Over the generations, my mom’s ham loaf recipe has remained a family favorite. Don’t have any ideas for Easter dinner? Take a look a Sherrie’s delicious and easy recipe. I promise, there will be no leftovers!
Since childhood, I have loved ham loaf.
Not just any ham loaf…it had to be my mom’s.
Over the years, Bob and our daughters have developed the same love for it…even our grandchildren.
It is our family favorite!
And, it’s not a secret…so I’ll share with you here.
1# ham and 1 1/2# pork (these have to be ground together by the butcher. Most of them won’t do it these days but I have found a meat shop here in Indy that does.)
1 Cup Wheaties
1 Cup milk
Mix the above ingredients, place in two loaf pans, and flatten with fork.
(Before reading aloud, pray, then underline words and phrases that stand out to you.)
Imagine you and your family entering a time capsule and landing amongst Israeli pilgrims in Jerusalem on their way to the Temple for the most holy of days.
It’s the special day that the high priest is going to plead to God for the forgiveness of their sins. They had to go every year for the high priest to forgive their sins.
What is the high priest wearing on his chest? The large square with different colors?
It’s called the “breast plate” and is made of cloth with twelve beautiful, different jewels attached.
Look even closer…each stone is inscribed with the name of one of the twelve tribes of Israel. Jesus made sure that the people He loved were close to His heart when He died so that they could live.
The high priest is a shadow of Jesus, our High Priest, who died for our sin once and for all.
You and I were carried close to his heart, also.
Just like the names of the 12 Tribes were inscribed on the breastplate jewels, your name and mine were inscribed on Jesus’ palms. (Isaiah 49:15)
In fact, if you were the only person in the world, He would have come to die for your sin so that you could have eternal life forever with Him, both now and after you leave planet earth.
Scripture: “….We do have such a high priest, who sat down at the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in heaven…” (Hebrews 8:1)
Craft: Making a breastplate would be a lovely family activity and way to teach the kids about how special they are to Jesus.
Suggestion: Search for the image of the high priest online. Choose one and make print-outs for everyone. Tonight, read the devotional together as a family and have the colored pens ready for everyone to color the picture.
Discussion: What words stood out to you as we read about the high priest?
Write your story” is what’s trendy now in adoption circles amongst adoptees.
YIKES…I can’t do that.
I’ve written seven books, some which tell the circumstances of my story, but my voice…it’s missing.
Last night I lay in bed, panicked about not being able to find my voice.
Where is my voice?
How can I find the voice of the baby, toddler, school age, teen, and the married Sherrie?
She’s hiding somewhere.
Recently, I wrote what would probably be the first few paragraphs of the story. It came together in an almost magical way and I felt so pumped after writing it.
It was then that I remembered what my friend, Shefalie Chandra, taught me about stack dolls. As a therapist in the UK, she uses them to help clients get in touch with the developmental stages of their lives.
The writing project:
First, invite your child to pick out stack dolls online that appeal to her.
Then, when they are in hand, explain the different sizes and what they might mean.
The biggest doll is current age
The next doll 10 years earlier
This continues all the way to the end…to the little me
Then, the present-day me asks baby me some questions:
Present-Day Me:”There you are, sweetheart…Ifound you! Oh my gosh, you are so beautiful. Your skin is so pink and soft and I love your brown hair and eyes.I am here with you now and I will always listen to your voice. I know that you’ve been through a lot already because your birth mother didn’twant you. You even knew that before you were born. Will you let me hold you? Will you let me cuddle you close? I love you so very much.”
Baby me:“Wah, wah, wah. I can’t stop crying. My tears won’t end. I am afraid for you to hold me because no one ever did after I was born. I was put in an incubator and I felt so all alone. I don’t know what love is…is it being sent away from my mom to be alone in an incubator? If that’s what love is, I don’t want anything to do with it. Don’t look at me.”
This is how I will start my writing project.
Perhaps these ideas will be beneficial to you?
Oh, and when looking up stack dolls online, I saw that they make them with nine dolls. I think that would be perfect for each stage in life