bag.
A very, very inexpensive, but truly good meal. Tim gave it two thumbs up.
Poetry Monday - John Donne
"Pink Saturday"
But to do that, I have to have an "assignment", a designated subject, something to give me a jumping off point. I've decided to use color as that jumping off point, and today I chose pink.
I chose pink on purpose because it is a difficult color. There isn't a whole lot of it in my world. Blue or orange or green would have been a far simpler subject-choice.
I am amazed at how absolutely fun this self-designated "assignment" was...how I viewed my ordinary Saturday through an entirely different and unusual "lens" (again, no pun intended)and how satisfying it was to search out a pink perspective.
Today, I simply shot at pink, wherever I saw it, wherever it "lived", without styling the pictures too much, and in some cases without styling the pictures at all. This is pink, as I found it, as I went about my day.
Turns out, this color has created a delightful diary of my summer Saturday...
Isaac's girlfriend Emily got a new kitty yesterday. She brought it by this morning for us to admire. See the pink nose? Emily's pink shirt?
This shot needs no explanation...
I don't have a lot of pink makeup, but I do have some...and this Sephora blush is my all time favorite. Highly, highly recommended.
Hanging just above my side of the bed...
a bit of ribbon...
...and thread...
...and pink thread, and pink bookmarks...
...and a pink book...
...and another pink book - one that happens to be one of my all time favorite "home and hearth" books.
one of the colored pencils is pink...
...the quilt that my grandson plays on has lots of faded pink - I seriously love this quilt - it looks so vintage, even though it isn't. The "shoot your own feet" shot is one that is so, so overdone, but I can't help but always love this perspective when I see it. Feet can and do tell such a story.
Some pink in the necklace I wore today...
And that was my morning. In the afternoon, Hannah and I loaded up the grandson and went to an outdoor art show, where Jonathan and Sarah
were set up, doing some "show and sell".
Aunt Sarah, standing guard over her sleeping nephew. If you look in the plate glass window, you can see me snapping the photo, in my be-flip-flopped feet.
Jonathan and Sarah - no pink in their art exhibit, but at least you have context for what comes next...
a mixed-media pink cupcake...
I want this T-shirt...
...hand made pink...
...and more hand made pink...
And now, the I-Ching of Pink...the Pinnacle of Pink...Quintessential Pink...
A very pink flamingo planter. For sale. Sixty-five dollars, and this beauty would have been yours.
Us girls got hot and bored, so we loaded up the baby, and left Jonathan and his father in law (who also happens to be my husband, the girls' father, and the grandson's grandfather, but I digress) to "man" the booth - again, no pun intended.
We went to a cute store, right around the corner from where we were, an indoor shop called "The Southern Market".
This is the kind of pink every girl needs!
Last, but not least, the final shot of the day was the most precious pink in this whole, wide, pink-containing world:
...the pink cheeks of auntie and nephew, each adoring the other.
Oh yeah. The money shot.
Tickles me...pink.
Decorating With White - and GK Chesterton!
My love for a white "canvas" in my home, and my love for the writer G.K. Chesterton actually go together more than I ever thought. Look what I stumbled across in my reading today:
"White...is not a mere absence of colour;
it is a shining and affirmative thing,
as fierce as red,
as definite as black...
God paints in many colours; but He never paints so
gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily,
as when He paints in white."
-- G. K. Chesterton
More Underlined Bits - Give Them Grace
"Our salvation (and our kids' as well) is by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone. Grace alone.
Most of us are painfully aware that we're not perfect parents. We're also deeply grieved that we don't have perfect kids. But the remedy to our mutual imperfections isn't more law, even if it seems to produce tidy or polite children. Christian children (and their parents) don't need to learn to be nice. They need death and resurrection and a Savior who has gone before them as a faithful high priest, who was a child Himself, and who lived and died perfectly in their place. They need a Savior who extends the offer of complete forgiveness, total righteousness, and indissoluble adoption to all who will believe.
This is the message we all need. We need the gospel of grace and the grace of the gospel. Children can't use the law any more than we can, because they will respond to it the same way we do. They'll ignore it or bend it or obey it outwardly for selfish purposes, but this one thing is certain: they won't obey it from the heart, because they can't. That's why Jesus had to die."
These bits are all from chapter one! Just the first chapter. If you are a parent, you might already be feeling a strong sense of conflict, deep inside. I assure you, this isn't a book that lets you or your children off the hook, in terms of obedience. But if you have been mixing law with gospel, as most of us have in our generation, this book will totally mess you up, and rework the basis from which you expect obedience, and even the methods you use to train obedience into your children.
If your children are grown, as are mine, I would still jump on this book, as I did. Because older women are mandated to teach the younger women, and I want to teach them properly! I don't want to give them the same right-sounding rhetoric that I was given...rhetoric that didn't actually work for me in the long run, and won't work for them in the long run. Law is always, always a short term solution, but at least it feels like a solution, and therein lies its subtle deception.
I will say this: the law was a way easier means of relating to my children. No nuance, no wisdom, no relationship necessary. And it felt so satisfying to the flesh, when I invoked the law as a parent. It won me accolades and admiration, up to a point.
But only the long story tells THE story. Today, I thank God that He awakened me to the Gospel in all its glory, and I began to apply it to my relationships with my children. The Gospel thoroughly addresses both legalism and license, and is a perfectly safe foundation from which to parent in rest and confidence.