Recipe: Easy Buttermilk Biscuits
Easy buttermilk biscuits your family will enjoy!
Easy buttermilk biscuits your family will enjoy!
Sometimes we all just need to grab something from the freezer or pantry that will feed our family with the minimum amount of effort.
Maria shares what her family lovingly calls the “Breakfast Mess”, but “Skillet Scramble” probably sounds better.
Maria’s latest recipe can be used in a variety of ways to feed your family.
Find your courage, refresh your heart, restore your confidence as you teach your precious kids at home.
Perfect for a special breakfast or after-school snack.
I make the recipe, then bake only one dozen, and save the rest of the dough in an airtight container in the fridge.
Make a commitment to yourself and to God today to be the parent He has called you to be.
My own version that is far more family-friendly, with the flavors and textures we still love and I think you will too!
We too are called to represent Him and His Kingdom to the people and places we find ourselves stationed.
It’s as simple as a heart-whisper to Him, “Please come into this moment.”
We all need to apologize to God, and to each other for all the things we’ve done and said today. I’ll go first.
I am showing a blatant lack of trust in my Father when I don’t say, “Thank you.”
The sweet dough recipe is my go-to for everything from the traditional cinnamon rolls to raisin buns to Hot Cross Buns.
He can take our offered colorless normal and transform it into something intoxicating and delightful, rich and vibrant, worthy of a party.
Instead of avoiding the waves, it realizes that they are rich opportunities for nourishment.
In our hardness, defiance, rebellion, anger, pride, and shame, our God reaches out to us with loving arms, showing us stunning mercy and kindness.
As we move toward Him, awkward and faltering, He exuberantly reaches out to us with His arms wide open and an enormous smile of joyous welcome.
Without negating any of the anguish we feel, and truthfully acknowledging our loss and sorrow, we can look up at Him through our tears and, with open hands, offer up what was a gift from Him in the first place.
The real question is whether or not we understand what greatness means.