It Doesn't Make Sense

Recently, an old friend approached me about the possibility of sitting down to share the story of what I went through when my parents divorced. She said that she was collecting stories of people whose families had been through separation and divorce. Children of divorce who'd somehow made it safely "to the other side". {For lack of much better words.}

My baby brother and I around 1988.

I called my little brother, and we talked about it briefly.

Our parents divorced when I was 22 and my brother was 19. They'd been living apart for a couple of years off and on, and much of their relationship's difficulties stemmed from my father's struggle with alcoholism. Being an adult child of divorce is much different than being a young child of divorce. The perspective completely changes regarding all of the years you've lived as a family unit, and your view of your future becomes all but invisible.

The bottom line for my brother and I, during that brief conversation, was just that it doesn't make sense. It doesn't make any sense that he and I are both still believing God is for us in this life. It doesn't make sense that we have such a healthy, strong relationship as siblings. It doesn't make sense that I'm in a healthy, loving, Christ-centered marriage. It doesn't make sense that my little brother and I are both involved in a thriving, Bible-believing, Spirit-filled church.

It doesn't make any sense...but God.

My mom, brother, dad, and me on my wedding day.

I have always said that I felt that God reached down and plucked Blake and I up out of a situation that could have completely changed the course of our lives. We were at such life-altering ages, and could have completely abandoned our faith based on the decisions our parents made. But God. For whatever reason, our good God saw fit to rescue us. To point us both in a direction toward men and women who would "parent" us when our parents couldn't. To fill our lives with mentors, dear friends, and people who shepherded us through a season that was one of the toughest we'd ever seen.

All I can say is that I'm unbelievably thankful. It doesn't make sense, but I'm so thankful.

So thankful that what may not make sense to me somehow makes sense to God.

O Lord my God, you have performed many wonders

for us. Your plans for us are too numerous to list.

{Psalm 40:5a}

{Project 52:4}

{theme: unexpected perspective}

We got a new duvet cover, and she just kept telling me how soft

it was. "It yook nice, mommy. It so soft!"

I am learning a bit more about shooting in natural light, and playing with different aperture settings on my DSLR. I'm excited to keep learning!

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My First Freezer Meal

Ok, ok, ok, so it wasn't exactly my idea. I found it, of course, on Pinterest. {The pin linked to this blog post over at Mom on Timeout.} We l-o-v-e breakfast burritos at our house. Whataburger taquitos, anyone? Those are a favorite here. 

However, most mornings, we don't have nearly enough time to make them. They're usually a Saturday morning treat, or a 'Breakfast for Dinner' meal. I couldn't believe it when I found this crazy pin on Pinterest, saying you could make - and FREEZE - these delectable breakfasts!

So, I tried it out. My trial run was to make a large batch, eat them as 'Breakfast for Dinner' {another favorite around here}, and freeze what was left. After that batch was eaten by my hubby in only a few days, I knew I'd have to make more - and fast.

So, here's my recipe:

{Ingredients}

 - 1 Package of Low Sodium Bacon

 - 1 lb of Jimmy Dean *hot* Sausage (We also use turkey sausage a lot. Can't really tell a difference!)

 - 1 Carton of Eggs

 - 2 Small to Medium Potatoes

 - Tortillas (I used full four tortillas this time, but I'd like to try freezing the whole wheat ones next time.)

I microwaved the bacon, cooked the ground sausage meat, and scrambled the eggs.

After the sausage was almost finished cooking, I added the 2 potatoes, diced into small squares,

so that they could cook in with the sausage. I covered the mixture for 5-8 minutes, stirring occasionally,

so that the potatoes would soften and the sausage wouldn't burn.

Here are all of my yummy ingredients before I assembled the burritos.

You can bet we snacked on that crispy bacon. YUM!

Here's my trusty {and adorable} assistant.

Our first burrito after our little assembly line. {I know

many people are probably thinking "Where's the cheese?"Well, I don't

particularly like cheese on mine, so Adam just adds his after it's re-heated.}

All that's left to do at this point is to place the individual burritos into a parchment-lined casserole

dish and flash freeze them for an hour or two.

After they're good and frozen, we put them in zip-lock bags for quick, easy access. 

This batch made 15 burritos.

Whenever we're ready to heat one up for breakfast, we wrap it in a paper towel (to absorb some of the

juices that will come out when it thaws), and heat it in the microwave for 1.5 minutes. So quick and easy!!

Ok, so it definitely took me almost 2 hours to complete them the second time I made the large batch. I'm not really sure why, because it doesn't seem like it should take that long. Maybe it was all of Allie's bacon requests and "help" that slowed me down a bit. I'm sure I'll be making them again when this batch runs out, though, so I'll find out!