Monday, January 12, 2015

Crock Pot Cream Cheese Chops

In our house, we love pork.  It is a nice way to break up the chicken routine that I tend to put us through at times.  This is tonight's dinner, and I must say that I am pretty excited about this...mainly because its finished and it is only 12:00!  I took this recipe from Completerecipes.com and added some things to it to make it my own.  Oh yummy.  Let me know how yours turns out!


     
My yummy ingredients!

 


 
  So I love this crock pot.  I have a bigger one that is digital, but I use this one more.  It's the perfect size for our family.





Mix the stuffing with the chicken broth.







Cream cheese/soup mixture over the chops.
      
 

It smells SO GOOD cooking!  That is the only problem with a crock pot meal!



Crock Pot Cream Cheese Chops

1 box instant stuffing
1 cup chicken broth
1 small can cream of mushroom soup
1 8 oz. package cream cheese, room temperature
4-5 pork chops
1/2 c. sharp cheddar cheese
salt and pepper (although I use Cavender's Greek Seasoning...on pretty much everything)

1. Mix stuffing mix and chicken broth in separate bowl.  I do this step first so the broth can soak into the stuffing.
2. In another bowl, mix the cream cheese and the soup.
3. In the bottom of your crock pot, place the pork chops (I used boneless) and sprinkle with salt and pepper (or yummy Cavender's).
4. Spread the cream cheese/soup mixture over the chops.
5. Sprinkle with the cheddar cheese.
6. Spread the stuffing on top.
7. Cook on high for 4 hours, or low for 6-7 hours.





(I have not received any compensation for brands mentioned in this post)

Thursday, December 11, 2014

The Dreaded "N" Word

You've heard it.  Admit it, you dread it.  You try and get out of it.  I know I have.  But if you are a parent that attends a church, then sooner or later you have to face the dreaded "N" word.  NURSERY.  I know, I know, you change diapers and wipe boogers all week, Sunday is your day to escape that!  So WHY in the world would you want to go to that with SOMEONE ELSE'S CHILD?!?  The INSANITY of it all!

Ok, I say that in all humor, really, but let me give you my perspective.  I used to sing in the choir.  I used to do my once-a-month dread-it-and-get-it-over-with nursery duty and then breathe a HUGE sigh of relief as it was finished.  Then I felt the Lord leading me to join the nursery staff more often than my once-a-month deal.  At first, I was like, seriously Lord?  I wipe bottoms all week and now you want me to be in there MORE?  I started working in the nursery more and seriously fell in love with it.  I fell in love with the faithful volunteers who are there EVERY WEEK, even though they don't have any babies in the nursery anymore.  I fell in love with my sweetie babies who I have the privilege of watching them grow up, just like my own children. 

See here is why I had a change of heart.  Our church has a HUGE service every year around Christmas.  The nursery is the LAST place people want to be for that service, because we have some pretty cool people come speak (Kirk Cameron, John Smoltz [go Braves!], Bobby Bowden, and this year is Nick Wallenda, the tightrope walker). We have a TON of people from the community come and have the opportunity to hear the Gospel.  Last year, I went to help in the nursery, and there was a couple who brought down their son, who was about 3 years old.  He did NOT want to come in at all, but I took his hand as he cried, and his mom said "he's never been apart from me".  She was VERY nervous to leave him.  I didn't blame her!  But I assured her that he would have loads of fun, and we would text her if he needed her.  She waved at her little boy, and went to service.  After service, she picked him up, asked how he did (great, by the way), and then with tears streaming down her face told me "thank you for taking such good care of him.  I have never heard anything like that before in my life."  Wow.  Talk about a wake up call!

Here is my take on why nursery workers are so very important and vital to a church.  Yes, it is nice to drop your kiddos off, and have a break from them.  Yes it is important for you to be fed spiritually.  But our church exists for the community, to reach lost souls.  These big events are for THEM...The unsaved and the unchurched (thank you Cassi for that perspective!). We can give up one service a month (or more, nursery directors will GLADLY take any time you want to volunteer!) so that an unsaved mother can sit through a service and hear the Gospel preached.  Honestly, we will never know the impact we could have, just by loving on some babies.  There may also be those parents who are saved, but this is the first time in a new church, and they are nervous.  Having a reassuring face take their child and care for them can be a huge help in allowing the Word of God to enter their hearts.  Then there may be a child who is in your care that doesn't normally get loved on, or held.  That hour or two that you take to show that child the love of Christ may make a huge difference in their life.

No, it is not glamorous.  You might even get spit up on your clothes.  But the smile or the snuggle that you get from that sweet child is seriously worth it.  And knowing that someone might have come to the saving knowledge of Christ makes it even more worth it. 

So the next time you hear that dreaded "N" word...think about it...what is one or two hours a month compared to all of eternity? 


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

This is Me


This is me.  This is a work in progress.  This picture was a long time coming.

You see, for the past I don't know how many years, I am the person BEHIND the camera.  To a point, I still am, because let's face it...little kids are WAY cuter than adults, and I have three of the cutest kids EVER!  But if you were to ask me even several months ago, to stand and pose for a picture, I would be trying to stretch my neck, hide behind people, etc., etc., etc.  I MIGHT even go as far to say that I "hated" myself.

I can't tell you when all that started to change.  Maybe the change has been gradual, I'm not quite sure.  But this folks, this is me.  I am 30 years old (yikes!), VERY overweight (working on that!), but I am HAPPY to be me.  That doesn't mean I'm happy I am overweight.  No, I am NOT happy about that, BUT I am happy to live my life the way I was meant to.  I have started changing the overweight part (work in progress, I'm impatient, it's slow, pray for me!) and I am also changing the attitude part.  See, this body has given birth to FOUR children.  For the longest time, I would pretty much yell at myself "look, that momma has had lots of kids too, and look how skinny and fit they are!" But no more.  The yelling is DONE.  That other momma, the one with the fit body, does not have MY body and MY makeup.  So why in the world am I comparing myself to her?  That was a lesson a LONG time in coming.

Self love is something that I have always struggled with.  But there is one person that has REALLY helped me with that, and honestly, I am so grateful for that person.  He has taught me that who cares what people think (even what I think!) because HE loves me and HE thinks I am beautiful.  It has taken a long time, but guess what--now that is all that matters.  To be loved is such a precious gift, one that I am so thankful for each and every day.

I may not be a size 2.  In fact, I am the biggest female in our entire family.  I'm not going to lie and say that doesn't bother me (because it REALLY does) but I have learned not to let it control my life!  I used to be SO unhappy because I looked terrible in any article of clothing I put on, and in every single picture that was taken of me (and there weren't many for that very reason).  But I have since learned one HUGE thing that has changed my perspective forever:  I. AM. LOVED.  I am loved by an amazing man who cares for ME.  I am loved by three ADORABLE children who call me mommy.  I am loved by countless family and friends.  And most importantly, I am loved DESPERATELY by a Father who has loved me with an everlasting love.  That alone is what gives me the smile that I can now put on my face.