19 November 2012
26 May 2011
Meg and Martha

- Baby Lamb Chops with Lemon Strips
- Asparagus with Aioli
- Quinoa, Pea, and Mint Salad
- Vanilla-Poached Rhubarb
{Pork Medallions With Apricot-Orange Sauce}
1 (1-pound) pork tenderloin, cut into 8 (1-inch-thick) slices
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1 cup thinly sliced onion
1/2 cup dried apricots, sliced
1/2 cup fat-free, less-sodium chicken broth
2 tablespoons fresh orange juice
2 teaspoons minced garlic
1/8 teaspoon black pepper
1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley
- Mince garlic
- Thinly slice onions
- Chop parsley
- Heat 2 teaspoons oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat.
- Sprinkle pork evenly with salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper.
- Add pork to pan; cook 3 minutes on each side or until browned.
- Remove from pan; keep warm.Heat remaining 1 teaspoon oil in pan.
- Add onion to pan; sauté 3 minutes or until tender.
- Stir in sliced apricots, broth, juice, garlic, and 1/8 teaspoon pepper; bring to a boil.
- Cook 2 minutes or until slightly thickened.
- Remove from heat; stir in parsley.
- Serve sauce with pork.
14 March 2011
Waiting....
Find me on my knees
I've walked against the water
Now I'm waiting if you please
We've longed to see the roses
But never felt the thorns
And bought our pretty crowns
But never paid the price
Find me in the river
Find me there
Find me on my knees with my soul laid bare
Even though you're gone and I'm cracked and dry
Find me in the river, I'm waiting here
Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I've walked against the water
Now I'm waiting if you please
We didn't count on suffering
We didn't count on pain
But if the blessing's in the valley
Then in the river I will wait
The last number of weeks we have been at several different churches. As a pastoral family we enjoy visiting and seeing how others "do" church. New ideas, new excitement, new friends - it's all new and usually very interesting. Every week has been a touch from God on my (Meg's) life. As I have encountered people, pastors, and worship moments I have heard God calling my name. Calling me to lean forward - to reach out - and to not allow human emotion overcome my knowledge of HIM!
I'm not going to tell stories - to lie.
I've been struggling. I never have done well with change (not initiated by me?!). I like routine - as long as I set it. And who am I kidding - I love leading - following has taken years to even begin learning. Submission and Obedience were taught from infant-hood, and honestly, I fought them most of my years. But God didn't give up. (OR my parents!) He has taught me to lean into him - to submit to him, to my Husband, to my calling.
But it still isn't always easy.
I am excited to be where I am. But I morn what could have been. The calling I feel and felt. The pain and sorrow of lives, friendships, and memories left behind. Most of all, I fight an internal battle.
One that speaks of a desire for life to be fair - which my father always reminded me was never promised. Of a world that my daughters grow up with friends and love and security offered by more than their parents.
Regardless, life was never promised to be fair. And I wasn't told that I would get to live on the mountain top - physically, spiritually, or emotionally. BUT it's what I do in the valley - I think is a huge lesson.
So, I sing this song - if I am waiting - in the valley as of late. You are more than welcome to join me - in the river. For out of it flows life.....
07 February 2011
Little Boxes, Full of Ticky Tack
It feels like we have been packing for months, but it’s only really two weeks. Two weeks, you say? That’s what we say, too! It has never taken us THIS long to pack up our home. But, on the other hand, usually it seemed a little more cut and dry. Two enormous PODS occupy our driveway, crowding out the humble minivan like a bully on the playground. Today, a 12’ U-Haul trailer joined the gang. Aforementioned minivan has now been banished to the neighbor’s driveway.
There’s something cathartic about packing. It gives us an opportunity to clean house, purge the closets, rid our life of rubbish. Reminds me of the saying, “You never see a hearse pulling a U-Haul.” Jesus said “Store up treasures in heaven.” I wonder what he would say about our piles of treasure in my driveway. Sigh…..
On a brighter note, we have been so very blessed to have many people drop by and interrupt our packing. Do we mind? NOT AT ALL! We have loved each visit! To sit and connect, drink some coffee, and perhaps pray together has created some memories that will be treasured for years to come.
We’ve parted ways with our Lakewood church family, but I’m reminded that God’s church is not confined to mere walls. The body of Christ is a dynamic organism. The Bride is created not by man through buildings or organizations, but a common heart (and spirit) being thread through each of us, men and women, boys and girls who have realized that Christ took our place on that cross of death. Without that exchange, I would forever be caught in my own darkness. On my own, all I can do is stand in His way! That’s a learning process; sometimes much of me tries to jump back in. But the older I grow in my walk, the less I need to be seen. Obedience is everything. I want Jesus to be seen – not Meghann!
So, however long it takes us to pack, wherever the road leads, so be it. “To everything there is a season..” Our season in SWLA has come to an end, but a new season begins!! For those of you living in the central KY area, we’re so excited to see you again, and join you in building God’s kingdom! God has already given us some exciting dreams we want to share in the weeks to come. Thanks for your love, prayers, and support.
The Easleys












