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This post is part of Wordless Wednesday on the following blogs:

Angry Julie

Parenting by Dummies

Seven Clown Circus

Project Alicia




Crockpot Cheeseburger Sandwiches

I came across this recipe years ago on www.copykat.com.  This is my modified version.

1½ lbs ground beef or ground turkey

½ tsp garlic powder

¼ tsp pepper

1 8 oz pkg of Velvetta, cubed

2 Tsp milk

1 small onion, chopped

2 garlic cloves, minced

8 sandwich buns

In a large skillet, brown meat, garlic powder, and pepper until well cooked. Drain. In a 3½- to 4-quart crockpot, combine cooked meat and remaining ingredients (except buns); mix well. Cover and cook on low for 6-7 hours.Spoon onto buns. Serve with your favorite burger toppings.



Where I’ve Been . . . Where I’m Headed

As many of you know, I took an “hiatus” from blogging.  I felt compelled to share what I’ve been through.  Several months ago, things started to pile on me higher and higher. Instead of clinging to God and asking for His help, I let it all get to me: issues from my past that I’d never dealt with, financial and health concerns, and trying to navigate the school system to figure out why my son wasn’t learning, etc. I did what I’ve done so many times before. I began to withdraw. A couple months later, after Christmas, I had stopped praying altogether. I felt I was nothing.

My behavior became erratic and obsessive. Many people were affected. I would be depressed for several days and then have a few amazing days in which I was positive and productive and anything was possible. Then the depressive crash would come. During that time I attempted to self medicate. Vicodin and alcohol were my new best friends. You can imagine how much worse my behavior became.

At the end of March, I had slipped so far into a depressive state my husband took me to the emergency room. I was scared. I was afraid I would try to hurt myself.

It didn’t matter what good things people shared or what amazing blessings I had, I bought what Satan was selling. Suicidal thoughts had been part of me since I was a child. I cannot begin to explain the dark places these thoughts take you. When suicidal, for me anyway, it’s never about a person or a situation and his/its role in the depression. Things that happen, words people say are gathered together as further proof that you are worthless. It’s taking all the weight of all of your own actions and those of others and placing every bit of blame upon yourself. Your thinking is so skewed, but it makes perfect sense at the time.

Back at the ER. Because I pinky promised to not drink or use, they sent me home. My husband was instructed to hide my stuff and I contemplated helping myself to the drugs I’d hidden in my bedroom.

My dear friend came over the next morning. An RN with experience with mental illness, she knew my history. She put me in her car and held me as she prayed. I agreed to be taken to the behavioral center to see if I could get myself placed on a 72-hour hold. I would later laugh at the fact I was taken to the looney bin on April Fools Day.

It was the best thing that could have been done for me. Inside I was diagnosed with Bipolar II and started on the correct medication. The various depression meds I took for 20 years would always stop working because we were treating the wrong illness. While inside I had time to deal with the issues of my past. They were long overdue. I would try to pray. I read scripture shared with me by a fellow patient. Something was holding me back from surrendering all.

I realized shortly after my release that I was angry. Angry at God, at my insanity, but mostly at myself for my behavior. I wanted people to understand I knew my choices were mine alone. I always owned my decisions. The majority of those affected have accepted my apologies because they understand the nature of the illness. Some have not.

A friend was sharing her testimony at a women’s meeting about a week later. She was having a hard time because she was so emotional. I stretched out my hand toward her and I prayed. It was amazing. Afterward she and another friend prayed for me. “This is not a punishment,” one said. “He knows all of it and has promised beauty for ashes.”

I had found a church on the internet. I knew I was being led there, but didn’t really know why. I wasn’t unhappy where Iwas, necessarily. I figured God was putting me there for a purpose. So, after attending a few midweek services, I went to a morning prayer meeting. Praise music played while we each quietly prayed. At the end, one lady asked how I was. It all came tumbling out. My diagnosis. The looney bin. Yada, yada. She looked at me and said, “You are not alone.” Thinking she was being nice and trying to make me feel comfortable, I nodded.  She went on to tell me she had been delivered after several years of mental illness. Her testimony, love, and absolute faith that I, too, could be healed was definite confirmation that I was right where He wanted me.

It never even occurred to me to ask for healing for Bipolar. I would be quick to ask for healing for cancer or parkinson’s. I had bought another lie. The Bipolar is true, my being so quick to accept it as my ultimate fate would only keep me from praying for complete healing.

I felt God’s love for me so strongly that morning. I had gone from not praying to finding new hope at a prayer meeting. How could I not see His hand in this?

Through this illness, I have seen people reach out and people pull away. I have seen the reality of the seriousness and scariness of the ill, the ugliness that comes with stigma, and the mercy of those who have offered kind words and unconditional support. Most of all I’ve seen the love of my Father who has promised me to be with me always, and will make something beautiful for this pain. Each day I seek Him I am rebuilding our relationship and learning who I am in Him.

Next week:

From whom are you gathering evidence?


June Dinner Menu Plan

I’m getting a little late start on this, but well, this is quite a bit of planning for me.  June is National Country Cooking Month, so several of my menu items are inspired by suggestions given here.  Because Daddy-O and I ❤ BBQ, we’re combining Father’s Day and Juneteenth and eating some homemade soul food.  Now let’s see how much the reality matches the plan!

12- Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, Green Salad, Sour Cream Peach Pie

13- Eat Out (Nana’s)

14- Flag Day Spaghetti with Meat Sauce, Green Salad, Strawberries with Creamy Fruit Dip

15- Eat Out

16- Fudge Day This ‘n That Thursday (leftovers), Homemade Fudge

17- Crockpot Coq au Vin, Rice, Green Beans, Pluots and other fresh fruit

18- International Sushi Day Taco Soup, Corn Chips, “Sushi” candy

19- Juneteenth/Father’s Day BBQ ribs, Homemade Mac and Cheese, Greens with Bacon, German Chocolate Cake

20- Eat Out or Leftovers, Heavenly Hash Candy

21- Sloppy Joe’s, Corn on the Cob, leftover Mac and Cheese

22- Cheese Enchiladas, Beans and Rice

23- This ‘n That Thursday (leftovers) Watermelon

24- Bacon Cheeseburger Pasta, Baby Carrots with dressing

25- Parmesan Tilapia, Potato salad, Corn on the Cob

26- Deep Dish Pizza Bake, Salad

27- Eat Out or Leftovers, Potato Candy

28- Toni’s Cream Cheese Chicken, Green Salad

29- Rachel Sandwiches, Potato Salad, Jello

30- Crockpot Cheeseburger Sandwiches, Fries, Fresh Fruit

Thanks to Vicky at Love From the Oven for asking me to link up to her plan.

Here’s wishing you a full belly and and happy heart,