October 25, 2015
Can you believe that we are entering the last week of October?
I’m really sad to see it go. It, along with its neighbor, November make up one of my favorite times of the year.
Trees losing their leaves bring out the sweaters and an extra blanket for the bed.
Two boys' birthdays equals cake.
Cooler temps call for soup and warm bread for dinner. On those evenings when you need a bowl of comfort, be sure to make up a pot of Chicken Noodle Soup.
But there are times in life when a bowl of soup or an extra blanket won’t provide the kind of comfort we need. Only in Christ do we find our true Comfort. Our true peace. Earlier in the week, I shared about a time I went through in the past when Jesus comforted me. I pray that as you read these words, you will lean on Him.
Thank you for reading!
As a small gesture of my appreciation, we are hosting our first blog giveaway! As I’m typing this post, I can hear a saw in the background cutting pallets!
A custom “Home” pallet sign would make a great addition to your décor! And hey, Christmas is coming! If you win, you could mark off a gift on your list!
Contest ends on Friday, October 30!
Love, (even when the lid is up!)
October 23, 2015
You know those people who can do anything? The multi-talented ones who can seem to pull off any task with ease?
I am not one.
But you know what’s better than being one? Marrying one.
I mean, combine that talent with an uber-helpful personality, and bam: gold. My hubby seems to be able to do anything….he can bake a mean cheesecake, fix a hole in the wall, and turn flips in the yard for the kiddos.
The last time I went away for a weekend, I returned home to find a freshly painted kitchen, happy boys who had been taken to church, bathed at least once and fed several manly meals purchased with ingredients they got from a trip to the grocery store. This man is off the charts.
It tickles me to show off some of his creations from his latest venture: pallet creations.
Several have made their way into my own décor after seeing them and deciding, “Well, I’ll just keep that one.”
Now, it’s your turn to be able to keep just one for yourself as well.
It’s time for the first blog giveaway!
Comment in the blog comments with your state to be entered to win. Contest is now closed.
A winner will be chosen to receive a custom “Home” pallet sign from Home on the Rock Signs.
Contest runs until Friday, October 30, 2015 at 11:59 PM.
Open to residents of the 50 states.
Feel free to visit Home on the Rock on Etsy.
Thanks for entering!
October 22, 2015
I’m all about comfort.
Comfort food. Comfortable clothes.
Comfortable couch to sit on while wearing my comfortable clothes, eating my comfort food. You get it.
Seems that I am passing on my love for all things comfortable to at least one of my kiddos. When walking in the back door after school, he often asks, “Are we going anywhere today?”
He loves to hear when the answer is “No.” On those days, he rushes to his room and puts on pajama pants.
My kind of kid.
One of his favorites for dinner is homemade chicken noodle soup. Basically, your ultimate comfort food.
It’s perfect for chilly evenings and a great way to use some leftover chicken. Grab yourself a bowl and a sleeve of crackers.
Chicken Noodle Soup
8 cups chicken broth
2 cups cooked, shredded chicken
10 ounce package of egg noodles
2 carrots, sliced
2 teaspoons butter
1 ½ tablespoons flour
½ cup heavy cream
Salt, pepper, and parsley
In a small skillet, melt butter and cook carrots about 10 minutes or until they begin to soften. (A little browning on them will give them more flavor. Searing the chicken will also offer a boost.)
Meanwhile, in a large saucepan, bring the broth to a boil. Add carrots and noodles, cooking them according to package directions. Stir in chicken.
Remove about ½ cup of broth and whisk flour into this separated liquid. Stir in heavy cream and return broth to pot.
*The heavy cream is crucial to the recipe. Just this once, splurge and be sure to include it!
Season soup with salt, pepper, and parsley.
Return to a boil for a few minutes.
Ladle into bowls and get your fill of comfort.
October 20, 2015
The week between the doctor sending me to have it checked and finding out the results was a long one.
I watched my world through misty eyes overwhelmed with thankfulness tainted with regret and a sense of fragility I had not known before.
Walker sat on my mother’s living room floor naively playing with blocks while I quietly told her, “I found a lump.”
With that sentence muttered, I anxiously made my way through the next week while she and my little prayer circle made way to their knees.
I sat in the exam room wearing a hospital gown and clutching my purse. My leg swung nervously.
I spotted them on a corner shelf. Stacks of little pink bags. Very much like the treat bags I’ve sent home with dozens of kids after a birthday party. These were decorated with a ribbon and surely contained helpful information about a diagnosis.
How could I walk into the lobby to my waiting husband with one of those bags?
“Please God, I don’t want a treat bag.”
I had walked in nervously, but stoically. It all just fell apart when the nurse returned a third time for just a different angle. Her kindness could not be matched with my worry as I began to cry.
“Honey, I know it hurts. We’re almost finished.”
"It’s just nerves," I explained. The pain was secondary. It was the “what if’s” that crushed me.
I returned to the lobby, empty handed, to my husband. I’ve never seen such a look of relief on his face. And I was relieved. My mom rejoiced as did others who were waiting for the “all clear” texts we sent.
A collective sigh of relief.
And yet as we all exhaled, I remembered. Those little bags. Many had already been sent home with other nervous hands while others with sweaty palms were still to receive theirs. The fact was not lost on me.
We’ll never be able to figure it out. Why some of us walk back into the lobby ready to rejoice while others receive words that turn their world upside down.
So when I remember my week of waiting and wondering, I remember you. The ones who were handed a bag and along with it, teary days and sleepless nights, questions that go unanswered, and pain of the body and emotions.
I see you, brave one, who fights every day. You are loved. You are not forgotten.
I went through this situation earlier in the year. My desire is to show support for those who have fought and continue to do so.
October 19, 2015
Okay, it’s Monday and I’m just posting the week in review (from last week!).
I know, I’m behind. But I guess it’s a good summation of how last week went.
Complete busyness! All while being buried under a pile of laundry!
We were prepping for my husband to have a vendor booth at a fall festival. He sold some of his custom pallet creations. It was exciting to watch others compliment his hard work.
Be sure to read how his pallet work offers a glimpse into our marriage.
And to go along with his pallet creation launch, please stay tuned for an exciting giveaway coming soon to the blog!
I made up a batch of dipped brownies for a little bake sale action at the booth.
The baking extended to the best part of last week…birthday cake for our birthday boy.
Cayson turned 9!
We partied all weekend and wrapped up the festivities with late afternoon football on Sunday. Review my football food guidelines which I broke by purchasing a nugget tray.
Panthers vs Seahawks.
So basically parents and one child against birthday boy and impressionable youngest child. It was brutal.
But in the end, mama got the prize. A victory. And then spent some time comforting her birthday boy.
Sounds like a scene from nine years ago. Mama gets to hold the real gift, the birthday boy.
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