Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I'm stumped. I need some cooking help because I'm just out of recipes. Here's the dilemma. Our oven is super flakey. (Meaning it just decides to turn it self off randomly in the middle of cooking. Baking cookies, I can handle because it only takes 8 minutes to do that. But for a 2.5 hour baking time on Chicken on Sunday - that's just not possible.) We are also poor, and buying meat is like dessert at the Scalf home, but I don't know anything good and vegetarian. Also, PJ and I are both terribly picky eaters. HELP!
I'm taking some girls to the zoo today, I can't wait! Pray that it doesn't rain.
Until next time,
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I just bought my tickets to Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors - A Neighborly Christmas! Who's excited? ME ME ME ME ME!
Go buy your tickets at Minglewoodhall.com. The show is December 11 at 8:00 PM. It can be a date night, maybe!
I'm so glad that it's Christmas time again :D.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
This is going to be a short one, but I have to get my thoughts out of my head and onto... something tangable I guess.
Last night, PJ popped "Cinderella Man" into the DVD player (we love watching movies together) and there is at least one truely valuable lesson that can be learned. I do believe that you can find truth in everything - movie, book, magazine, etc - but this truth is so good, I have to write about it.
Men need to feel supported by their wives. Several times in this movie, Cinderella Man's wife (let's just call her May, since I cannot remember what her name was) encourages him and supports him - even during the tough times, and even when she doesn't like it, and even when it means risking his life. "I can't win without your support," quotes Cinderella Man at one point in the movie. And I truely believe this is true for all men. And I struggle with it.
I'm married to an optomist, a dreamer, a "glass half-full" guy. I am a pesamist, a realist, and a "glass half-empty" girl. So I listen to his dreams and his hopes and immediately think, "that will never work." But what do I know? I know that PJ needs to feel loved, supported, and encouraged. My role in this marraige is the helper. Pray that I learn how to better encourage and support him, even if I don't understand. Because that is all that it is - I don't understand.
Over and out,
Thursday, November 12, 2009
(The view of the lake sitting off the Holcomb's dock)
Ok, ok. I know... It's no lake Michigan...
(Sammy Lammy cannon-balling into the deep blue at the Holland Pier.)
(Joshua scoping the shore for a good wave to come and go for a smooth ride on the skim board)
(I used to have a plathera of susent photos over the endless waters, but this is the best one that I have now.. and it's still pretty great! Bets in the middle, and Grace-Face on the far right at Traverse City)
Also, Pickwick isn't quite as awesome as the Gulf of Mexico...
(I captured this just before Mr and me left our honeymoon.... wow)
But for real, Pickwick was just what the doctor ordered. Qaulity time with the ladies, wise words from Nancy (which is more valuable than gold.. for real). Look at the leaves out there...
(This is Ashley... and she is single...!)
Verse of the weekend from Miss Holcomb: "Set a gaurd over my moth, O Lord, watch over the doors of my lips." Pslam 141:3
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Happy belated birthday to Michael Bear Stienke. We love you, dear friend. Today I just have a thought. For our Mission Graduation Bible study, we have been reading The Prodigal God by Timothy Keller (On the "Maggie's Must Read List"!! Hmm... I really should start the "Maggie's Must Read List"...) Keller writes on the fact that Salvation is Experiential and quotes Jonathon Edwards,
Picture-perfect Pickwick and Wedding Photos...
Friday, November 6, 2009
Happy Friday, everyone! I was reflecting on my week and notcies that something this week has been different than everyother week of the last 6 or 7. I have not run - not even once. Lindsay and I are training for a 1/2 marathon (YIKES!). The race is in less than one month, and I just took the week off... This is not okay.
I also then thought about my battle wounds. "Battle wounds?" you ask. Yes. About 1.5 weeks ago, I was going for a little 6 mile job and at about the 5.5 mile mark I fell. I biffed it. I crashed. I got knocked down. It was terrible. The funny thing is that I don't even know what happened... one moment I was happily running and the next I was on the ground - bewildered. I didn't stumble over my feet... I didn't black out... I just plumited (spelling?) straight to the ground. Below are my Battle Wounds.