On refreshing

I mentioned a few days ago I am currently reading the book, The Fringe Hours.

I’ll admit, at first I was mildly skeptical. It just seem so selfish of me to try and carve out more time for just me. I’m already pretty good at that.

But as I keep reading, I’m beginning to understand the heart of what she is saying. In order to have more to pour out on others, or even just enough, we have to be taking care of ourselves, spiritually, physically, and mentally.

So here’s the thing. I’m usually pretty good at carving out quiet time first thing in the morning for just me and God. And I’m usually pretty good at taking care of myself – you know eating properly and exercising (although I could probably eat a little less chocolate. Just keeping it real!).

But when it comes to how I spend the rest of my down time, I’ve realized that the things I am doing are more draining than life-giving.

I love to craft. I really do. A few months ago, I grabbed my hot glue gun, some sticks, and a couple of old votive holders and made the cutest little rustic candle holders ever to grace my piano top. It took me maybe a half an hour, but it rejuvenated me for days. I still smile when I look at them.

As a rule, however, I tend to spend my extra moments wasting time online, or playing the most annoying solitaire game on my iPad (I say annoying now because I am stuck on a level. When I’m winning, it’s not so annoying). Too much of this leaves me feeling drained and empty and unable to cope with daily stresses. Like a three year old melting down because yes, his big brother really does have to go to school and can’t stay home and play trains.

It’s causing me to step back and really evaluate how I am using my fringe hours. I usually avoid dragging out my scrapbook albums or my knitting or the book I am reading because I dread the interruptions, or I feel like I won’t get enough done to feel like I’ve accomplished something.

But I think I need to do just that. Not to selfishly wile away hours while neglecting my family or leaving chores undone. But to spend even just a few moments refreshing my spirit in ways that are meaningful to me.

I forget that sometimes those little things can be every bit as spiritual, because God created us with the desire to do them.

(instant)joy: pipe cleaner activity

As a mom of four one thing I really, really appreciate is activities and crafts that are easy to set up and easy to do. I’m all about simple in our house! But I also really like it when I can find something that literally takes seconds to throw together to keep the little mister busy for a few minutes while I get something done.

Like last night when I was baking cupcakes for Hannah’s birthday and he kept trying to steal them because I was also in the middle of making supper and he was hungry. Definitely a good time for an instant activity!

I’ve been wanting to introduce this one to Ty ever since he was a baby, so I was really glad to dig it out.

What you need:

  •  pipe cleaners in various colours, cut in half
  • colander

What you do:


  • Show your toddler how the pipe cleaners fit in the holes of the colander.
  • Let them try, helping if necessary at first.
  • Once they’ve mastered it, you’re good to go!

Ty’s a pretty quick study – it took him watching me twice and me helping him once to figure out how to do this activity, but it kept him busy for a good ten minutes. Once he finished fitting pipe cleaners in, I encouraged him to take them out and do it all over again. He loved it!

And the cupcakes? Whisked away to the safety of our freezer, waiting to be devoured by a gaggle of preteen girls this weekend.

Mission: accomplished!

Stay tuned for more (instant)joy ideas coming your way soon!


(instant)joy: Easy Beef Dip

One of the hardest things I’ve encountered as a wife and mom is finding easy to prepare meals that everyone likes that are healthy and do not come in hot dog form.

And if I ever find one, I will share it with you. *grin*

But I have come pretty close! Allow me to share this incredibly easy, practically instant recipe I found that has become a family favourite.

(Please excuse the lack of photos today – as soon as I’m done posting this, I’m off to get it ready for us for supper tonight. I didn’t think you needed a picture of a raw hunk of beef!)

What you need:

  • slow cooker
  • beef roast appropriate to the size of your family (if you want, you could make a big one and freeze half for later)
  • dry french onion soup mix – one package
  • box beef broth (I use no sodium to make up for the french onion soup mix)
  • optional can of beef consomme (I use it if I remember to pick it up, but I don’t really miss it if I don’t)
  • water
  • buns (toasted if desired)

What you do:

  • Place roast in slow cooker 7 to 8 hours before you plan on eating supper. It can be totally frozen.
  • Pour in beef broth, beef consomme (if using), and french onion soup mix. Add enough water to cover the roast half way.
  • Cook on low for 7 hours. Turn off your slow cooker and let stand for half an hour.
  • Pull the roast apart with two forks – it should easily fall apart.
  • Strain out the onions and save the broth for au jus dipping sauce.
  • Pile beef on buns, serve with au jus on the side, along with your favourite side dishes (we love homemade fries and/or fresh veggies).

See?  Easy peasy. I love that I can throw this together in just a few minutes and go about my day while our supper is cooking. Plus, the house smells yummy all afternoon. I love that.

What is your favourite easy supper to serve your family?

Five Minute Friday: Encouragment

Five minutes. To write. To silence the inner critic. To build community.


It was so easy to be a cheerleader for my kids when they were little. Every little accomplishment, every little milestone, they deserved to be applauded. And it gave them the confidence to keep pushing, to keep moving, to keep growing.

But when did it become easier to criticize than encourage? This thought puzzles me constantly. Why do I, their biggest fan, find myself picking on the things they do wrong instead of applauding the things they do right?

I’m working on this, this cheering for my kids. Most days I can do it effortlessly.

But then the quarreling gets the better of me. Or the messes. Or the pushing back as they try to expand their boundaries just one more inch.

Yesterday I was telling my husband how I think I may have finally gotten over the hump of acknowledging how much closer our teenager is to being an adult. That it’s finally starting to feel just a bit easier to give her the freedom to blossom. And I find that in my shift of attitude, I can encourage her more freely.

I can applaud her accomplishments that aren’t so little, cheer her through her milestones even as I grieve knowing that each one takes her a little further from me. I can let her know I believe in her and she believes me. There once was a day where I know she didn’t, where she thought I only saw the negatives.

I want her, I want all of our kids, to have the confidence to keep pushing, to keep moving, to keep growing.

Because I really am their biggest fan.


Thanks(Giving) Jar

My teenager is a genius.

Yesterday Em came to me and asked me for a spare jar. When I asked her what she was planning (she’s always planning, my girl is. She’s so creative!), she told me she was going to write one thing she was thankful for on a slip of paper every day for the entire year, and read them all December 31st.
I love that. And as I mulled it over in my mind for what I could do, The Thanks(Giving) Jar* was born.
It’s simple, really. As my daughter, I’ll be writing down one thing I am thankful for every day for the year. All those little things I take for granted. Like socks. And heat. And other mundane things. But I didn’t want to leave it at that – I wanted to put my gratitude into action. So I’ve also decided to add a coin with each slip of paper and at the end of the year take that money and give it to a ministry that provides for those who don’t have all those things I tend to take for granted.

I’ll also be inviting the other members of our home to do the same – I think our kids can definitely stand to remember that we are so incredibly blessed!

I’m so excited about this! And I really hope it is something you will consider doing with your family, too!

Of course, my printer is out of ink, so I can’t print off the pretty little label I made and add it to my jar, but just as soon as I can, I will share a picture of it with you.

Even better, here are some labels for you to print for yourself, if you’d like! I included four, just in case you have other members of your family would like their own jar. You know, those siblings who refuse to share anything. Not that I would know anything about that sort of thing. *cough*

*Edited to add: I changed the name slightly after the original post went live. Sometimes it takes me a few days to really shape an idea into exactly the way I want it! Thanks for hanging in there with me!

Bacon Honey-Mustard Chicken Nachos

First of all, above all else, I am NOT a food blogger. I can’t even pretend to be.

But seriously? These nachos totally told me to write an entire post about them. I kid you not.

I was perusing Pinterest for meal planning inspiration today, specifically for chicken dishes. I saw this yummy looking dish while on Six Sisters’ Stuff, and knew immediately I had to try it.

I was only a wee bit disappointed when I realized it wasn’t a nacho dish. For some reason, when I saw the photo, I started craving nachos. Maybe it’s all that gooey, yummy cheese. And bacon.

I heart cheese. And bacon.

So, I thought, why not make it my own recipe and turn it into Bacon Honey-Mustard Chicken Nachos!

I altered this recipe only slightly, so all credit goes to Six Sisters’ Stuff. Like I said. Not a food blogger.

1. Season 3 to 4 chicken breasts with seasoning salt (mine is MSG-free) and brown 3 to 5 minutes per side in a tablespoon(ish) of hot oil in a frying pan. (I like to flatten mine first so they’re fairly uniform in thickness. Plus, it’s a great way to get out any pent up aggression after being cooped up in the house for 10 days during the coldest Christmas break ever.) Place in a baking dish.

Clearly I am also not a food photographer. Tastes better than it looks!

2. Mix up 1/4 cup mustard, 1/3 cup of honey, 2 tbsp of plain, non-fat yogurt (Greek is best – it’s so thick and creamy!), 1/2 tbsp onion powder. Pour over chicken breasts and bake at 350F for 20 to 25 mins, or until chicken is cooked through.

3. Meanwhile, cook up 6 pieces of bacon via your favourite method. I prefer grilling mine on my new Griddler, or on a broiling rack in the oven so all the fat more or less drains away. But you can fry yours if you prefer. Make sure your bacon is nice and crispy because you want to crumble it up later.

Let’s see that bacon again. Yum.
It helps if you have a 22 month old sneaking cheese while you work.

4. Grate 2 cups of cheddar/colby cheese. (I like to use a mixture of Old Cheddar and Mozzarella.) Set aside.

5. After chicken is done in the oven, let it cool for a few minutes and then chop or shred it up. (I’m a shred kind of gal. Also, I only ended up using one of the chicken breasts for us, you could use more if you prefer meatier nachos. My hubby loves sandwiches, so we just set aside the rest for him. Come to think of it, you could totally take some chicken, some bacon, put it on a toasted bun, top it with some cheese, lettuce and tomato… yum. Or be healthy and make a salad with greens, tomatoes, and more bacon. Bacon can so be healthy!)

6. Place a whole bunch of nachos in a baking dish (that’s an actual measurement. I learned it in Home Ec.) and top with the chicken, crumbled bacon, and shredded cheese. Bake at 450F until the cheese melts and is bubbly. (You probably could do this step under the broiler, but I never do because I, um, tend to burn my food under the broiler. And set ovens on fire.)

7. Serve with your favourite nacho sides and enjoy!

They’ve got a bit of a sweet tang to balance out the smokey savory of the bacon. I can’t wait to finish them off!

Thank you, Six Sisters’ for the inspiration!

7 Tips For Creating Your Personalized Cleaning Routine


I am reveling in some much needed peace and quiet right now. The older kiddos have been at school all day, the toddler is napping, and even though my hubs is home today thanks to that darn windchill and our car not starting (it’s minus 50 Celsius with the windchill in Saskatchewan today. Don’t even try to imagine how cold that is!), I’ve actually had a few moments all to myself.

I took a nap. It was lovely.

Of course, I did manage to get my house back to rights beforehand. What is it about six people being home for two weeks straight during the coldest Christmas holiday ever that makes housework futile? Oh, wait. I think I just answered my question!

Just before Christmas, I nailed down a cleaning routine that actually works for me. I’ve tried to conform to other cleaning schedules for years, and I just haven’t been able to make it work. But then I wised up and decided to just do it my way. And it worked! My house is actually (usually) clean again!

I know I’m not alone, so here are my tips to help you make your own cleaning schedule – one that you will actually do!

1. Commit to making your home a haven.  No amount of planning is going to help if you aren’t first committed to following through with it. I personally believe that God has called me to be home for this season not just to look after our kids, but to also create a place that is safe and inviting for them to return to at the end of their day. A place they want to be in. But I didn’t always feel this way – I could really resent having to do housework if I let myself! Having this change in my attitude has really helped me look at keeping our home as a daily gift for my family. And for me, too.

2. Make a list of all the things you want done daily. Then weekly. Then monthly. And finally seasonally. If you know you aren’t going to dust every single day, then don’t put it on your daily list!

3. Divide your weekly list into daily tasks. We have seven days in a week to get all our work done, so let’s use them! Determine if you are an all or nothing kind of gal, who likes to get all those weekly chores done in one big cleaning spree, or if you’d rather spread them out throughout the week. Decide which days you will do your weekly tasks, and try to group similar items together. For instance, I take Mondays to wash floors and dust, Tuesdays to deep clean the bathrooms, Wednesdays to clean the kitchen, Thursdays to tackle the living room/family room, and Fridays to do all my banking, meal planning, etc.

4. Divide your monthly list into weekly tasks. Each month has at least four weeks, so plan what monthly chores you will do in week one, week two, week three, and week four. Again, group similar items together. And keep your list for each week small, three to four jobs maximum!

5. Determine which months you will do your seasonal jobs, like cleaning the oven, flipping mattresses, etc. Write them in your calendar.

6. Find a system for keeping track of your chores that works for you. Some people (myself included) have a household binder with their sheets inserted into page protectors. Others like to schedule them into Google calendar or their smartphones. I’m sure if you look hard enough, you could probably even find an app for that! As techy as I am, when it comes to my to-do lists, I still prefer pen and paper. Especially if I can cross something off. That’s so satisfying!

7. Enlist your kids’ help. And your spouse’s. Whenever and wherever. Enough said.

The first few weeks are always a lot more work when you first start out, but once you get through them, your house will seem to clean itself. Or at least the work will get done that much sooner!

What tips do you have for making cleaning routines easier?


On #mothergood

I’ve been thinking some more on this whole concept of mothergood. So much so, I want to declare it a movement. Even if it’s just me moving.

When I think about what it means to mothergood, it’s more than just being supermom. In fact, it’s NOT being supermom at all. It’s not about having the perfect home or perfect kids. Rather, it is about finding joy in being a mom, about serving our families in the way God has equipped us to without worrying about what others are doing and if we measure up to those standards, about raising our kids to be followers and lovers of Jesus.

If I could, I’d take all the books and articles and pins that make us moms feel less than, that make us feel like we are failing because we aren’t doing all those things someone else says we should do, and I would toss them out with last week’s leftovers that no one wanted even when they were fresh. I’m tired of striving to do, when God has called us to be.

Be women who love Him with all our hearts and souls and minds. And when we don’t, be women who come to Him with repentance.

Be mothers who love our kids with the kind of love He offers us – unconditional, just, true. The kind of love that offers itself even in moments of incredible trial, that drives us to our knees in prayer and praise when we really just want to give up.

Be women less concerned with what the world tells us and more with what God tells us. Women with eyes fixed on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, the One who died while we were still sinners because of His great love for us.

We mothergood when we follow the One who is good. When we say no to the joy stealers and yes to the Joy-Giver.

Our kids won’t be perfect, but then neither will we. But the glory we will bring Him will cover over our failings like nothing else.

I want to mothergood.

On fear and getting out of His way

I initiated this blogging break to get some rest and some perspective. Rest I’ve gotten plenty of. Perspective? It’s coming. But it is frustrating me in its slowness.

This week the things I have been reading are converging into a singular topic, and I am so glad. Things are starting to make sense. However, as things become more in focus, I can feel that old, familiar panic rising up in me again.

Several years ago, when I first started teaching preschool, I gave up all my online ministry involvement so I could focus all my energy on my new calling. At least, in part that’s why I did it. The truth is, and it took me four years to admit this, I also left off writing because I was afraid.

I didn’t feel like I belonged. I didn’t feel like I measured up. I felt inadequate and like a fraud and so I shut down my computer and tried not to look back.

Regrets? Um, yeah.

So now, as God begins to lead me down this path again (at least, I think that’s what He is doing), I am tempted to hightail it out of here. It just occurred to me that another reason for this blogging break has been also been fear.

Fear of getting in His way. Fear of taking over and making this all about me.

I am acutely aware that I have a tendency to do these things, no matter what it is I am doing. I struggle with wanting all the glory and all the attention and all the applause for myself, even though really truly deep down I want to see that go to Him. The One who equips me and enables me and puts me here in the first place.

It fills me with such awe that He would take a risk like that. That knowing my self-centeredness and my fear He would still ask me to serve Him.

So I am going to work really hard to obey Him. Even though it scares me. Even though some days it is the very last thing I want to do.

Instead of running away, I’m going to just run.

The 5 Love Languages of Children

Last year was a tough year.

Not that anything overly bad happened – on the surface, in fact, our live looked pretty blessed. We had a healthy baby, we were settling in to our lesser finances a little more comfortably, and our marriage was strong.

But last winter we suddenly found ourselves struggling with one of our children. It was hard and it was often ugly and by the end of most days we were exhausted and depleted and unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Through much prayer we were able to get through the worst of it. But as my head cleared in the aftermath, I realized that as parents we had a long way to go in repairing our family dynamic, not just with our one child, but with all of our kids.

I love our kids. I happen to think they are fantastic, smart, funny, kind, and pretty great. They’re my favourite kids by far. And I thought I was doing a good enough job letting them know they were loved, until I started to see patterns of behaviour that indicated otherwise.

It was extremely good timing that I received The 5 Love Languages of Children to review. I had heard of the book before, so I was eager to read it.

It was eye-opening to say the least.

To know that each of my children have their own love languages, their own ways of needing to be shown love has indeed been life-changing. Not because I had to do anything drastically different in how I love my kids, but because it has caused me to pay more attention, to be more intentional in filling up my kids’ love tanks in ways that are meaningful to them.

One responds best to hugs and other affectionate touch. One responds best to encouraging and affirming words. And yet another to being helped and spending quality time.

I had become lazy in my parenting, I will admit, trying a one-sized-fits-all approach to four very different children. Understanding why that wasn’t working and making small changes has made all the difference.

There is less fighting, less stress, and more willingness to cooperate and listen. And not just from the kids, but from me as well.

Not only that, but it has helped me better understand my own love language and that of my husband’s, making me more understanding and patient on the days that I feel like being anything but.

And that is a very good thing.

This book has been provided courtesy of Northfield Publishers and Graf-Martin Communications, Inc. for my honest review.  Available at your favourite bookseller, including Amazon.ca.