Too small

Too short
 

Too young looking

Too defenseless

I have heard these characteristics a lot

*Waving*

"Steph, what are you waving at?"

"My dream job...it left at approximately 1:18p this afternoon."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I guess that just isn't what God has in store for me.  Hey, God didn't by any chance tell you when or what my next job will be, did he?"


"Ah, no sorry.  Can't say that he has mentioned that one."


"Yeah, me neither.  But he has it figured out, right?  Like, he knows?"


"Oh yeah. Yeah, that's one thing you don't need to worry about."


"Ah, good.  Good to hear."


Guess I'll stop waving now...that dream job is long gone and new adventures are just arriving

Lately

Psalm 3:4-6

⁴ I call out to the LORD,
   and he answers me from his holy mountain.
 ⁵ I lie down and sleep;
   I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.
⁶ I will not fear though tens of thousands
   assail me on every side.

This week...

Two interviews

Monday...with a nice lady

Thursday...with 7 people at a big table...and then an essay...literally my dream job

The first date with my husband in over a month

Student Loan Payments (still cheerfully paying:)

Game night

Quincy Ox Roast (yes, we live in small town, mountain man land!)

Zebra nail painting with Keslie

New recipes

A new church community

Dylan working overtime

Dylan getting paid for overtime

Smudge successful/unsuccessful at potty training

Wholesome fellowship with Dylan's Grandma

Campfire Mountain Pies

Handwritten letters

Loved By Many

Once again, a blessing of a week

You have no idea what a blessing it is when people pray over us!

We value you all of your prayers:)

And some pictures of our Small Guy:)

And for my next creation...

Fruit Salsa with Baked Cinnamon Chips

by Allrecipes

2 kiwis, peeled and diced
2 Golden Delicious apples - peeled, cored and diced
8 ounces raspberries
1 (16 oz) carton of strawberries, diced
2 tablespoons white sugar (more or less to taste)
1 tablespoon brown sugar (more or less to taste)
3 tablespoons fruit preserves, any flavor (I used strawberry)

10 (10 inch) flour tortillas
melted butter or butter flavored cooking spray

Cinnamon sugar:
1 cup white sugar
2 Tablespoons cinnamon

1. In a large bowl, thoroughly mix kiwis, apples, raspberries, strawberries, white sugar, brown sugar and fruit preserves. Cover and chill in the refrigerator at least 15 minutes.

2. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

3.Coat one side of each flour tortilla with melted butter or butter flavored cooking spray. Sprinkle tortillas with desired amount of cinnamon sugar. Cut into wedges and arrange in a single layer on a large baking sheet. Spray again with cooking spray (not necessary if using melted butter).

4.Bake in the preheated oven 8 to 10 minutes. Repeat with any remaining tortilla wedges. Allow to cool approximately 15 minutes. Serve with chilled fruit mixture. This salsa can also be serve with cinnamon graham grackers or cinnamon pita chips. Best when made and eaten the same day otherwise the fruit gives off so too much juice and it gets runny. 

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Lately...

I have been

~making a budget

~trying out various recipes

~long sunset walks (as if PA actually has ever had a sunset with all of these stupid mountains everywhere)

~teaching Smudge tricks

~housework

~building a wonderfully strong sisterhood with Dylan's sister, Kelsie

~mastering the art of feminine fertility

~putting together a delicate address book in hopes of spreading joy this Fall with notes of encouragement

 Cactoctin Park (Where we suspect Camp David is...)

There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother ...
Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too
 ~Anna Quindlan

 He's growing like a friggin weed these days

Wednesday

Finally...

I have found a potato salad my husband likes!

http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2011/08/salt-and-vinegar-potato-salad/

The feeling of a somewhat satisfied wife

I do not ask for easy paths
Along life’s winding roads,
But for the promised grace and strength

To carry all its loads. —Meadows