to Him Who is able

{Scroll down if you just came for the pictures and not the boring words. I understand that. It's okay.} I'll write this post in between bites of homemade biscuits lathered with butter and honey. And my ice water, because I really haven't been drinking soda. At all. {Be proud of me Cilla.:)} Downstairs, the older half of the rest of my family is watching "Worst Cooks of America". {It's become the new "Sunday Night tv show" ever since the terrible Downton Abby finale.} They watch it for laughs. I watch it to make myself feel better about my cooking abilities. I mean seriously. One of the dudes literally grilled cheese for a grilled cheese sandwich. He placed the cheese right on the grill. No bread. And while we were all laughing, I had a flashback to the time I actually thought that was how you made grilled cheese. It's not. And I do know how to make a really amazing grilled cheese. Bacon and all. Today, after a really convicting ser...

  I have been very neglecting. And for that, dear readers, I am sorry. But, I have been...busy. Busy loving my Kindle Fire. And my TOMS.  And my sweet baby girl. <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ But, mostly...We've been busy with hawks. Yes, I said hawks.  This past Saturday I set out with 4 of my brothers, my crazy Daddy, one of Daddy's co-workers and his sweet daughter and Mr. Dale. Our "Hawk Expert". We went hawk hunting. No big deal. For the past 2 years, Daddy, Spencer and Isaac have been studying falconry, the last month, Daddy and Spencer passed a test that allows them to capture a hawk, train it, and hunt with it!! So, after a delicious, buttery/sour-creamy breakfast at Cracker Barrel, we set out, with our binoculars and Walkies, and looked for hawks. It took forever. We just drove around and looked for hawks. But, after about an hour and a half, we found one we could catch!! Mr. Dale and Sp...