Menu Plan Monday 2014.08.11

To keep myself on budget (hopefully) I am joining in OrgJunkie‘s weekly menu planning link-up.  This month we will be attempting to “eat down” our freezer.

Monday:  (Planned Leftovers) Crockpot Beef & Broccoli with brown rice.

Tuesday:  Smothered (mushroom soup) Round Steak with Pasta and Green Beans.

Wednesday:  Sausage, onions and Pierogies with corn on the cob.

Thursday:  Salmon Patties with mac & cheese and peas

Friday:  Chicken Nuggets with leftover mac & cheese and peas & corn on the cob.

Saturday:  Hot Dogs in BBQ sauce, buttered bread (because my strange kids won’t eat actual hot dogs), buttered carrots

Sunday:  Potluck (Fridge Clean-out) Night




My reasons for wanting a clean house

I recently found a great blog. The owner, Ruth, is doing a series right now called The Beginner’s Guide to Cleaning.


The first step she recommends is determining why having a clean house matters to you.


So here are my whys:

A clean house matters to me because I am tired of being stressed and disorganized. The main reason I want a clean house is because I want my time with my family to be fun and relaxed and comfortable.


The next step is to create a cleaning schedule that works for you.


What works for me right now is to have a weekly big clean so that my older son can earn his allowance.  What I need to incorporate is a daily clean so that the house stays nice between weekly sessions.


So that’s it for me.  Now to get up and do a bit of cleaning.

Plastic God

Plastic gods are safe. Plastic gods don’t mess with you.



I was the type to play along. I wasn’t faking; I just lived in a place that issued scripts. Everyone took theirs and played it. Mine was handed to me, and I played it as sincerely as I could . . . It wasn’t fake; it was just my normal. I was a good girl, from a good family and a good church and a good school, who made good grades and had good friends and made good decisions and even had a good dog. I was a good Christian. I mean, I should have been— I had heard the stories, songs, and lessons 7,338 times. It’s what I knew. But God? I don’t remember God, the real God, being there. He probably was. But I just didn’t see him— till I did. You can’t control seeing God. That is left to his own discretion— how or when people really see, really get him. But I needed God to not be plastic before I trusted him, especially with everything. Plastic gods are safe. Plastic gods don’t mess with you. Plastic gods don’t matter much; they fit in a small crevice of the life you want, the life you were planning to have. And when everything in life is working . . . plastic gods feel like enough.


Allen, Jennie (2012-04-03). Anything: The Prayer That Unlocked My God and My Soul (p. 5). Thomas Nelson. Kindle Edition.


I am reading Anything by Jennie Allen. I am praying that it will be a game-changer in my life. I feel stale. Stagnant. I need God. I want to fully trust Him with my anything. My everything. But this is scary. What if I can’t fully trust? What if I am too blinded by myself and my selfish needs that I don’t see what He is showing me or don’t hear what He is telling me? Or worse what if what He wants from me is too big or too much and I refuse Him? I don’t want to refuse Him. What if I misread the signs and don’t realize I have refused Him until it is too late? I am afraid of what He might want from me.