I was at the dentist today getting my flipper fixed and found this yummy recipe flipping through Parent magazine. (OK- I did the crazy thing and tore it out just for you)
GOOEY ENCHILADAS:
2 tsp olive oil
1 small yellow onion, chopped
1 small yellow onion, chopped
1 Tbs chopped garlic
1 14oz can diced fire-roasted tomatoes
1/2 tsp ground coriander
1/2 tsp ground cumin
1/2 tsp dried oregano
Pepper to taste
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
1/2 lb lean ground beef
1 15oz can black beans, rinsed and drained
8 corn tortillas
1 1/4 cups shredded cheddar cheese
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Brown meat – adding onion and garlic towards the end (do not overcook or heavily brown). Once meat is cooked add tomatoes, coriander, cumin, oregano, pepper and cook for a few minutes longer. The finished sauce will be a bit chunky. Stir in cilantro.
Warm tortillas to make them easier to roll. Divide the beef mixture and 1/4 cup of cheese among the tortillas and place seam side down in rectangular baking dish. Pour remaining sauce on top and bake uncovered for about 15 minutes. Sprinkle on remaining cheese and bake another 5 minutes or until cheese is melted. Make 8 servings.
Courtesy of the March 2010 issue of Parents magazine.
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You will find abandoned babies – often in plastic bags – along the roadside, in garbage areas, or in ditches, discarded by desperate, sometimes dying mothers.
Annie aims to provide a genuine home and family life to the children who grow up at Kondanani. It is her prayer that, when they are old enough to graduate from the school, they not only leave as well-educated young adults, but “feeling they have had a wonderful childhood… and knowing Jesus Christ as Lord.”
drop from their limos in their most attention-getting outfits, tasteful or not… we all know we wish we had one. I love to snicker at the unflattering costumes. I groan as the stars prattle on endlessly during their thank you speeches. I cringe in anticipation of the musical acts – will they be impressive or a snooze? But love it or hate it, like millions of other Americans, I’ll be glued to the television watching the Oscars. So, come join me…. we are going to have our own bloggy Oscar Party. Don’t forget to print off your Oscar Ballots and have plenty of popcorn & mm’s.
And of all the places I was to visit on my trip, there was only one that I dreaded…the trash dump. How do you walk away from a child so destitute and deprived that they live and eat in piles of garbage? At least at first, I had envisioned them as just little piles of garbage. I later found out that it is actually mountains of trash as far as the eye can see. And yet, what could I do for them in my one day? Their plight seemed hopeless.
The next day was Christmas Day in Ethiopia and standing in that horrendous place that I had dreaded so much, I knew I was right where God wanted me to be. We served the children a traditional Ethiopian dinner, passed out clothes, and candy, and party hats, and listened to them sing Happy Birthday to Jesus in their beautifully broken English. Later, another team member said she was glad that she went, but she would never go back. I thought to myself I will go back everyday until every child that lays their head down to sleep in that landfill has a home and the hope that only a relationship with Jesus Christ can bring. 
I will be excited to meet all the members of the Visiting Orphans teams coming this summer, and I will be praying for you as God prepares you hearts for the amazing blessing that meeting the children Ethiopia and Uganda will bring! ![[womens-india-358x333.jpg]](http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nRuvf03ELc/S4QEpUF6itI/AAAAAAAABAo/yrsxkP9NgV8/s1600/womens-india-358x333.jpg)
“Will the world change our children…or will our children change the world? Time is short and lives are at stake. Right now, God is inviting our families to become part of a bigger story—a vision that will engage hearts to make a radical difference. One Million Arrows is an inspirational call to raise our kids to impact their culture, community, and world for Christ. If we want our kids to discover their purpose, if we want them to live with passion for the Kingdom, if we want our family to go down in His-Story, accept the mission…and leave a mark for eternity.” (Julie Ferwerda, author)
The book is divided into three parts: Gather, Sharpen, and Launch. Recognizing that the time is short, and the need great, Julie exhorts all parents to disciple their children to impact the world instead of the world impacting their children. In her part on gathering, she lays out a plan for the parents to chart their own course with their families and to hop on board the one million arrows campaign and challenges each family to own the mission of disciplining their children.
Julie Ferwerda has accomplished two great goals. First, she has penned a biblical call for discipleship to take place in the home. Second, she has given due honor to a man who influenced her life, ministry, and mission.
but Steve is right, it was the worst road I have ever travelled to actually get someplace. We commented on how much fun (and quicker) it would be on our motorcycles, but sitting in the bed of the truck it was a bit rough. It was raining when we left Cap Haitien and Steve and I had brought rain ponchos so we volunteered to sit in the bed as there were six of us including Bill, who was driving, and the cab would only hold four. The trip took us about 2 hours and 45 minutes. It is a pretty typical mountain road in that it is very curvy, but is also washed out in a number of places and rocky, pot-holed and extremely rough everywhere else. I would estimate our average speed at around 10 MPH – often much slower. Jeep clubs would love it!
homecoming. Regardless of how easy or difficult a family’s time in country obtaining their child is they will experience bumps when they get home. Yes, it is easier for some then others depending on so many factors; the age of the child, the number of children adopted, gender, health, personality, prior quality of care, the children already home and the family’s level of preparation prior to travel. There is something called post-adoption depression and I think it is more common then adoptive parents (mainly mothers because they usually are the primary caretakers upon arrival home), want to admit. But the reality is that after 12 months of completing paperwork and background checks and saving and fundraising that homecoming is often not the wonderful, peaceful experience that one might have hoped it to be. A good social worker will educate adoptive parents about this but often no matter how prepared they are it is still dang hard.
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