Health

Easy Peasy Dinners - Spinach Quesadillas

Tonight I made the easiest dinner and took me a total of 15 minutes! It's inspired by one of my meal planning momma friends who shared a recipe pretty much similar to this but I couldn't find the recipe so I made my version up as I went. So here's what you need:

frozen or fresh spinach / black beans / cheddar cheese / garlic / flour tortillas / cooking spray 

steps:

1. Sauté spinach and garlic

2. Add black beans

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3. Put black beans, garlic, and spinach mixture to the side.

4. Spray the same pan to keep tortillas from sticking.

If you haven't used Trader Joe's coconut oil spray you should just go right down to the store and get it! It's seriously the best.  

If you haven't used Trader Joe's coconut oil spray you should just go right down to the store and get it! It's seriously the best.  

5. Fill tortilla with mixture and add cheese on top

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6. Top it with the other tortilla and flip.

(whenever you figure out how to flip a quesadilla without some of the filling falling out let me know) :) 

7. Top with toppings of your choice. I did green onions and tomatoes with some sour cream on the side.

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15 minutes and done! Dinner is served! 

We go crazy over here with our soda water and lime.  

We go crazy over here with our soda water and lime.  

Oh, and did I mention it's delicious?! Cause it's amazing.  

 

This recipe has been featured on the Weekly Meal Plans article on Making Motherhood Matter. Check it out! 

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(Honestly) Everything.

My name is Alicia Rebecca.  

 

I'm a transplanted Hoosier, adopted by the great Tarheel state at age seven. 

 

I am the oldest of three; the oldest grandchild on one side, and one of the youngest on the other. 

 

In elementary school, I used to be that "girl that laughed like Daffy Duck". I would laugh about everything. In fact, most of the time I was laughing alone.  

 

Nothing used to make me more furious than when my little sister would sneak into my room and steal my clothes straight from my dresser.  Nothing. 

 

I always wanted seven children. I recall telling my father at age 10 that having seven children seemed like the coolest aspiration ever. And, when Bobbi McCaughey had septuplets back in 1997, I thought I had found my new hero. "I'll be the next to do that", I thought. What other 14 year old thinks like that? No wonder my mother gave me the dumbest look when I expressed my new life goal over baked potatoes one night. 

 

I used to want to travel everywhere, and big city living, in the heart of a bustling metropolis, was my ultimate goal. I would walk to get coffee and visit old, quaint bookstores with my toffee nut latte in hand. I would come home with a fresh bouquet of blooms every Thursday and 

 

When my sister began voice lessons and her amateur singing career, I was insanely jealous. After all, I was the contemporary-Christian-music-obsessed-one with big dreams to be the lead singer of my own band one day. Music videos would be my medium. (I still want to be in a music video). 

 

I want to be a midwife. After I graduated from college and got my undergrad,  I knew what I wanted to do...and it had nothing to do with what reflected back at me on that paper.  

 

Now, I am seeking to seriously pursue becoming a published author.  

 

And yet, almost every morning I wake, I have no desire to do anything but cry. I've become self-absorbed, pathetic, and unmotivated.  

 

I think anxiously, selfishly, and sinfully as I'd rather believe lies than the truth that I possess.  

 

I no longer dream, but instead, I want to scream. Scream because I know what to do and I don't do it. Scream because I'm angry I've allowed this sort of thinking. Scream because I know this isn't me.  

 

I know I speak candidly, so often, on this trying year filled with anxiety and fear. I'm apologizing for staying on that hamster wheel. But it's what I believe God wants me to write about in this season. I can't write about what I don't know. 

 

I've stopped caring about how I look and dress. In fact, I gave away almost all of my clothes because they don't fit and they were all really old anyway. I've left myself a few tshirts and yoga pants. The token "SAHM uniform". 

 

I stopped wearing makeup and doing my hair. Well, maybe that part hasn't changed much...I don't really like fixing my hair anyway.  

 

I say all of this because it's both a blessing and a curse to mentally playback who and what you remember yourself to be. 

 

Yes, change will come. I don't expect to be the same "daffy duck laugh-y taffy" crazy fourth grader anymore. But the core of that 10 year old girl should still be there somewhere.  And, she is. 

 

I admit, I spend more days forgetting to smile, and in its stead, I allow my dark-circled eyes to become puddles once more.

 

Next Thursday, I'll turn 32. I don't care much at all about my birthday anymore, as I feel is the natural progression for most adults. But I do and should care that I, Lord willing, will be able to celebrate the gift of another year lived and another yet to live.  

 

So, I took a selfie today. Yes, a real selfie. Not because I think I look awesome today or to seek your accolades...but because I want to remember this day as the day that I woke up sobbing again; I woke up having already given up, but I had both lunch and dinner and another meal put in the freezer for later all before 11:00am. It was a day where I just sat and watched my children run around the sun-kissed yard for an entire hour and didn't get distracted by anything else. 

 

It was a day I put a bow in my hair.  

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And no matter how hard and trying the battle gets and currently is, no matter how many tears I cry before 10 am each morning, or how many times I think that pain under my left rib is a sign of an impending heart attack, no matter how weak I feel or dizzy or incapable, I will keep fighting to be all of those things that make me, me.  

 

And you should be, too. We all have obstacles and shortcomings. Yours may be more mild or more severe than mine, but know that giving in and up is not an option. Motherhood especially doesn't give us that option.  

 

So the next time you feel like giving up or giving in to the circumstances, thoughts, and occurrances in your own life, look at yourself and then look at the little faces that love everything about you, and keep going forward. 

 

And then, go put a fun bow in your hair...and smile.  

 

 

The Day I Met Satan (face to face)

I don't remember exactly what day it was. I do know it was about three years ago that I had the scariest encounter of my life. 

 

My children were 5,3, and about a year old. I recall coasting along all "luke-warm" like before the day I met Satan.  

 

I recall attending a ladies Bible study regularly during this time. Just about half a year prior, I also recall my sister reaching out to me and desiring to read the Bible thru together. I recall that being an answer to prayer I had prayed just twelve hours before.

 

I was on my way back to a place where God was the center of my life. I rarely felt attacked before this point in motherhood. It was kinda nice to just coast along with little to no traffic slowing me down.

 

It was 4am, and I had just nursed Avery back to bed. As usual, I fell back asleep rather quickly. I never expected what would happen next.  

 

As real as your heartbeat right now, Satan was right in front of me.

 

I walked into a room with a cold looking metal bed pushed to one side. My Hunter was sleeping soundly on the bed. I went over to him to kiss his head when I saw something horrifying. He had been "marked". 

 

His exposed, naked back had been laced up with a large, black shoestring.  The sores that contained the piercing thru of each lace were bright red, infected, and pus-filled. It ran the length of his entire back. It was clear who had done this to him. 

 

Mike came into the room and saw the horrifying scene. In a panic, I asked him, "Where is Carter?!, Where is Avery?!?"  

 

You could feel the heavy darkness consuming the space. 

 

I knew we had to find Carter and Avery, and fast. We left the room and began running down dark corridors screaming their names. We knew they were next. 

 

I saw them in the distance, running and screaming for us. But the closer we got, the more evil I felt in the air. 

 

He he stepped out from around a corner. Face to face with me, he scowled and sneered the most evil smile I had ever witnessed.  

 

I cant describe just how shocking he looked. His evil radiated from his face like steam coming from a block of dry ice. He wasn't anything I had ever imagined he would look like. He was worse. Much much worse. And that's all I can say about his appearance, because it's honestly too overwhelming to recall and describe in totality. 

 

He simply said these words to me, "I will destroy you. And I will start with your children...one by one."  

 

I didnt stay stay to hear if he had anything else to say. I began running towards my children again... 

 

And then, it was over. 

 

I spent the remainder of that morning completely terrified. Overcome with fear, anxiety, discouragement, I walked around feeling defeated and overwhelmed. I called my sister in sobbing tears. I called my Bible study leader and good friend later that day.  

 

And then I realized something. I needn't be afraid at all. In fact, God sent His perfect peace on me, when I pushed the fear out of the way. 

 

And then, the next feeling that overcame me was somewhat startling. I felt honored.  

 

Truly. I did. I realized that Satan saw me as a threat to his scheming and various plots of destruction. He saw me as a true threat to his wiley ways. 

 

Since that encounter, I've been given the privilege of leading all three of those children to Christ. So Satan doesn't have them, Christ does.  

 

And since then, I've been more attacked and ridiculed by him than I have in my entire life combined.  

 

He thought that if he targeted my children first, that it would be the way to discourage me the most. But really, all he did was lead them forward to recognizing their need for a Savior.  

 

So, now, I'm his direct target. He has lied and lied and lied to me some more. He's literally broken my phone so I can't read encouragement from friends and family. He's tried to come between my husband and I. He's tried to wreck our finances as he's had us literally fighting every day of every week with our medical bill situation. He's set so many road blocks up, and pushed us back into the valley over and over and over again. 

 

{We keep getting up}.  

 

Satan, really, I'm very flattered you are obsessed with me. But I'm angry. I'm more angry than I've ever been. And I'm more equipped than I've ever been, too. 

 

I have so many people in my corner, I have too may people praying, too many people blessing us to let you have your way.  

 

My body may be weak, but He will fight and has fought for me.

 

I hate you, and meeting you was probably the most flattering thing that could've happened to me. Not many people can say they've met you face to face. 

 

You're just jealous of the hope I have.

 

How pitiful.