Back in November we took a trip with Red's mom, his nieces, and my mom out to the dessert. We stopped at the Cabazon dinosaurs on the way out to visit their museum. Their information is Biblical, i.e. not billions of years and no evolution. We had visited them back in April, too.
We spent the night out at my parents' new place in the dessert and then went out to the Living Dessert the next day.
I think we're starting to get a hold of the homeschooling mentality...make every vacation possible educational!
In leu of the coming holidays I've been craving egg nog. I found a recipe online and "healthified" it to my liking and it's become my new addiction...not just because it has rum in it, but because I grew up loving egg nog and hate all the white sugar and processed junk in the stuff they sell in the store.
4 raw pasture raised eggs
2 cups raw milk
1 cup heavy cream
1/4 cup maple syrup
1-2 ounces dark rum
1 tsp. nutmeg
First off, as this recipe has RAW eggs you can follow Alton Brown's safety suggestions in his recipe or, as Jordan Rubin suggests, just wash the shells with hot soapy water. The shells supposedly where any bacteria dwell. After washing them, separate the egg whites from the yolks.
Whip the egg whites. I do this with our stand mixer in its smaller bowl. While it's whipping, beat the yolks in a separate bowl then add the milk, cream, syrup, rum and nutmeg. Beat until combined. When the egg whites form stiff peaks add them into the egg/milk mixture with a whisk. This makes it ubber frothy. Add more syrup (and rum) to taste.
With just 1 ounce rum this egg nog tastes a lot like the stuff I remember growing up with that my mom bought off the shelf...but it's fresh and not processed! Not much guilt and a rich, creamy delight I think I make have to make year round.
Before we got married we talked about adopting children. We had the perfect plan of having two of our own and then adopting two. (Thankfully, God's intervened in our heart and now you can see how well we've stuck to that plan.) Most recently we've been praying about adopting a baby. I'd prayed that I'd be able to breastfeed the baby and that it would be an opportunity to save a baby's life. With that, Karrots has been praying for a brother for Rusty.
Well, the Lord listened and there seems to be an opportunity. We've all been praying this baby will be given life outside the womb and are fully open to adopting him/her.
This morning I had a dream that there was a worship service going on, led by a couple children. The first was a boy, about 8 years old or so, who I knew was some part black. Then it panned to another part of the stage and there was orphan Annie, red curly hair, red dress...They were worshiping harp and bowl style, singing in their prayer language and making up new songs and had a choir and all around joining in.
I just know that Melody's going to have a heart to intercede and worship, so I know orphan Annie represented Melody (red curly hair anyone?) and the boy seemed to represent the baby we've been praying for/about.
Please keep us and the baby and mother in your prayers.
When we first started having kids we didn't think much about the idea of godparents. Neither Red nor I have godparents and, for me, it was more of a Catholic tradition. Besides, the Spirit wasn't leading us to it.
Through the years we've attended the dedications for our friends' children and found they took the title differently. Each child has a different godparent(s) whose job is to pray for them and be there for them throughout life. It wasn't the traditional title of "we get the kids if the parents die". This meaning made an impression on us.
With that, we (and by "we" I'm pretty sure I mostly mean "me") felt the need to find our kids someone(s) special to be spiritual role models in their lives and to give them some special individual attention. Looking back on my life I see the importance of discipleship and having an older person to guide me down the right path. I want our kids to have that EARLY so hopefully they'll have the accountability and make better choices from the start.
The choice in godparent(s) for the girls seemed somewhat obvious and Spirit led and we're still waiting for the right person/couple for Rusty. With the girls' birthday party coming up it seemed the perfect time to make it official, without making Rusty feel left out.
Karrots was named after a dear friend of mine that I had helped babysit when I was in college and had come to see her and her siblings as my brother and sisters. I hang out with them just to hang out. Birthdays, soccer games, graduations...I love being a part of their family. Before Karrots was born this friend told us that if we had a girl with red hair and we named for after her that she would babysit for free. So, out popped Karrots, girlie with red hair, and she took her name...but not only her name, but her curly hair and vibrant personality.
When I was pregnant with Melody I grew closer to one of the ladies in our church, Wendy. She loves kids and I found out is believing for children in her own life. During worship one Sunday I felt Melody moving in utero and felt led to sit by Wendy and have her experience our baby/pregnancy. Then, when I was in labor Wendy made sure her fiance, Snoya, was praying for us. After Melody was born Wendy was always our go-to baby holder during church service. God was also tying Melody to Snoya, all the way in Africa. One day Snoya messaged Wendy that he woke up in the middle of the night and God put it heavy on his heart to pray for me and the baby.
Wendy and Snoya got married this summer and are moving to Africa soon so the timing was perfect. Snoya already had boys that call him father (and now call Wendy "mother"). Now that he has a wife they are looking forward to daughters in Christ, with Melody being their first.
After agreeing on the godparents, we asked each of them if they'd agree to BE their godparents and explained what they would be committing to. They agreed and we wrote up a covenant for them to sign the day of the birthday party:
in taking on the title of godmother/godfather for ______________, hereby make a covenant
with her, her parents, and God to:
her in my prayers, being her personal intercessor;
her parents accountable to raising her for the Lord's purposes;
mentor and friend for her;
support for her during all times, pointing her to God during trials and
best to set a godly example.
Somewhere in between cake and the pinata our friends read their goddaughter their covenant, signed the bottom of it, and then Melody's godparents prayed for her.
We gave the godparents a frame with their covenant and a picture of them with their goddaughter as a reminder. I'm also planning on putting together the signed copy with a picture and framing it in the girls' room.
We're looking forward to finding the right person/people for Rusty. I feel confident that the Lord will lead us as to who to choose for him.
The Sunday before last we had a guest from the Salem House of Prayer who had a word from the Lord for my dad. He said that once my dad understands who he really is, he would be a DANGER to Satan's reign once he was UNLEASHED. He also saw the color purple, royalty, over him.
Lord, UNLEASH my dad. Give him the full understand of who he is in YOU that he might win souls!