Since Fall is here and the weather will be cooling off a bit, I thought I’d post one of my favorite soup recipes. Melissa is always emailing me for it since she is in a different state every year and misplaces her recipe card. Really, I just think it’s an excuse she gives to email, text, or call me….and I love it! What was I talking about? Oh, yeah…..soup. No one in my family likes onions or large chunks of tomato so you’ll find none in my recipe…but you can always add them if you’d like!
EASY TACO SOUP
1.5 lbs ground beef, drained
(1) pack Ranch dressing
(2) packs taco seasoning
(1) 29 oz can tomato sauce
(1) 29 oz can water
(2) cans of shoepeg corn
(2) cans of black beans
Brown, drain, & rinse beef.
Add tomato sauce & water. (After emptying sauce, refill can with water)
Drain/rinse both corn & beans – add to pot.
Add Ranch & taco seasoning.
Heat & stir!
Serve with sour cream, shredded cheese, and corn chips.
This recipe makes a lot of soup so it’s perfect for eating half now and freezing the other half for later. YUM!
I don’t have to sit near the front if I don’t want to.
…but I want to.
Sitting on the second row helps myself and my children to worship. It gives them a direct visual line to watch their dad preach, the pianist and violinist play, to see the community they have been given, to see the sacrament of baptism with clarity, and to watch communion be administered and valued.
Sitting on the second row also means that the congregation gets a great view of me disciplining my children. There’s a sweet couple that sit behind us each Sunday and I’ve often turned to them after the service and said, “Carol, I apologize for the squirming and constant bulletin dropping on your feet”, to which she’s always replied, “What a blessing those children are! I count it joy to be able to watch your children worship, no matter how often I have to bend over and pick up their things. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t keep sitting behind you all!”.
Today, as a closing hymn, we sang “In Christ Alone”. Although we sing this song often, the words still grab my heart and remind me of my desperate state. How merciful and gracious is the Father!
…So, the congregation got to see the snot and tears flow from my orifices as I sang with my family this morning.
Abigail has had a deep raspy cough for the past two days….and it’s getting worse. When we got home from school this afternoon, we sent the boys to their grandparent’s house for some quality time and dinner while I got to stay home and snuggle in the bed with my sweet daughter.
When she woke, she turned over to me and said, “I like sleeping with you, Mama, ’cause you’re always so warm.”
Yep, I am extremely hot-nature’d. Fortunately, the thermostat for the rooms on my hallway at school is located in my classroom. All the other teachers are welcome at any time to stick their head in and adjust the temperature – but for the most part, I get to choose where I want to settle in the 70s. I freeze out all the teachers, I know. “Thank goodness for sweaters”, I tell them.
God has brought several new families to our church, most with young children. There have been 18-20 kids on average each Sunday – the halls are filled with laughter and beautiful noise.
In my preschool class at school (you know, the one with 12 girls and zero boys), we have been studying the country of Canada. My little girls know the three seas surrounding our northern neighbor, the colors and design of Canada’s flag, and that English and French are the nation’s languages. It’s been neat to watch these little ones show interest and retain the information from day to day. After coloring the maple leaf and sticking the Canadian flag on a straw this afternoon, I couldn’t resist sending a text pic to Coralie. Then, as a class, we prayed for Canada and for Abigail’s friend, “Mackerdoodle”. Even though most of my students had no clue who we were praying for, but because this little friend was dear to their classmate’s heart, they bowed their heads and listened as Abigail prayed out loud. Wish I had had a video of it…..dang, where’s my tissue?
During the summer months (which meant time off from work), I cooked at home almost every night. Now, I’m challenged to get a good meal on the table before two soccer practices, one ballet rehearsal, and errand running. I have no idea what to set out for tomorrow’s dinner but I’m thankful for our school spirit night at ChickFilA this Thursday evening!
Tomorrow afternoon I will leave my four year olds and travel across town to teach basic photography fundamentals to 17 year olds. I am so nervous.
I really enjoy deep conversation. You know, the kind of conversation that makes you think, makes you grateful, makes you wonder and sit in awe, makes you worship.
As I type right now, it’s raining….hard. The thunder is loud and the lightening is lighting up the whole house. Everyone is asleep and I am sitting here by the window listening to Matt Kearny sing through my Spotify account. Bliss!
On our drive home through rural parts of Georgia Saturday afternoon, we saw a sign for a covered bridge. We took the quick right and jumped out to explore. This was finally my opportunity to capture a few cute photos of my own kids.
I tell them everyday that they mustn’t grow up.
They hang out every afternoon together after school while I clean up my classroom. They take turns doing what the other wants to do.
We are doing a unit study on the country of Haiti. She loves looking at the picture of the people and culture life in the book.
Listening to JJ Heller tonight and being reminded of the gospel.
The fall season brings many changes to schedules in our lives. Sports, clocks, weather….and small group! Our church is growing and it’s exciting to see the need for more room, more small groups, more Bible studies, and more conversation. God has brought many Army families to our congregation that are actually going to be in town for 2-3 years – they’ve even bought houses! Also, a Korean PCA church has begun meeting in our facilities so we now have Korean friends (and food!) that we see weekly and get to fellowship with over food and other events.
Our children are watching, listening, and learning to walk in grace through relationships, too. I told someone last Sunday that I remember seven years ago when our children’s Sunday school class consisted of just three little ones (two of which were mine) – guess how many kids were in SS this past week? 18! There are now three children’s classes and it seems that Children’s Church will now require a third helper. Adult SS is packed with college students, new parents, empty-nesters, and those in an older generation. I am encouraged to see friendships form between the women of all ages as we realize how much we need each other.