Author Archives: Heidi St. John

About Heidi St. John

Heidi has been married to her husband Jay since 1989. Together they have seven children and three grandchildren! The St. Johns homeschooled their kids all the way through high school. Heidi is the the author of seven books, host of the popular podcast "Off the Bench," and the founder of MomStrong International, an online community of women learning God's Word and how to apply it to every day life. She and her husband Jay are also the founders of Firmly Planted Family and the Firmly Planted Homeschool Resource Center, located in Vancouver, Washington.

Forgetting Thanksgiving:The Nightmare Before Christmas

I went to the mall on November 14th this year. It made me sad. And then—then it made me mad.

Christmas is here, apparently. Santa’s got his chair all ready to go. Ornaments hang cheerfully from the mall ceiling. Christmas songs are playing.

As I looked around, I wondered:  What happened to Thanksgiving? Where are the decorations for Thanksgiving? Where are the pictures of Pilgrims and Indians?  I miss Thanksgiving with the Walton family. Forgetaboutit. It’s time to buy more stuff. Everyone’s talking about Christmas. The sales. The glitz. The sparkle.

Thanksgiving doesn’t sparkle. It has a softer glow about it. Thanksgiving offers a quiet peace. Thanksgiving offers time to reflect and to be thankful–and heaven knows we need more of that these days. I wonder if we’re forgetting Thanksgiving.

Here in my neck of the woods, we roll Santa out right after the mummies go back into storage.

Is it happening where you live, too? Every year,  Christmas decorations go up earlier. Every year, we hear less about this cherished tradition of giving thanks. Bring on the gift giving. Americans like to GET things—and in the process, we’ve allowed ourselves to forGET that it’s better to give than to receive.

I don’t know about you, but I want my kids to know the history behind Thanksgiving. I want them to know about Squanto and the Mayflower. I hope they realize what those Pilgrims came here for. They came for freedom.

I want them know that it Thanksgiving would have disappeared altogether if Sarah Hale had not petitioned no less than five US Presidents to make it a national holiday.

In Thank You, Sarah: The Woman Who Saved Thanksgiving by Laurie Halse Anderson, we see a glimpse of Sarah Hale’s spirit. She wrote persistently to officials in many levels of government promoting the observance of Thanksgiving as a unified national holiday. Not a woman to take “No” for an answer, Sarah kept on writing.  For four decades and five Presidencies, Sarah wrote. She believed that observing Thanksgiving was a way that we, as a nation, could be unified. In October, 1863, President Lincoln, perhaps in response to an editorial Hale had published in the magazine she edited, read a Thanksgiving proclamation to “fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.”

Read her amazing letter here.

We’re missing it if we miss this special time.

But then, we’re missing a lot of things in the United States these days.

Forgetting Thanksgiving, or even side-lining it, is a big mistake.

But then, we’re making a lot of mistakes in the United States right now.

We’ve got to get this right.

I want my children to look forward to gathering around the table at Thanksgiving. I want them to remember seeing their grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles and neighbors bowing their heads in reverence and gratitude to God. I want them to learn that being thankful for what we have is better than getting things.

When I’m gone, I hope my grandchildren remember that their Mamsi loved to cook a turkey just right for whoever would come and enjoy it with us. I hope they still watch “Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving.” I hope they will tell the story of Thanksgiving to their children. I hope they’ll read Sarah’s story to their own children.

To me, Thanksgiving is sacred. There was something almost magical about driving through town to grandma’s house as a child and noticing that every.single.store. was closed to honor this special day. We took a break. We played games. We ate food. We listened to the stories of our grandparents—and we learned to give thanks.

We’ve got a nightmare before Christmas in this country when we forget Thanksgiving in a rush to buy more things and hurry past it to the “most wonderful time of the year.”

To forget is to miss out on the blessing.

Let’s remember. Let’s stop shopping for one day and give thanks to God for all we have.

Yes, it’s just one day, but it’s no ordinary day.

Take time. Slow down. Look up. Look around. Be thankful.

Grilled Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo {with a yummy twist}

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Busy moms need “go-to” recipes, don’t they?  Tried-and-true recipes that you can make over and over.  This—is that—at our house.

In fact, whenever we all get together, this is a big-family favorite. I’ve lightened this one up a little from the first time I made it, because I have discovered that with the right spices, you don’t need the very heavy creams etc.

As you will see in the pictures below, at the time I cooked this, we had a houseful. Three generations! This recipe is for my daughter, Savannah. It’s been a lot of fun to hear of her own cooking adventures as a young wife and mother.

Cooking together is good for the soul~ soul food!  Enjoy!
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What are YOUR Favorite Thanksgiving Traditions?

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We love Thanksgiving at our house. Love.

To my family, Thanksgiving is simple—and wonderful. It’s

  • All the wonderful, warm fuzzy feelings of the holidays—without the stress of gift giving—WIN.
  • A chance to remember Thanksgivings from long ago  (otherwise known as children talking with grownups)
  • Food. (cray cray, I know)
  • Cousins (the more the merrier)
  • Neighbors (invites go out every year)
  • More food.
  • Movies
  • Games
  • Books
  • Slow cooked apple cider
  • Christmas music (starts on Thanksgiving evening)

Peanuts_ThanksgivingAnywho—the kids and I have put together a new eBook that’s brimming with time honored, family recipes from The Busy Mom writers, traditions, a Thanksgiving devotion from Firmly Planted Family, craft ideas, book suggestions, printables, templates for my favorite family tradition and more!

It’s almost done…

But before we finish it, we thought it would be fun to ask you, our readers, about your favorite Thanksgiving traditions.  Do you have a simple tradition that really makes Thanksgiving memorable?

 

Talk turkey and {simple} traditions with me—leave your comment below!
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Shapewear You Can Live IN

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I’ve had seven kids. Did I mention that? Our oldest and youngest are twenty years (yes, twenty) apart! Pregnancy was not kind to my skin… and I’ve got the stretch marks to prove it.  I’m good with it—but still.  If you’ve had a baby, you know what I mean. Over the years I’ve tried a few of the torture devices called “shape wear” and I’ve never been impressed … until now.

Last month, a friend took me consignment store shopping in an effort to freshen up my wardrobe.  After saying goodbye to my mom jeans and a few other outdated items, I was introduced to “Yummie Tummie!”  Hello, new friend!

If you’ve been trying to figure out a way to smooth out your figure without flat-out fainting—then check these out!

It’s shapewear you can live in for more than just a couple of hours.

You’re welcome.

xoxo
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Changing History One Generation at a Time

changing_history-01As many of you know, tonight will be the seventh and deciding game of the World Series in Major League Baseball. If you’re a baseball fan that’s the Holy Grail of games– the grandaddy of them all. Teams wait for a generation or more to play in a World Series. The majority of major league baseball players never have the opportunity to play in a World series at all during their entire career. Fans wait with their favorite team, decade after decade in some cases.

The Kansas City Royals and their fans are a case in point. The last time the Royals were in a post-season playoff game was 1985. Some of you weren’t even born yet. An entire new generation of Kansas City fans has never seen the Royals make a single post-game appearance. But this year the Royals won a wild-card game to make the playoffs, then swept the Oakland Athletics and the Baltimore Orioles to face the mighty San Francisco Giants for the world championship.

In a hard fought series that now stands tied at three games each the two teams have sparred and wrestled to a draw. Tonight’s seventh and final game will decide who wears the crown as World Champions for the next 12 months.

So what does ANY of that have to do with parenting or education? Let me share one more story and then I’ll tell you.

I have a good friend. Though he’s 24 years younger than I am, he and I share much in common. We were both raised by cold, emotionally absent fathers who were busy with their own lives. We each wear the emotional wounds to prove it. We have compared scars.

My friend is a lifelong Kansas City resident and a rabid Kansas City Royals baseball fan. He loves the Royals whether they win or lose. Kenny has been blessed to see several of these exciting post-season games in person with close friends. It’s been a Kansas City fan’s dream October. No one I know is more excited than Kenny about tonight’s historic seventh game.

Kenny was 11 years old the last time the Royals played in the World Series. Today Kenny has a son who is 11 years old. A full generation has passed. The 11-year-old boy of 1985 has now become the father of an 11-year-old boy in 2014.

I called my friend this morning to ask him if he enjoyed last night’s game. He assured me it had been exciting from start to finish. Then I asked him what his plans were for tonight’s all-or-nothing, climactic seventh game. I fully expected my friend to say he had somehow scored more tickets to the game tonight; a chance to sit with lifelong buddies and watch history made. Or at the least to gather with other baseball fans to watch the big show. But his answer left me speechless.

Kenny said, “Tonight, I’m going to sit with my 11-year-old son and we’re going to watch the game together on TV… just the two of us. My son loves baseball as much as I do and I want to share this experience with him.”

29 years ago, when Kenny was 11, he watched alone while a self-absorbed and abusive father followed his own dreams. Deeply wounded by a difficult father-son relationship, Kenny has made the decision to change history. He is determined to make choices for his own son that are based on what he would have wanted as a boy rather than what he experienced.

So whether you watch the game tonight, or read the final score tomorrow, I want you to think about two 11-year-old boys and the difference one generation has made.

You have within you, the power to change history. The choices you make today, and tomorrow, and the next day will determine the legacy you leave to your children. I’m so very proud of my good friend and the choices and sacrifices I see them making each day to break the chains of the past and to give his children the gift of love; a nurturing father who wants to spend time with them more than anything else.

What we do today really does matter. And what tomorrow looks like will be shaped by the choices we make today.

Steve Lambert

In Celebration of Old {Married} Love

 

I’ve got a little bone to pick with the culture. Everywhere I look, I see signs that while we all love a good wedding, we don’t give marriage the honor it deserves.

When Jay and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary, our adult daughters did something unexpected and wonderful for us—they threw us an anniversary party.  It was a sweet time of looking back. Together, with some precious friends and family,  we watched a video that told the love story of a rock-n-roll boy with a mullet and a girl with funky, thick glasses. Wow. Just wow.

The following day, we left for a rare two day retreat in Central Oregon. On the drive, Jay confessed to me that he had not expected marriage to have so many ups and downs. Right? As it turns  out, life is full of more twists and turns than we imagined it could be. New love paints marriage with a broad brush. And that’s okay. It needs be broad to cover a lifetime’s worth of canvas.

In 1989, we thought the big deal was simply to get married. We were wrong.  The “big deal” was—and is— the commitment we made. As our friends helped us mark a milestone, we were reminded that marriage is about much more than a wedding. Our marriage has impacted not just our lives, but the lives of our children and grandson.

A good marriage provides the foundation on which the next generation is built. At least, it should.

Maybe that’s part of what’s wrong with our culture—and our families. It seems we’re more interested in other people’s weddings than we are in protecting marriage. And we’re suffering for it.

A few days ago, I glanced at a some magazine covers while waiting in line at the grocery store.  Apparently, “Brangelina” tied the knot after years of living together. Kim Kardashian spent a gazillion dollars on a lavish ceremony that was made for reality TV and George Clooney decided to take the plunge in a ceremony worthy of … well, a guy with a lot of money.

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The magazines were all about the money invested in the wedding and trappings of the big day, but there was not a single word written about the commitment that was being made.

What is marriage for? I think we’ve forgotten.

Our culture is focused on the wrong thing. Divorce is just part of a byline now in a Wikipedia rundown of a person’s life.
Married xx times. Divorced xx times. That’s life.

Are we investing in what really matters?

Every year, parents pour thousands of dollars out to to see their children into a new season of life… the married season.  It calls for a celebration, but I can’t help but wonder: does a wedding day really call for the lavishness we give it? I don’t think so. Not that we shouldn’t celebrate: we should. But I think our “lavish” celebrations should be reserved for, well, the deserving.

I figure this isn’t gonna make me very popular, so hear me out:

Weddings are important. The moment is monumental— but the test—the test is yet to come.

We commit to the “test” when we get married, but we can’t really know what it means. Not really.

When was the last time you saw a magazine dedicated to anniversaries? Have you tried to get a 50th Anniversary cake topper at your local Hallmark store lately? Trust me, they’re hard to find. Why? Because not many people make it to those special anniversaries, that’s why.

New love is awesome because of the potential it holds—but there’s something even better: Old love.

Old love is potential that’s been realized.

Old love deserves a Pinterest inspired chandelier hanging from an old oak tree. Old love should dance under that tree until dawn.

Old love has weathered the storms of this life. It has seen a couple through the addition of children. It’s been up all night with newborns and waited up until dawn for teenagers to arrive safely home.

Old love has struggled through the loss of a child and held on.

Old love knows the pain of shepherding a prodigal.

Old love has cried over the loss of a dear friend’s marriage and sometimes even wept it’s way through it’s own infidelity—and hung on.

Old love has weathered financial setbacks. It may have known poverty—but poverty did not destroy it.

Old married love has struggled through seasons of sexual insecurity—and found it’s way through to mutual satisfaction.

Old married love knows the lows and the highs living with someone for better or worse.

Old love has discovered that hanging on is it’s own reward. It knows the depth of joy that comes with a lifelong commitment.

Old love appreciates wrinkles and stretch marks—because it knows they are markers. Time is passing.

Old love’s house has stood firm.

New love is worthy a beautiful wedding—but old love… old married love is worthy of  a celebration. 

Anniversaries. That rare 75th. The 70th. 65th. FIFTY YEARS. Forty. Thirty. Twenty-five. Twenty.

If you have parents who have been married for twenty years, you have reason to celebrate. Believe me. Throw your parents a party they’ll never forget. Let them know that you appreciate that they did more than simply “fall in love.” They persevered through life’s trials and remained faithful. They didn’t give up. They didn’t quit.

Soon after I wrote this, my husband’s parents celebrated 50 years. If us old folks can stay up all night celebrating, that’s what we’ll do.

Because old married love has earned itself a celebration.

xo Heidi

 

 

 

 

Best Slow Cooker Chicken Soup {ever in the history of the world}

Okay. I admit it.

I’m a soupie. I love soup. If you’ve read my blog before, this should come as no surprise.

Chicken soup makes my heart and my tummy especially H A {double P} Y.

I’ve experimented with a few different variations of chicken soup over the years. This is our family fave. If you don’t have the brewer’s yeast, it’s okay. Just try and have some in your pantry all the time, because (a) it’s good for you and (b) it’s yummy on popcorn.

I wish someone told me about it years ago. I mean, when something’s this good—ya gotta share, right?  So here we go!

Word of advice for soupie newbies: When you take the chicken out of the plastic … be sure to remove the baggie of goodies from the chicken’s cavity. I have cooked it with the junk inside and we didn’t die—but still. Take it out. Some folks save it for chicken broth. I toss it. But that’s just me.

Turn your crockpot to low if you have at least six hours. Otherwise, high will do nicely. Put your chicken (breast side up) into the slow cooker. By the way, I just purchased a new one and I’m LoVInG it!  This one is an 8 quart beauty. Pour water in.


While your bird is sitting there, dice your veggies. I use one board (it’s plastic) and then dump them in all at once. VOILA.


At this point, I cover the chicken with all my spices. This time, I mixed the salt, pepper, marjoram and sage with the brewers yeast and put them in at the same time.   You’re done.  Let it cook for 4 hours on high or 6-7 hours on low. Be sure the chicken is covered in water. This water is your broth!

This is what it looked like just before I took it out of the crock pot.  Man I wish you could smell this. Your mouth would be watering.

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When it’s all done, the meat should be falling off the bones. At this point, I take my chicken and put it onto a baking sheet that has a small lip. This way, the juices stay on the baking sheet and don’t go dripping onto the floor.


Yes. I learned that the hard way.  You’re welcome.

Take the meat off the chicken and add it back into the broth. I like to skim the fat off the top of the soup, but with this chicken I didn’t notice much fat. I tried Kirkland’s organic. Mmmm…good.
Serve with some toasted garlic bread and/or a simple tossed salad.

Healthy, delicious soup is just a few hours away! You can do it!

Enjoy—
…and so, to recap…

Slow Cooked Chicken Soup

  • 1 whole chicken (you can cook from frozen) be sure to remove the “insides” from the cavity
  • 1 bunch celery, rinsed and diced
  • 1 large yellow onion, diced
  • 6 carrots (give or take)
  • 3 tsp salt … you can add more later so go easy for now
  • 2 tsp pepper  ^^ see above^^
  • 1/4 cup brewers yeast (adds a wonderful flavor to your soup and it’s really GOOD for you!
  • 2 tsp garlic
  • 2 tsp marjoram
  • 2 tsp sage
  • 9 cups water

Where’d she get that?

Brewer’s yeast
Hamilton Beach 8-qt slow cooker
In a hurry? Try pressure cooking!