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Father’s Day Free Printable
I happen to have the best Dad on the planet. When I made this for him this year, I just wrote everything that came to mind. I don’t know how I ended up with such an amazing father, but I did...
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After School Snack Tray
Remember that scene in “The Hobbit” where Bilbo Baggins’ entire kitchen is raided by the Dwarfs? That is what my house looks like after school. It might have something to do with t...
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16 Surprises for a 16th Birthday
16 is one of those birthdays that marks a significant milestone. It’s an onramp to new freedom and choices with the introduction of the driver’s license. It is also the first time datin...
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Invisible Mothers: Building Cathedrals
Since Mother’s Day is almost upon us, I thought I’d share one of my all time favorite metaphors. Moms, let your spirits be encouraged today, and know that the foundation you lay now will ...
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I happen to have the best Dad on the planet. When I made this for him this year, I just wrote everything that came to mind. I don’t know how I ended up with such an amazing father, but I did… and the gratitude in my heart is beyond words. My Dad has always made it safe for my tree to root deeply and grow high and wide.
My prayer is that if you did not have this in your life growing up, that you would find a special man in your life who embodies these qualities. Someone who can fill in those gaps. Pray for it. Look for it. God is Provider and Father. It may come in a most surprising way.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD!
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After School Snack Tray
Remember that scene in “The Hobbit” where Bilbo Baggins’ entire kitchen is raided by the Dwarfs? That is what my house looks like after school. It might have something to do with the fact that 3 of my 4 are boys, and it seems they have developed hollow legs. Ravenous. I had to come up with a plan.
Enter, the snack tray. Every day, it is filled with a hearty, but healthy snack. It takes a little prep on my part, but it’s worth it! Sometimes I make this while I make school lunches in the morning. They have to eat the entire contents of the food on the snack try before getting something else. This particular day was celery and bananas they could dip in bowls of peanut butter. Other days it is filled with fruit, cheeses, and meat. Others with popcorn, nuts, yogurt, and hard boiled eggs.


When we are on the go after school I make these snack shack packs. Handy and dandy!
What about you? How do you solve the after school munchies?
16 Surprises for a 16th Birthday
16 is one of those birthdays that marks a significant milestone. It’s an onramp to new freedom and choices with the introduction of the driver’s license. It is also the first time dating is allowed for some. For all, though, it is a mental marker that this once child is growing up and is close to being a young adult. We want to celebrate that and make it memorable.
In our family, my nephew, Gabe, is always the first for everything. King of the cousins, he is the revered one that basically can do no wrong. Handsome, incredibly intelligent, thoughtful, giving, faith-filled, athletic… this one has it all. If you have a daughter around his age, I’ll begin taking applications once he hits about 22.
Because this was Gabe’s big 16 this year, my sister, Kendra, from As You Wish Design, and I wanted to come up with something unique and fun. We decided that 16 surprises spread throughout the day would make him feel very special.
Here are the 16:
1. The morning began with breakfast in bed. A tradition my sister has always done with her kids.
2. A pack of “5″ gum hidden in his backpack (“You make our family of 5 complete)
3. A decorated locker (wtih the help from some friends)
4. White Chocolate Mocha given by a friend at the start of school
5. 16 pizzas delivered (by mom) to the lunch cafeteria.
{This one was Gabe’s favorite of all 16}
6. Kendra emailed his Spanish Teacher and they sang “Feliz Cumpleanos” in class.
7. Licorice bucket for the soccer team at practice.
8. A photo collage was put on his Facebook wall from his aunt/uncle/cousins from Seattle.
9. His uncle/aunt/cousins from Santa Barbara sent him this crazy video on his phone.
*Note: we have a thing about The Blair Witch Project. It’s been a tradition that my brother does spoofs on this for milestone birthdays. Noted & Warning: we are not a normal family.
10. Superman travel mug and a Gonzaga sticker {from me} found in his new ride.
(The matching Superman shirt was not planned…. he seriously just happened to be wearing it that day! I got him that cup for obvious reasons. He IS Superman in my eyes).
11. A note written on his bathroom mirror.
12. Subway gift card attached to his Sonicare.
”I feel like a sandwich. Hey, I think I’ll DRIVE there to get one!”
13. Car essentials from his Dad
(with a poem attached to his keys sending him on a scavenger hunt to find it).
14. Dried Mangoes (another fav).
“You Mango us so proud!”
15. Ping Pong balls with a note attached from his mentor
(they always play ping pong together).
16. His grandparents gave him 16 pennies, 16 nickels, 16 dimes, and 16 quarters all taped together.
The surprises were a huge hit and it turned out to be a fantastic way to celebrate this 16 year old that we all love so much!
Happy 16 Gabe!!!
Invisible Mothers: Building Cathedrals
Since Mother’s Day is almost upon us, I thought I’d share one of my all time favorite metaphors. Moms, let your spirits be encouraged today, and know that the foundation you lay now will stand for generations!
Invisible Mothers
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I’m thinking, ‘Can’t you see I’m on the phone?’
Obviously not; no one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I’m invisible – The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
“Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?”
Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to ask, ‘What time is it?’
I’m a satellite guide to answer, ‘What number is the Disney Channel?’
I’m a car to order, ‘Right around 5:30, please.’
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude – but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She’s going, she’s going, she’s gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner,celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, ‘I brought you this.’ It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription:
‘To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.’
In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built,
and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
‘Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?
No one will ever see it.’
And the workman replied, ‘Because God sees.’
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, ‘I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see right now what it will
become.’
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, ‘My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.’ That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, ‘You’re gonna love it there.’
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
–Author Not Known
The Best Way to Store Cookies
You’ve heard the tips: stick a piece of bread in the bag to keep cookies soft, put in a few apple slices, or toss them in the refrigerator. So which is it? What’s the best way to store cookies and make their quality last?
My best go-to solution is to make the cookie dough and then freeze the dough in balls on a cookie sheet. When frozen, I transfer them to a ziplock bag. When I need freshly baked cookies, I pull them out and bake a dozen. They are gone before they cool most days.
For those of you who don’t live with ravenous wolves like me, it turns out that the bread trick really DOES NOT work best. Too much moisture. And the apples… they are a no go either, unless you want your cookies tasting like apples. The best method? The good ol’ ziplock with as much air as possible squeezed out.
Happy Baking!
10 Songs for the Hurting Heart
Music has a way of reaching in to the deep places of our hearts. When we are hurting, sometimes it is through music that the spirit of God can uniquely minister to those wounded places. If that is you today, let these songs speak, as they have to me. Each one of these songs is close to my heart for different reasons. I sing-pray all of the time. If you catch me on my morning carpool, you may see me with one hand in the air sing-praying at the top of my lungs.
I’ve prayed specific songs over specific situations, both for others and for myself. For example, when my friend Teresa had her brain aneurism, I prayed “Whom Shall I Fear” (#3) over and over as she endured not one, but two life threatening brain surgeries. Read about it here. I will never hear that song without thinking of Teresa and the hours of gut wrenching waiting. This song helped me know how to prayer for her.
I’m so thankful to God for creating music. Our souls open up and God enters.
2. Find You on my Knees
3.Whom Shall I Fear {God of Angel Armies}
4. Worn
5. Not for a Moment
6. Blessings
7. In Christ Alone
8. Who You Are
9. Remind Me Who I Am
10. Break Every Chain
Book Review: Just Lead by Sherry Surratt & Jenni Catron
Everyone has their role on a team. Growing up, mine was team captain – mainly because I could make up a mean pre-game warm up song to get the players pumped up. On every team I played, my job was leadership. It felt natural to me. I didn’t have to work at it. It still does.
I have always considered my natural bent toward leadership as a gift. But there have been plenty of times where others have been intimidated, threatened, or downright opposed to that quality in me. Somewhere along my road, I received the message that it was only allowed to surface sometimes…when it was considered appropriate.
Being a woman and a strong leader can be a difficult combination at times, especially in the church. Yet, this very quality can be a powerful propeller in any arena. And I would dare to say, especially in the church. How do women with leadership qualities resist shrinking and instead burst forth in full flight as God intended for each one of us who walk this earth?
Sherry Surrat and Jenni Catron answer that question in their new book, Just Lead: A No Whining, No Complaining, No Nonsense Practical Guide for Women Leaders in the Church. Full of practical tips and authentically written stories about their own lives, these women demystify what it means to be a leader in the church, alongside of men, in today’s world.
“God created in me the desire and raw talent to lead, just as he has in you. And just as he provided the small boy with a lunch of bread and fish and the ability to share, he can transform anything inside us into something big enough to meet the need if only we’ll offer it. “
Sherry and Jenni provide needed guidance for any woman who is in leadership of any kind.
We want to use our gifts to their fullest, but how?
How do we lead without offending? Without fear? Without doubt? Without shame? Without allowing failure to define us?
These women park us at the trailhead of the leadership trail and help us navigate the path to the summit.
Specifically the book addresses:
Isolation: How to avoid feeling lonely in leadership
Fear: How to address the fear that accompanies positions of leadership
Insecurity: How it seeps its way into our leadership and ways to overcome it
Criticism: How to discern and process the criticism that will inevitably come
Pride/Humility: How to address the issue of pride that clouds our leadership and lean in to humility.
Decision Making: How to navigate choices and indecision in your leadership role
Dreaming Big: How to avoid the “tiny heart” syndrome
Working with Men: How to productively serve in leadership alongside the opposite gender
Communication: How to look at your communication style and evaluate its effectiveness.
Working with Women: How to avoid the common female traps that paralyze our ministries
I’ve personally been waiting a long time for a book like this. Sherry and Jenni have given answers and solutions to questions I didn’t even know to ask. Between these two women, there are countless experiences and lessons learned that will add years of wisdom to your leadership.
I’d love to hear :
What aspect of leadership is the most difficult for you?
or
What is one tip you’ve found to be essential in leading others?
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Jenni Catron serves as the Executive Director of Cross Point Church in Nashville, TN, where she leads the staff and oversees the ministry of five campuses. She loves a fabulous cup of tea, great books, learning the game of tennis and hanging out with her husband and border collie. Jenni’s passion is to lead well and to inspire, equip and encourage others to do the same. Jenni blogs at www.jennicatron.tv. Her new book, Just Lead! A No Whining, No Complaining, No Nonsense Practical Guide for Women Leaders in the Church, co-authored with Sherry Surratt is available now. |
My Sister is the Color Purple
For as long as I can remember, my sister has loved the color purple. She wears purple sweaters, purple lipstick, purple boots. She even had her bridesmaids wear ruffled purple satin gowns in 1992 (a classic look no doubt). Luckily for me, I got to wear the only HOT PINK satin gown as the maid of honor! Ahhhh… the privileges of sisterhood. Colors have personality, and when I see purple, I think of Kendra.
A few years ago, well into her thirties, my sister declared that she had an announcement. We all waited expectantly as she burst out, “Ok, I know you all think I’m a pretty {but not fast} skier. From now on, I’m going balls out!” Please forgive me if I offend you with the phrase, but I have to be truthful to the story. It’s what she said. And it’s what she did. From the first time she clicked on those skis that year, she went for it. She pushed herself further than her comfort zone allowed and before we all knew it, she was a downhill rocket. That’s purple.
A mother of two sons, Kendra and her husband, Eric, felt God nudging them to adopt a little girl. After countless hours of prayer and process, they flew to Russia to get their daughter. Every year we celebrate her “gotcha” day with Russian candy and a pinata, and everyday we celebrate that God gave us Olivia. Now she has organized a family led non-profit called The Jeremiah Project that helps others adopt. That’s purple.
Every fall, my sister and I host a large party with our families called The Hootenanny. We spend days preparing gift baskets, decorations, potato sacks, picking apples for the bobbing, and lining up the generators for the crock pots that hold prize winning recipes. It’s a tradition that reflects every bit of her fun, energy, and heart. That’s purple.
She is the kind of color that draws a person in. So full of life. So beautiful. So authentically rich in depth and tone.
There is one thing in life you don’t get to choose: your family. Mine just happens to be my very best friends. The kind of people who you love so much it hurts.
So on this day of Easter celebration, celebrating the greatest gift of Love’s sacrifice. I also celebrate and thank God for the gift of my sister born on this day. How fitting. Purple is the color of Easter. My sister is the color purple.
How-to Reheat Pizza (say no to soggy bottoms)
Re-heating pizza can end in a soggy mess. To avoid this, re-heat in a 400 degree oven on parchment paper. A pizza stone works great also, but requires too much time since it needs to pre-heat. A baking sheet also works, but it doesn’t take care of the moisture in the crust. When the baking sheet is lined with parchment paper, the parchment absorbs some of the moisture, resulting in the same crisp crust performed by a pizza stone.
































