Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Time-Saving Kitchen Tip - Garlic

by Lois Breneman

This tip will save so much time and you will have freshly minced garlic readily available to measure out for your meals when you are tired and busy.

I stumbled upon this bag of fresh peeled garlic at Walmart and grabbed it, knowing how I hate to peel garlic.  Even using the garlic press for each recipe is time consuming and can be messy. 

So today I got the idea to put all the peeled garlic into the food processor with a sharp blade and let her rip!  Instantly the garlic was minced! 

I store freshly minced garlic in a glass jar with olive oil in the refrigerator.  It has never gone bad for me.  Then when a recipe calls for minced garlic, there is no need to go through all the motions of peeling the garlic, using a garlic press, and cleaning it.  Just spoon out what you need!

Friday, September 8, 2017

It Happened Here: A Small Halt

by Sheila Petre
Used by permission

                My friend Abigail was running across her lawn sometime last year and something happened to her foot. The doctors are still unsure of a diagnosis, and she lives with pain and an inability to walk on her own two feet comfortably.
                Abigail is cheery and friendly, and has a great sense of humor. When I met her a few weeks ago at the parent-teacher meeting, I talked with her a while. Was she still suffering from that foot? She was—she had it propped on a wheeled knee-rest.
“The lengths,” I said, “to which some people will go to get out of gardening.”
                She laughed, obediently, but later I regretted my words. I am not a born gardener, but I needn’t assume everyone shares my reluctance in the field. It’s an attitude problem for me, I fear. When writing or editing, I have had moments of needing to force myself to stay in my chair until I am finished. Why can’t I be so disciplined about Gardening? With its relentless do-it-today-or-regret-it-all-winter, and even-if-you-work-your-hardest, you’ll-never-be-finished-in-August, and are-you-sure-you-should-read-while-you-feed-the-baby-since-that-means-it-takes-longer-to-feed-the-baby, gardening, if I looked at it as I do writing—a privilege—could be more manageable.
                Strawberries are in, after all—a little early this year. Raspberries swell in the other garden—and cry for weeding, mulching, and tying up. We picked strawberries Friday evening, and the children helped. They helped cap some, too. I chocolate-covered a few quarts, and made another few into strawberry Danish for Sunday lunch, and took a few in disposable containers to neighbors. Ah, that’s the most fun of gardening—giving away the excess. Mrs. Paylor, a small beautiful white-haired lady smelling of Avon, thanked me most profusely, and said she would make me a shortcake—would I like a shortcake? She uses her grandmother’s recipe.
                How could I refuse?
                Saturday was comfortably busy, with cleaning up the house, getting clothes ready for Sunday, capping berries, bathing children and keeping children happy. And then there was Mrs. Paylor at the door with the shortcake in a covered cake pan, strawberries decking the top in a bed of whiteness. “The recipe calls for meringue,” she said, lowering her voice, eyes twinkling in a shared-secret camaraderie. “But I cheat. I just use”—almost whispering—“Dream Whip.” I gave her another portion of strawberries, and was still smiling when I closed the door on the aura of Avon.
                We had the shortcake for supper and it was delicious. Fresh food, for free—can’t I love summer’s busyness, too?
   Now I have another dish to return. Earlier in the day, I had eyed the stack of empty pans and bowls on the bookshelf in the front room. We had to return these dishes, which church people had brought, full of food, after Stephen was born.
                I don’t like to return empty dishes. I schemed about what I could put in them. Roses, that’s what. At a writer’s meeting in October, every plate had a carnation beside it, in a little plastic bud vase with a rubbery top which kept the water in. I saved the vases to use—and this would be perfect. I could put a single rose into every stack of dishes, and Rachael could solicit the help of one of her friends to deliver the dishes back to the owners on Sunday morning.
                I sent the children to bedward, fed Stephen and laid him on the bed. I had time, I thought, to slip outside before dark and pick those roses. I filled a pitcher with water and grabbed the shears.
                I would wear my black clogs—but I could only find one of them. I went after my boots. They were inside the kitchen door, where I had not left them; we have trouble with Borrowers around here. I love my boots. They are fuzzy inside, and have a wee wedge-heel. I’m too tall to wear much of a heel, usually, but I like to wear heels. Wearing these boots makes me feel as though I can conquer anything. Michael looks at them skeptically, saying someday I’m going to hurt my ankle wearing them—the sole is too narrow.
                Michael was in the garden, planting beans. I waved. Navigating the clutter of bikes and wagons on the driveway, I moved onto the lawn, almost marching, very happy. I love the feel of those boots!
Halfway across the lawn, my narrow heel came down swiftly, sideways on a knot of ground, my ankle turned under my weight, I heard—or merely felt—the small snap of a sudden yielding, and I pitched headlong onto the grass.                
This was what upset me first: I spilled all the water. The pitcher flew from my hand as I fell and there went all that water, wasted.
This was what upset me second: Michael did not see me fall. I hoped he had, that he would cry out to ask if I was okay, and come quickly to the rescue, and make consoling sounds upon arrival. I laid there face down only a moment, and then rolled onto my back and looked in his direction. He was still planting beans. I watched him coming down the row toward me. Anytime now, he would look in his wife’s direction, casually, a hint of admiration in his eyes as he watched her picking roses in the cool of the evening.
Not once. He kept dropping the seeds in the furrow, nearer and nearer, not looking over once. I sat up.
Get over the dramatics, I told myself. Stand. Pick up the pitcher of water, and fill it at the pump—you won’t even have to go into the house for more. You can tell him the story later; nothing heroic about it.
Except that when I moved my foot, I drew in a deep breath and held it, until the pain subsided. Surely I could get up—but I couldn’t. Michael reached the end of the row, dropping beans, and turned to go back, dropping them in, dropping them in. I watched him casually, a hint of admiration in my eyes.
And I thought about what I had said to Abigail, with even more regret.
“Hey!” I hollered. He didn’t hear me. I hated to call him from his work as night fell, but the children were alone in the house, and now it was getting colder, sitting on the ground. I waited till he finished the row, and then I hollered again. This time he heard me, and came.
With his help, I stood, and discovered that if I put my foot down just right, it didn’t hurt at all. But if I tipped it the least bit outward, pain screamed from my ankle. He carried the empty pitcher and I took the shears. I held his arm. I limped—I could not help it. And limping is not fun. I like attention when I hurt, but not constant attention. Limping, when I do it, feels affected; it draws a constant attention to myself that I detest. (There’s a lot to be said for limping; I haven’t the time or energy to explore it now. But believe me, I thought about many aspects this weekend.)
I woke at three Sunday morning to feed Stephen, and could not go back to sleep for an hour. What if my ankle was broken and I had to wear a cast all summer? I wouldn’t be able to get out of gardening—I would garden anyway; Michael would expect me to if I could at all manage—and being unable to do it would be the incentive I needed to want to do it. What would my family eat this winter if I didn’t garden? Would I want them eating food others worked for while I sat in my chair? No. This would complicate things. What would I do? Why hadn’t I been thankful for my good health? For being able to walk freely, confidently, in boots or out of boots?  
By daybreak Sunday, my ankle was swollen—not much, but a little—and hurt, especially after use. Mostly, I was wary of carrying Stephen while I walked, lest my foot let me down, as sometimes happened. Michael took all the children except Stephen and Laurel to church, and Rachael delivered the dishes empty of all but good intentions and little notes that said “Esther,” “Luella,” “Bethany,” “Jeanine,” and “Rosalie.” Laurel and I played half a game of Scrabble; I put ice on my foot for a while in the afternoon, and by evening, felt much better.
As of Monday morning, I have decided my ankle didn’t break; I only sprained it. There is still some swelling, and a bit of tenderness, but I have a little more range of movement in my foot, allowing me to walk more easily, and even go down the stairs one foot down and then the next foot further down, instead of with the toddler method of one foot, stop, bring next foot to same level.
I see I will not, after all, be able to get out of gardening this summer. Just my luck, to be laid up over the weekend and feeling better by Monday, I would have thought last week—but this week, after yesterday’s pain and that (abominable) limping, I am absurdly grateful.
Lord willing, I get to garden this summer! I was out with Michael and my sister-in-law, picking berries at dawn this morning. Now I have the 16-18 quarts to cap. I might pray while I do it. My prayers will be thankful ones—I have work to do, and the health to do it.
Remind me of this in August.

Sheila J Petre
Our May: watching tadpoles and water plants swell in a gallon jar on the kitchen counter; treasuring the fragile moments of Stephen’s newbornness; eating the last of the peas…green beans…and raspberries in the freezer; counting the days till summer vacation and fresh peas…raspberrries…and green beans; flinging open the windows to Spring

The Five Worst Foods for Arthritis

5. Gluten (Fibrin)

4.  Processed Food (French fries, corn, soybean, omega-6....)

3. Blackened and Barbequed Foods (Grilled foods - blackened)

2. Nightshade Vegetables
Potatoes, Tomatoes, Peppers, Eggplant

1. Sugar
Cookies, candy, ice cream ......

Precious Gems

Ruby's (5) description of how the eclipse will happen today... (in a very excited voice)"He (God) is going to take the moon, and place it over the sun without His hand even getting burned!!!" 
 
She said, "I found this frog in the pool filter and I kissed it and it didn't turn into a prince...what a rip off!"
 
Read about Miriam and Moses' trust in God for devotions tonight....after the pharaoh refused to let the Israelites leave Egypt and all the water turned into blood, the land filled up with frogs and gnats and the hail killed all crops.  I asked the girls, what do you think they were going to do?!.....
Lindsey: (raising her hand) Easy. Frog legs and leftovers.   

Preparing for Hurricanes

by Debbie Klinect -- Used by permission

Do you know what season this is?  If you said "summer," you are right.  But that isn't the season I am referring to.  It is officially hurricane season.  Yesterday it rained off and on all afternoon and evening.  I decided to watch the evening news to see what the weather man was going to tell me about the rest of this week and it was more of the same.  Apparently there is a disturbance in the Gulf of Mexico causing all of this and it will be here for a few days.  He said that the hurricane center is not calling it a depression but they are watching it to see what is going to happen.  This brought to my mind a conversation that my husband and I had a few years back and so I thought I would take this time and share our conversation with you and what has come out of that conversation. 


Like so many Floridians, a few years back I had a very cocky attitude about hurricanes.  Living in the Orlando area, I just didn't see the reason for all the fuss - we never get hit by hurricanes here.  I have experienced a hurricane before in September, 1979 - Hurricane David.  We were in Merritt Island when David hit the Cocoa Beach area.  I was 5 months pregnant with our first child.  My husband, Kurt, decided that he had heard enough and we sat down for a serious talk.  He wanted me to understand that it was a fact that we, in Central Florida, would probably never get hit by a hurricane. 

BUT, we had other serious issues of concern.  Winds from the hurricane can be over 50 miles an hour as far inland as we are AND hurricanes are famous for spawning tornadoes.  We live in an area with many old oak trees and with winds at that speed, that was a great concern.  Also tornadoes cause so much damage, taking out homes, power lines, and busting water lines.  So even though we don't live on the coast and have the potential of hurricane damage, we do need to be wise and prudent. 

That year I got out the hurricane check off list and went shopping.  I took $5.00 a week from our paycheck and bought canned and boxed goods one week, disposal dinnerware and things another week and so on.  Hurricane season is from June 1st through November 30th so I had many weeks of collecting things.  If we were blessed to not have to use the food items I bought, we would donate them to the homeless shelter here in town during their Thanksgiving Food Drive.

I'd like to share with you what we have done over the last few years.  We have a hall closet that we have dubbed the Hurricane Supply Closet.  We don't use the entire closet, just the bottom floor area.  Like I said, starting the beginning of June, I start purchasing items from the Hurricane Supply list put together by Channel 9.  We get paid every other week so I take $10.00 out of that money and get canned and boxed goods and batteries, and whatever else is on that list.  Coming out of our paycheck like this isn't the big blow that it usually is to people who are running to the grocery store to get whatever they can when they hear a storm is on the way. 

Another thing we have done is when we are finished drinking our milk and large bottles of juice, I immediately clean out the plastic container and fill them 3/4 full of water.  We have a water purification system in our home so we fill the jugs with purified water.  I then put these containers into my freezer.  This way we have lots of frozen jugs of water that can be used for drinking.  They also act as ice packs for our coolers when we need to keep perishable foods cold.  Over the years I have come up with recipes that would be good food for my family and also something that can be stored well.  Just going out to buy canned goods isn't any good if you don't have a plan for them.  I'll include my recipes at the end of this article for you.

 Being a homeschool mom I got to thinking about how the hurricane season could affect my homeschooling.  As far as school goes, I am one of those moms who likes to have all her ducks in a row at the beginning of summer. I know what books I'll need and what we will have on hand.  Since there is still the possibility of us in the Central Florida area having to go to a shelter of some kind I decided that I needed to have a homeschool moms supply list.  I presently homeschool two lower elementary children but have also had high schoolers in the last few years.  Through much sitting, pondering and prayer I found a solution to this potential problem.  I have a medium sized suitcase with wheels.  I looked at our school books and supplies that I had on hand for the upcoming school year and decided to go ahead and pack everything in this suitcase.  This way I could take it with me and not worry about having to replace anything if we had to evacuate.  My reason for this was to not have that added expense of having to replace everything. I also have an old diaper bag that I have kept from our last child, that I fill with small travel games, coloring books, colored pencils, plain paper with clip boards, and some fun books to read.  This would be used to keep my kids occupied.  I don't let them pack electronic games because these take batteries that might be needed elsewhere.
 

Tips on Saving Time and Money:
* Start to buy things from the check list a little bit at a time.  A downloadable guide can be found at www.wftv.com/hurricanes.
* If your child is in diapers or pull ups, start to put aside a few of those each time you purchase a package of them. This way you won't have that huge expense if a storm is on the way.  Stock up on extra formula.
* Clean out your old milk jugs and large juice bottles.  Fill them 3/4 full and freeze them.
* Buy an extra pound of ground beef when you are grocery shopping.  Brown it and freeze it.
* Look at your school supplies and have them in an area where you can grab them quickly if needed
* Fill an old diaper bag or back pack with games, coloring items, puzzles and paper and have it in an area where you can grab it quickly
* Make sure that you have an ample supply of needed medicines on hand.  Stock up an extra month's worth if you can.
* Keep your gas tank about half full at all times.  Those gas lines are horrible if you are trying to get gas in order to get out of town and it won't cost you as much to fill your tank.
* Start to put away two or three dollars a week in a Hurricane Cash Can.  Money is always needed at this time and you might not be able to get to the bank to get the cash you need.  Purpose not to spend this money until hurricane season is over. 
Hospitality - It is not healthy, nor is it thinking of others to have the attitude about hurricanes that I once did.  I have come to learn that not only is it a good idea to be prepared but that the Lord could use me in the lives of others during this time.  Several of our friends and family live along the coast of Florida and there are times that we have extended the invitation for them to come and stay with us when a storm seems to be approaching their area.  Opening our home that the Lord has given to us has been a huge thing for our family.  We LOVE having visitors!!  To help with sleeping arrangements, we have purchased a couple of full sized blow up mattresses and since we have 8 in our family, we have many sleeping bags.  If in the event that a family needs to stay with us, I do request that they bring their own pillows, since we don't have an abundance of those.  If your house has five bedrooms like ours does, or it is small and has three bedrooms, the Lord can still use you to have a safe refuge for those needing it.  Be in prayer about what the Lord would have you to do to keep your family prepared and a refuge for others who may need your help. 
Recipes - In One or Two Pots
If you have frozen meat in your freezer, you'll want to use this meat up first.  Here are a few recipes for your frozen meats.  I'll add meatless recipes afterwards.  We have a camping cook stove with propane cans that we keep ready during hurricane season.  
Chili and Brown Rice ~ Two cans of spicy chili beans, two cans of Great Northern Beans, one large can of diced tomatoes, one pound of browned ground beef.  Put all this in a pot and cook over medium-low heat.  In another pot, boil two cups of water.  When water is boiling, add one cup of brown rice.  Cook covered for 45 minutes on low heat.  Serve the chili over the rice to make a filling dinner.  Feeds 6
Spaghetti ~ Cook a 16 ounce box of spaghetti according to directions on the box.  Drain the spaghetti and add a pound of browned ground beef and one or two cans of already made spaghetti sauce.  (I use canned during this time so we don't accidentally break any jars). Feeds 6.  Serve with any bread you have available.
Autumn Chicken ~ Brown chicken breasts in a little bit of oil. When browned on both sides, drain off the oil. Put chicken back in pan and top with a can of green beans (that has been drained first) and a large can of sweet potatoes (drain half the liquid first).  Cook for 30 minutes over medium-low heat.  Serve with any bread you have available. 
Beef and Broccoli ~ Slice roast beef into strips and brown in a little bit of oil.  Add two cans of tomato soup, 1/3 cup soy sauce, 1/3 cup vinegar, 1/4 tsp. pepper, 1 1/2 tsp. garlic powder, stir well.  Add the broccoli flowerets and cook over medium heat for 20 minutes, stirring often.  Serve over brown rice.
Black Beans, Rice, and Chips ~ In a pot, bring two cups of water to boil.  Add one cup of brown rice, cover and cook on low heat for 45 minutes.  In another pan, brown chopped onion, diced green pepper along with 1/4 tsp. of cilantro and 1/4 tsp. cumin.  Add two cans of black beans and one can of corn, drained.  Stir and cook over medium/low heat for 20 minutes.  When the rice is done, put a small pile of it on a dinner plate.  Top rice with black beans.  Top this with salsa.  Eat with Taco Chips. 

Cowboy Soup ~ In a large pot put a large can of diced tomatoes, small can of tomato sauce, four cups of water, two cans drained potatoes/green beans, two cans drained corn, 1/4 tsp. garlic powder, dash of pepper.  Cook over medium/low heat for 30 minutes.  8 servings.
Brown Rice ~ My friend, Lois Breneman, shares that you can cook up the brown rice ahead of time and freeze it in portion-sized bags.  That way it is already cooked and all you need to do is warm it up a bit in your skillet or microwave if you have power.
Some Canned Goods and Staples I Also Buy ~ Campbell's chunky soups, Ramen noodle soups, tuna, Ravioli, peanut butter, honey, crackers of all kinds, dried fruit, bagels, canned nuts (unsalted), juice in boxes, snack bars (Balance Bars, Cliff Bars from health food stores).  Add to this list whatever your family likes.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

3 Ways the World Will Try to Indoctrinate Your Kids, and 3 Bible Verses You Can Pray Over Them


 
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The world my kids are living in is radically different from the one I grew up in. When I was a kid, there was no internet. There were no cell phones. No Facebook or Twitter. No one I knew owned a computer. If I wanted to find something out, I had to go to the library and check out a book, or consult my parent’s encyclopedia set. In the '80s, it was fairly easy to settle into your church and community and not hear much from the outside world. I wasn’t particularly sheltered, but still I had never heard many of the sophisticated intellectual objections to the Christian faith until I was an adult....and I was not prepared with answers. But the one thing I DID have—I had praying parents.

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Saturday, July 1, 2017

Parenting Insight You Can Use Now

This idea was taken from the book Good and Angry, Exchanging Frustration for Character in You and Your Kids by Dr Scott Turansky and Joanne Miller, RN BSN.
Used by permission

A busy father comes home from work hoping to relax with his wife and enjoy his children. Instead, he walks into a land mine of relational issues. Children are bickering and Mom is frazzled. Even the dog has retreated to a quieter room in the house. A mom comes home from work wanting to share a couple of interesting stories with her family only to find that, instead, everyone wants a piece of her.

When you hit those challenging moments in family life, how do you respond? You probably have certain routines you use in conflict situations or when you're stressed or upset. One mom tells us, "I call it my 'take charge mode.' I just start taking control of everything, giving orders, solving problems, and managing people. Unfortunately, I don't always do it in a gracious way. I become more interested in reestablishing my authority than in building relationships." A dad admitted, "When things get tense in my home, I retreat. I know that's not the best but it's the way I've always responded to conflict."

When things get tense in your home, step back for a moment and evaluate the patterns that have developed. One of the ways to change those patterns is to see the routines that you use when you’re under pressure. It's amazing what happens when just one person begins to change. A whole family can change a pattern, but it all starts when someone decides to relate a little differently.

We all know that children function best with routines in their schedule. They also benefit from learning good relational routines. If you will take the time to teach children how to respond well to instruction or correction and then practice those healthy routines, you will not only make family life easier but you will teach your children something they will use in relationships for the rest of their lives.

Healing Heel Crack Salve

by Shannon Buck ~ Used by permission

http://www.freshpickedbeauty.com/2011/10/healing-heel-crack-salve.html

My husband often develops painful cracks in his heels and usually requests a batch of my Healing Heel Crack Salve.  This recipe is very easy to create and is chock full of beneficial oils. Apply a layer of this salve to your heels and sleep in a pair of wool socks and you will be on your way to supple soft feet in no time.  My husband likes to use a pumice stone once a week to help eliminate the dry skin build-up. Do not use on open wounds or broken skin. Sometimes cracks in your heels can be a sign of a more serious problem than just dry skin, make sure you visit your doctor if in doubt. 

 Place a canning ring in a pot of about 3 inches of water. Bring water to a simmer. 


Measure out the following ingredients into a 4-cup capacity glass measuring cup.

11 grams Liquid Lanolin
6 grams Cocoa Butter
9 grams Shea Butter
6 grams Coconut Oil
11 grams Castor Oil
10 grams Emu Oil
5 grams Vitamin E Oil
40 grams Beeswax

You will end up with just over 1/2 cup of healing oils.
Set the glass cup on the canning ring.  The simmering water should come up just the the level of the oils. Allow the oils to melt completely.

At about 120 degrees, both the waxes and the oils will melt and combine.

As soon as the oil cools to around 100 degrees, add in the following. 


Once the Essential Oils are blended into the base, transfer to a clean jar. Cap tightly.  Use a clean utensil to take out the desired amount of product. Keep out of direct light and heat.
This information is for educational purposes only, it is not intended to treat, cure, prevent or, diagnose any disease or condition. Nor is it intended to prescribe in any way. This information is for educational purposes only and may not be complete, nor may its data be accurate. 
 

As with all essential oils, never use them undiluted. Do not take internally unless working with a qualified and expert practitioner. Keep away from children. If applying an essential oil to your skin always perform a small patch test to an insensitive part of the body (after you have properly diluted the oil in an appropriate carrier. Please consult a health care professional if you have any serious medical conditions. Be well!

Rosemary Mint Whipped Shea Body Butter

by Shannon Buck ~ Used by permission

http://www.freshpickedbeauty.com/2012/04/rosemary-mint-whipped-shea-body-butter.html

One of my favorite beauty recipes to make is Whipped Shea Body Butter.  This luxuriously whipped moisturizing creation instantly penetrates your skin and provides long-lasting protection and moisture. You may choose your favorite liquid oil, but I recommend you try Kukui Nut Oil which has high penetrability and soothing properties and can help soothe chapped skin as it contains high levels of the essential fatty acids linoleic acid and alpha-linolenic.  Great for dry skin, psoriasis, eczema and sensitive skin.  Choose your favorite blend of Essential Oils or leave it "naked" and enjoy the natural scent of the unrefined Shea and Cocoa butters. 

Rosemary Mint Whipped Shea Body Butter
45 grams Cocoa Butter
90 grams Shea Butter
45 grams Kukui Nut Oil

 Gather your ingredients (I use Mountain Rose Herbs products).  Cocoa butter is really hard and is sometimes tricky to break into chunks, be careful!!!


 In a medium sized glass or metal bowl, measure out your Cocoa Butter. 

Add in your Shea Butter.  Shea Butter is soft enough to be easily scooped out the the jar.  

Drizzle in the Kukui Nut Oil.  

Place the bowl over a pan of simmering water and allow the butters and oil to melt over low heat.  Takes about 5 minutes.  

Allow the melted mixture to cool at room temp for about 10 minutes and then transfer to your freezer for 20 minutes. 

Blend mixture with a whisk attachment for about 5 minutes and place back into the freezer for 15 to 20 minutes.  

 It is getting there!! See how it is starting to turn creamy colored.  Keep whisking and if necessary return to the freezer until mixture is super cold.  


 Almost ready, just keep whisking!!! Scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed. This is the point when you can add in your essential oils. 

Yes!!! We have Whipped Shea Body Butter!!! Looks good enough to eat....but don't!!!

Just for fun, I like to place the body butter in a piping bag, snip the end and pipe it into my containers.  Make sure to use your body butter within 60 days.  Keep in a cool and dark place.  Hot temperatures will cause it to melt.  I like to keep a batch in the fridge during Summer.  Just make sure you clearly label your container.  

I hope you enjoy this beauty recipe.  As always, I would love to hear from you when you make this. Let me know how your batch turned out.  Green Blessings!!!

This information is for educational purposes only, it is not intended to treat, cure, prevent or, diagnose any disease or condition. Nor is it intended to prescribe in any way. This information is for educational purposes only and may not be complete, nor may its data be accurate. As with all herbs, . Do not take internally unless working with a qualified and expert practitioner. Keep away from children.  I am an affiliate with Mountain Rose Herbs,please review my disclosure page for details.. Avoid use  unless discussed with your physician. This information is for educational purposes only.  This information has not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration.  This information is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any condition or disease. Green Blessings!!!

Killing Kids with Love

http://foreverymom.com/family-parenting/killing-kids-calling-love-jennie-scott/

We’re Killing Our Kids and Calling it Love
Love is patient. Love is kind. And you know what else? Love doesn’t spoil.
Used by permission

When I was growing up, one of the worst insults that could be hurled at a child (or his parents) was that he was a spoiled brat. It was a phrase that wasn’t used very often, but when it was, it stung. No one wanted to hear the perception that a child was spoiled.

Now, we hardly hear the phrase, but maybe it’s because so many children are spoiled. Has the phrase decreased as the problem increased?
Out of curiosity, I looked up the meaning of “spoil.” Here, it means “to harm the character of a child by being too lenient or indulgent.
That’s convicting.
lego-boy

It’s hard to parent, and it’s particularly hard to parent when we have long-term goals but face pressing, short-term issues. When a child is squalling because he wants a piece of candy, it’s so much easier to give him the candy to keep the peace. When he is complaining because all of his friends have the latest, expensive whatever-it-is, it’s so much easier to give in to make him happy with you. When the house is dirty, it’s just easier to clean it yourself than to teach him and then insist that he do his part.
It’s easier to spoil the child, and maybe that’s why we’re doing it. It’s easier, and it makes the child happy. After all, isn’t that what we’re after? Happy children?
I hope not.
The measuring stick of successful parenting is definitely not happy children. Well-adjusted, responsible, kind, and selfless? Absolutely. Happy and spoiled? No way.
Look back at the definition of spoiled. When we are too lenient or too indulgent, giving our kids too much of what they don’t need, we are simultaneously harming their character.

We try to justify our indulgence and leniency by telling ourselves we’re showing them love. We tell ourselves that we’re giving our children everything we never had. We convince ourselves that we don’t want them to feel different, left out, or lacking.
We tell ourselves a lot of things, but we forget to tell ourselves the truth.
The truth is that giving them everything they want and ask for is the opposite of showing them love. It’s showing them that they’re the center of the universe, and it’s teaching them that the purpose of their lives is fulfillment of their material desires.
Do we even realize what we’re doing? Maybe not. If we were aware that we were hurting their character, surely we would stop. The deceiver wants us to ruin them from the start, so he deceives us from the start. We’re blinded to the harm we’re doing.
You’ve seen what I’ve seen in the world. Two-year-olds ruling their households, with their parents afraid to set bedtimes and asking instead of telling. Five-year-olds demanding toys in Target – and receiving them “just because.” Ten-year-olds who “will only wear name-brand clothes.”  Sixteen-year-olds who drive nicer cars than their parents and carry handbags that cost hundreds of dollars.
Children are being spoiled, parents are giving in, and society is suffering.
It’s not about whether we can afford these things or not. (And in many cases, we can’t. We keep up with the Joneses by keeping our debt accumulating. We keep working ourselves to death so we can give our kids all they want. We’re not spending our extra cash – we’re spending our only cash. We work overtime and stress ourselves out, and then we just dole out the stuff to the kids who haven’t lifted a finger for it.) Even if we could afford to give our kids everything they want, we shouldn’t do it. Life is not about possessions, and spoiling children with possessions teaches them it is.
Denying your children will not ruin them. It will not destroy their lives, and it will not leave them friendless. Yes, it may make them upset momentarily. Yes, it may make them a little different from their friends. Yes, it may mean your family isn’t just like everyone else’s. But isn’t that a good thing?
When your child is older and understands why you stood your ground, he will see that you were teaching what matters in the long run. He will see that sacrifice leads to greater blessings. He will see that you loved him enough to say no.
Love is patient. Love is kind. And you know what else? Love doesn’t spoil.

This article originally appeared JennieGScott.com.
Jennie Scott
Jennie Scott is a divorced and remarried mom of two whose life has been far from perfect and completely different from what she planned. What she has found, though, is that God has provided exactly what she needed through it all. He is teaching her to enjoy the journey even when the path is winding and difficult. Jennie blogs at JennieGScott.com.