random recipe #2: stuffed peppers.

I made stuffed peppers for the first time a couple of weeks ago, and I have to tell you—they were delicious. When trying new recipes, I usually Google what I want to make, just to get the “skeleton,” if you will—the basic ingredients, the baking temperature and time—and then I make my  own interpretation.

So, giving credit to some kind folks at AllRecipes.com and Food.com, here is my latest version of the filling for stuffed peppers:

1 lb of ground beef
1 cup of cooked jasmine rice
½ jar of your favorite pasta sauce (I’m currently crazy about Trader Joe’s Tomato Basil)
½ cup of diced bell pepper (just use the tops of whatever bell peppers you’re going to stuff)
¼ diced onion
2 cloves of fresh garlic, minced
¼ red wine (I prefer using actual wine to cooking wine—less sodium)
a generous portion of Italian seasoning
salt and pepper
¼ seasoned bread crumbs (optional—just adds a fun texture)

Sautee the peppers and onions until tender. At the last minute or two, add the fresh garlic. It only needs to cook for a minute—otherwise, it will burn, and you’ll taste it later. Add the cooked rice, raw ground beef, peppers and onions, and everything else together in a mixing bowl.

This recipe will make enough filling for 6 peppers. Since I’m usually just cooking for myself and my husband, I will make two peppers at the time and then freeze the rest of the filling for later.

For the peppers:
After you’ve cut the tops of your bell peppers, cover them in a light layer of olive oil and roast at 400 degrees for 5 minutes or so to soften. Then, fill them with the mixture and add two tablespoons more of the pasta sauce to the top of each pepper. Reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees and bake the peppers for one hour. Toward the end of the baking time, add a little shredded cheese to the top and let it melt.

De.Li.Cious. Feel free to tweak...my favorite recipes are the ones you can make your own! Happy eating!

mug swap!

I participated in a fun little thing called a "Mug Swap" this month with other brilliant bloggers around town. I was assigned a blogger whom I had never met and was commissioned to get to know her (a.k.a. "cyber-stalk"--at least, that's how I interpreted it) and pick out the perfect coffee mug for her! 


I had the pleasure of getting to know Hillary of Sass in Spades. This great lady, wife, and mother of two has a passion for running and writing, and a growing burden for the people of Africa. She also has great taste in mugs. Here's mine:

I love it--particularly because I was recently drooling over a craft project Hillary did where she put initials on cool-looking mugs--like this one.


Hillary's blog is a joy to read, from her witty perspective, to her heartfelt letters to her kids, to random recipes she blogs about (like refrigerated single-serve oatmeal, which I am so excited about). I highly recommend you check her blog out!

And Hillary, it was a pleasure. :) Thanks for my mug!

praise and worship and life...pt 1

I'm studying the roots and history of praise and worship a bit, and here's a tidbit of what I'm learning:
Praise is vocal.
Worship is active.
Neither of them are passive. 


The quote I'm chewing on right now is, "The spirit of praise is a social spirit, calling for social utterance."


More to come...especially if you plan on attending June's First Wednesday in Summerville. :)

love story.

We met at church, apparently. I don’t remember it clearly like he does, probably because I was about to go on stage to lead worship. He was the older brother of my friend Josh. I said something like, “Ok, nice to meet you, see you later.”

Months later, at a New Year’s Eve party, I saw this handsome blonde guy across the field and thought, “Oh my goodness, who is that?” I wanted to learn everything about him, so I started asking people in our circle of friends. He was a baseball player, he worked at a staffing company, he attended the young adult service I went to occasionally, he might be there Tuesday night. “Then,” I thought, “I will be there Tuesday night.”

That is when my two-year crazy crush began. I was not the type of girl for passing, passive crushes. Oh no, I was all in. I was the pursuer. I went to church and found him there. I went to his parents’ house and found him there. I even stopped by his workplace with his favorite soda and candy bar one day. I was about as obvious as a girl can be without outright proposing. And yet…nothing.

Now, despite what one might think, it wasn’t all crazy all the time. We truly became good friends during that period…I was just hoping we would become more than that. For two years. So were other people. I got the “Why don’t you and Travis…?” question quite a bit, and all I could do was shrug. I didn’t know why he wasn’t interested; he just wasn’t.

But I kept trying…for two years. And finally, one night, I had a heart change. For years, and several other messed-up relationships, I had been the pursuer. I had tried to make things happen, and they were never the right thing. “Pursuer” just wasn’t the role I was supposed to play. If there’s one thing God has taught me over and over in my life, it’s “Don’t try to make things happen,” and this was one of those lessons.

I remember it so clearly. I was driving home after hanging out with Travis and a couple of other people, and I prayed, “God, if You want me and Travis to be together, he has to initiate this. I am not going to ask him out, and I’m not going to make this happen. He has got to be the one to make that change in our friendship. I’m putting it in Your hands now.”

And I truly did. I stopped pursuing Travis. I kept up my friendship with him, naturally, but I didn’t pine for anything more. I moved on.

Then, three years later…

I started getting text messages from Travis. A lot of text messages. Just seeing how my day was going, just joking around, just seeing if I wanted to hang out…it was very strange to me. The man that doesn’t flirt appeared to be flirting—and I liked it. I hadn’t been thinking of Travis as an option for years, but now, he was downright wooing me.

It got to the point that I had butterflies in my stomach when I saw him smiling at me at church. I got so nervous I had to leave the room to compose myself.

That night, he asked me out. He had realized he loved me a few months earlier, and waited to see how I would respond to his advances. He pursued the heck out of me. He wooed me. He won me.

Finally…finally…I got it right. I waited. I was pursued. And now I sit here typing, looking at the wedding bands on my left ring finger, and I marvel at the grace and goodness of God. Travis really is and always was the man I dreamed about. He is goodness itself, a strong man of integrity, a man who does what he says he will do. He still has to remind me to sit back and rest, to not initiate, to receive grace, and I am so grateful that he does it so patiently. Travis, my beloved, you were more than worth the cost of surrender.

Love you, baby.
-S

thankful wedding.

Hello. I'm back...and I'm married.

After five months of planning and preparing, we are now almost four weeks past our wedding. Hard to believe... The wedding was perfect. I had planned an outdoor ceremony...but it rained...and it was still perfect. That can only be God. :)

If you were part of making this wedding as beautiful as it was, and I haven't had a chance to thank you yet--THANK YOU. You made one of the most important days of our lives more beautiful, peaceful and joyful than either of us imagined (and we have really good imaginations). I can't thank God enough for putting you in my life...

Here is just one thankful list from the ceremony, although I have left many, many things out.

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200 "team mitchum" pennants

tulips, orchids and gardenias

chocolate-coconut cake

marshmallows and skewers

hundreds of homemade desserts

white and yellow paper lanterns

240 wooden folding chairs

bookmark programs

gold ties and white ribbon

a custom music mix

a dear friend flying in from atlanta the day of just be a part of the ceremony

save-the-dates, invitations and rsvp cards

"We Are the Champions" by Queen (our walk-out song)

rain

a cozy cottage

a wedding party of best friends

my sister's veil

cucumber sandwiches

pearls from my father

chaotic group pictures

niece and nephews

flower girls

ring-bearers

in-laws

a self-written wedding song

a favorite singer performing my favorite songs

swing-dancing with my mother

waltzing with my father

twirling with my Prince Charming

a sterling silver wedding band

Jeremiah 29:11

three pastors to officiate

family and friends traveling across the country to celebrate

240 smiling faces

laughter during a sacred ceremony

freak-out moments that make me normal (or so I'm told)

driving away with my husband...

psalm 18: my story.

I found my story in Psalm 18 the other night. I’ve read that passage many times and clung to its promises, but I just realized it chronicles my journey over the past two years.

My verse 4 came around this time two years ago. I had been grieving for months over an event that broke my heart. Do you know what it’s like when you know the sun is shining outside, but you can’t feel it? It was like that for me, for months. I felt like I was walking in a rain cloud everywhere I went. I was doing everything I knew to do—praying, getting others to pray for me, reading the Bible—but I just wasn’t getting better. There was just one thing I hadn’t been willing to do yet, mostly because I thought that, if I had to do it, I must really be crazy. I didn’t want to be labeled “crazy,” even though I honestly felt like I was going insane.

I remember the moment. I was driving into my mother’s neighborhood to cry things out over lunch (a frequent habit for me at the time), and I remember thinking, “I’ve done all I can do. I’m at the end of myself. God, whatever I need to do, I will.”

That was when I looked into getting counseling.

Now, for some of you, that’s not a big deal. You understand the need for counseling and how it works. I, however, was coming from the (wrong) perspective that, if you need counseling, you are really messed up. But the truth was that I really did need help, so if my thinking I was “messed up” was what it took for me to get the help I needed, then it was worth it. Whatever the method, I came to the end of myself and was willing to try something I had been afraid of.

So I admitted to someone in the know that I needed counseling, and I got a recommendation. God’s provision was in that recommendation, because the person I ended up with was so fitted to understand my personality that I cannot doubt the hand of God in guiding me there. That started my true healing process, and it touched more areas of my heart than I can recount.

I had been thinking that faith was supposed to be enough to get me through the difficult times, and because it wasn’t, I must be failing. My faith must not be enough.

But it turns out that I did have enough faith. It takes faith to ask for help. It takes faith to try what you’ve never tried. It even takes faith to follow God into a counseling office.

And in those next 18 months, God rent the heavens and came to my rescue. The foundations of my belief system were shaken, and the rotten bricks were torn out. He exposed lies I had believed about myself and about Him, and through counseling, gave me the tools I needed to replace them with His Truth. (Turns out there are practical, cognitive ways of “taking every thought captive!”)

He led me to books, teachings, and Scriptures that talked about the very things I was dealing with. He sent people into my life to help carry me. He even brought my husband into my world at the exact same time I started counseling, and he has been instrumental in my healing.

God spared no expense, yet again, in getting me free. He rescued me from my despair.

It was a long, arduous process to get me free…but I am free. And not only free, but strong! My enemy has truly lost his ground, and he will not take it back. And I will not turn back until he is destroyed…

Does this mean I don’t still struggle from time to time? No. The same thoughts still try to come back and get me to fear. But I know how to fight them now, and they will not conquer me.

I’m telling you this to tell you there is hope, no matter your situation. Psalm 18 can be your story, too. I’m not saying counseling is the magic answer to your prayers, but I encourage you to broaden your view of how God wants to heal you. He wants you to be free, and He will do whatever it takes to get you there. It may be hard, but nothing could be more worth the freedom and healing that is on the other side.

be Mine.

I just wanted to take a moment and give you a breather from all the hearts, candy, and red-and-pink combos that, for whatever reason, accompany the 14th of February.

Valentine's Day is a tough day for a lot of people--single and married. Delayed hopes have led to sickness and pain in many hearts, and the barrage of commercials, Facebook statuses and romantic movies just pour salt on the wounds of failed expectations.

I'm not here to continue that trend. I only want to tell you that you are loved. Really, truly loved.

I have been where some of you are. Hurt, lonely, confused. And I have experienced some of the deepest healing of my life through the journey God has me on. But it surprised me, the way He did it. It wasn't this relationship that healed me. Honest-to-goodness, what has healed my heart at the deepest level is truly embracing God's love for me. It was getting past the lies I've believed for so long and finally walking into the Truth of who I am, and--to be cliche but perfectly serious--Whose I am. While my fiance is wonderful and I adore him, he has not healed me. God has.

And you, my reader, have the chance to step into that journey of discovering His love for you now, just as you are, single or married or what-have-you.

No matter where you are, He is saying to you, "be Mine." He is enthralled by your beauty (Psalm 45). No human being can love you as truly as He can.

It's time that we (and I'm speaking to myself, too) stop looking to others for the love that we can only get from God. Everything else pales in comparison.

Be encouraged, dear heart. You are loved, truly, deeply, completely.

Happy Valentine's Day.

ms. varner.

Ms. Varner died this week. She was 102 years old.

"I'm goin' around the second time," she used to say with a smile. Always cheerful, giving the sweetest smiles, even though she was confined to a bed and an oxygen machine.

It's my first loss since I've been going to this particular retirement home in our town. I figured it was coming, but I wasn't sure how it would feel.

The hard thing about serving in this kind of ministry is that, instead of seeing people get better, you watch them decline...and it's normal. Age and illness deteriorate these precious bodies right in front of your eyes. You see it, and you look past it. You try to make this day count--for them, and for you.

It's a unique pain, but honestly, it's beautiful. To get the chance to know some of these precious people, to learn their stories, their likes and dislikes, their senses of humor, their favorite songs...it truly is a blessing. The relationships you build are worth the potential loss.

I believe that's almost always the case.

It's worth it to pour yourself out. Because, at the end of the day, you made someone feel like they matter. And in turn, they made you a better person.

life as a jam session.

I acknowledge Pastor Phil Strange’s latest message as the inspiration for this blog post…

Phil got me thinking recently about the idea of “life as a jam session.” For you non-musical folks, a jam session is when a group of musicians come together and improvise music. They create on the spot as a team. It takes familiarity with your craft and also with your fellow players to be able to do this successfully, because it involves the art of listening and then responding with the skills you already have. This is also the way of improv theater, come to think of it…

The more familiar you are with the other players, the easier this kind of improvising becomes. In terms of the worship team I play with, we have spent so much time together on and off the stage that we know each other intimately. Sometimes it’s like we can read each other’s minds, and the effect of that unity on our group dynamic is nothing short of incredible.

God moves in that kind of unity…

The thing about jam sessions is, you have no idea what you’re going to create until you’re actually there, doing it. With improv theater, you’re creating a scene on-the-spot with no script. You’re purposely venturing into the unknown—with an audience. For a lot of people, including myself, the unknown causes some anxiety. But as you build trust and relationship with the ones you’re venturing into the unknown alongside, the fear becomes less. At least you’re facing it together, and at least you know who’s by your side.

Isn’t it that way with God? The more intimately we come to know Him and His character, the more assured we can feel as we walk into unchartered territory. We can face the future, having absolutely no idea what it contains, because we know the One Who is beckoning us forward.

Now, He is Who He is, regardless of how well we think we know Him. He is always good, and He will never change. But our growing understanding of His Truth builds our faith so that we can step into His future for us with some level of assurance. It changes our perception, and that makes all the difference.

I’m learning that it’s our perception of our future that either propels us forward in confidence, or keeps us crippled in fear of the unknown.

When we embrace the intimacy God offers us, life really becomes a jam session between us and Him. He brings all His goodness, power and wisdom to the table, and we bring our hearts, personalities, passions, and every other good thing He has created. And the flaws…we bring the flaws, too. And that’s also good, because it provides other areas for Him to complete us.

I want to know God so well that I'm comfortable living life as a jam session with Him. When I look through the Bible, I see the glorious results of living that way…and I want in! I am determined to become a good improviser, because He has made me competent to do so. He is enough, and so am I...how about you?

bowling.

This past weekend, Trav and I checked two things off our "dating bucket list": ice-skating and bowling. You would think that we would have accomplished these things when we first started dating, but they ended up being a part of our engagement period instead. I think it was better that way, at least regarding ice-skating. The fact that I was willing to stumble around on slippery ground and potentially look ridiculous for an hour and a half is indicative of true intimacy...

The bowling expedition was great fun, especially at the uninhabited Swamp Fox Lanes in Moncks Corner. The whole time I was thinking of Jim Gaffigan's bit on bowling...especially the dirtiness of the equipment.

There's something romantic about doing the simple things like bowling...what do you and your significant other like to do on dates?

thankful Christmas!

it's been a busy and wonderful 9 days of Christmas so far...much to be thankful for. Here's a recap of the highlights to add onto my Thankful list:

-Christmas Eve dinner with my mom, my dad and stepmom, and my future in-laws. (It was great. How many people can boast of that? True redemption.)

-Christmas morning with Mom

-Christmas Day dinner with 20 or so friends and family members--one big family, really.

-wearing lots of fun, dangly earrings

-dreaming of the future with Travis

-counting down the days 'til the wedding

-watching "Wives and Daughters" multiple times

-drinking tea at home

-drinking tea with future mom-in-law at This Whole House

-coffee, coffee, coffee

-a whole week of quiet mornings with Bingley

-taco night

-Scrabble

-"War Horse" and "We Bought a Zoo"

-"Megamind" and "How to Train Your Dragon"

-holiday scented candles, supremely discounted

-buying our first Christmas tree

-new kitchen toys to play with

-a cat stocking for Bingley

-watching Travis shoot his rifle

-cheering on Jeanne while she tests out new zombie video games

-date night

-changing out my closet and giving clothes away

-having a relaxed schedule for an entire week (thank you, Greg Surratt!)

-thinking about reading a book...but too busy relaxing to actually do it...so I'll blog instead. :)

Happy New Year to you!

thankful fifteen

#335 - 358

answered prayers

Glenn Miller's Christmas music

wrapping presents

buying stocking stuffers

wearing big hoop earrings

an unexpected note from my cousin in Thailand

our all-staff Christmas parties

oyster roasts!

laughing so hard I cry, especially in quiet places (sorry, Barnes & Noble)

ironic humor

buy-one-get-one-free

love notes

mint chocolate gum

finding home decor that both Travis and I like

pictures that remind me of the day we got engaged

being on the same page

the Food Network

new cookbooks, even if I rarely use the recipes within

the series Planet Earth, which showed me aspects of God's creation I didn't know existed

a torch-lit canoe ride through a black cypress swamp on a cold night

hearing a good storyteller make a familiar tale sound new again

receiving photo Christmas cards of families I love

camels

finding the joy in the mundane

thankful fourteen.

#309 - 334

a ten-hour trip that feels like two

being with Travis in lots of random places

two aunts and an uncle grinning from the kitchen window at the sight of my fiance (whom they hadn't met)

a Christmas parade

the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade

Broadway performances on tv

finding the random store open on Thanksgiving Day

the new-car smell

the Muppets

realizing you've grown up, and it's good

a fiance that is also a good nurse

mountains with trees

the Blue Ridge Parkway

wedding invitations

warm cinnamon-sugar almonds

figuring out a good band arrangement of "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch"

an uber-supportive mother and father (and extended family)

totally unexpected "happy engagement!" gifts

being reminded of Truth

the anticipation of learning a new skill

coffee cups that remind me of the people who gave them to me

cartoon Christmas specials that make me giggle

red bows

green and red, red and green

seeing the Body of Christ come together to support a hurting member. I know I've said that before, but I'm watching it happen again with the same group of people, different situation, this week...truly awesome.

sauteed chicken.

thankful thirteen!

It's been entirely too long since I've given thanks. You would think that a girl would be CONSTANTLY thankful after getting so much closer to the desire of her heart (I got engaged about two months ago!), but it turns out that thankfulness can get pushed aside rather quickly with all the details and rush of planning a wedding. Even in the good seasons, you must choose to stop and be thankful. And so, today, I pick up my list and embrace this moment, with ring on finger, leaves changing, and joy all around.

#288 - 308

bananas

holiday music stations on Pandora (I'm finally ready to listen)

tuxedo cat fur (yes, I am constantly thankful for my cat. He is a pure joy.)

Thanksgiving cards made by children

an upcoming road trip through the mountains

Bing Crosby's voice

autumn-colored leaves

orange quote-shaped post-it notes

mixed media art

hair bows

baking on my day off!

with my Kitchen Aid mixer!

my giant family gathering for Thanksgiving

the fact that it's almost time to watch Christmas movies ("Elf" is first on the list!)

the lyric, "you've got garlic in your soul" (name that song)

green, yellow and plum

the diamond ring on my finger (have I mentioned that yet?)

the fiance who gave me the ring...

the fact that I get to call him, "my fiance"

55 paper lanterns now residing in my apartment, waiting for my wedding day...

the Lord's constant care and attention. He is so good, and so mind-blowing!



Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. I'm thankful that you're reading my blog! :)

sing! sing!

This video beautifully demonstrates the importance of us all singing, regardless of our voices...kind of like what I was saying in this post.

Bifrost Arts from josh franer on Vimeo.

thankful twelve.

#265 - 287



a private live bluegrass concert from pastor papa next door
the cat thinking I'm his playmate
brother's birthday
an out-of-tune family song
a full mug
a successful meeting
good news from the vet
picture frames
a handmade blanket
a full plate
lunch plans
quote-shaped sticky notes
new tunes in the car cd player (yes, i still use cds)
purple
revelation
people who are gifted to cry with the hurting
comfort food
colored pencils
new recipes
amy's french press
letters from travis
defeating the what ifs
conversations that challenge, reveal, and unite

hello, it's the unexpected calling...

It all started in April.

I went to the local retirement home to visit the mother of one of our church members. She was in the critical care unit while her son was on another continent, and she was feeling sick and lonely. I took my guitar, thinking I would find her alone in her room and be able to play some songs for her. I found her in the sunroom, however, with several other residents. I sat off to the side, trying to be discreet and to just play some mellow music while they painted.

The activities director wasn't having the whole "discreet" thing. Instead, she started wheeling more and more residents out to the porch to listen to me play and sing. I soon realized that these people hadn't heard much music in a long time, and the impact it had on them was remarkable. The melodies soothed, the words ministered, and just me being there seemed to lift their spirits. More surprisingly, though, was that the simple songs I played were meeting a need that many of them had...the need to worship God.

I found out that day that there's an entire church of people waiting to be reached, and they're right down the road. We just have to go to them.

The more hymns I played, the more they sang along with me. (Note to self: memorize the Baptist hymnal.) One gentleman, in particular, seemed dramatically affected by the music. Mr. J fixated in wonder my fingers strumming the guitar, and when I began singing a song he knew, he kind of jolted awake and sang it with me. He knew all the words. The music stirred him, but more than that, the ability to sing and worship God from his wheelchair moved him.

When I began singing, "How Great Thou Art," he broke down in tears.

Since then, I've discovered that Mr. J has Alzheimer's. Every time I see him, he seems to be retreating more and more into the fog. Certain songs will still jolt him awake, but it takes longer now than it did. Still, the music and the interaction makes a difference. I know it does.

Well, one conversation led to another visit, then another, then more people got involved, and I discovered that reaching this demographic is a passion for a lot of people in the church. So it seems that it's time to get something officially started.

These precious people need to know that they are not forgotten. They need to know that they are loved, and that they still have a purpose. I've seen what simple songs can do to communicate these truths. Can you imagine what consistent connection and relationship might do as well?

So, that all being said, we're starting a ministry at Seacoast Summerville to keep ministering to these sweet people. If this is something that stirs you up, let me know. And if it's not your passion, do pray for us. I have no idea what all this will lead to, but I do believe it's a mission field for me right now...will keep you posted. :)

(Oh, and do pray for Mr. J. He is so precious, and I know his family is suffering as they watch him decline...)

turns out...#1

Turns out, if you instruct a group of vocalists to do the "siren" exercise together as a warm-up, the collective voices sound like a firetruck.


This is a very bad thing to discover when you're moments away from singing at a funeral for a fireman.


(Yes, I did that. And it wasn't just one fireman--it was the Charleston Nine. So if you ever think you've done the dumbest thing ever, I hope this makes you feel better.)

Happy Thursday. :)

random recipe #1: a pumpkin breakfast

As beloved autumn approaches, I thought some of you might enjoy a fun autumn-ish breakfast idea: pumpkin oat bran! Thanks to the delightful Jessi C for the idea! This kind of thing is great because you can pretty much substitute anything for anything. Here's my version if you want to try it out:

Ingredients:
1/3 cup oat bran
1/3 cup (and a splash more of) unsweetened almond milk
1/3 cup (or more) pumpkin puree (NOT pumpkin pie filling)
1 tsp kosher salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
2 tbsp shredded unsweetened coconut
one banana
one tbsp almond butter
organic honey (as much as you want)

In a small sauce pan, mix together oat bran, almond milk, pumpkin, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt and a little water. I find that oat bran heats very quickly and can stick to the bottom of the pot, so I recommend heating this mixture over medium heat, stirring frequently until hot. Mix in the coconut and honey (sweeten to taste). Layer mixture with sliced banana. Top with scoop of almond butter and a little more honey.

And, as with any good breakfast, enjoy with coffee. :) Let me know what you think!

thankful eleven.

#246-265

It's almost the end of the work week for me (I'm thankful for that!), and I wanted to finish strong with another list of blessings:

getting to catch up with my buddy Jason Groce (follow him on Twitter. you'll laugh!)

new Eisley tunes

the feeling of being productive

having someone catch your vision and decide to join you

making a hospital visit enjoyable (at least somewhat) for the patient

a random photo shoot in the office

thursday nights (they're like my fridays)

climbing out of confusion into clarity

watching a group, family, or team come together to support a hurting member

prayer support (where would we be without prayer support?)

new pumpkin recipes

breezes that hint at the approach of autumn

green palm trees against a blue sky

sushi

theater 99 and the people there

unsweeted iced honeybush vanilla tea

a high-schooler becoming a college kid

a clear, beautiful evening with nothing scheduled tomorrow

my extraordinary boyfriend. can't say enough about him.

random happy moments with goofy people

happy (almost) friday!