Mobile Minutes: Quinoa & Black Beans


I was trying to figure out what to cook this evening, and I found a fun recipe involving quinoa and black beans (two of my favorite foods).

What’s the odds that I’d actually have all the ingredients without going to the store?

Yes, God is good.

Complete proteins are a huge part of the repair process for the body. Today was a rest day for me, a chance for me to hydrate and get off my legs. It’s also a chance to cook up a massive meal since my night is free.

Here we go…

I sauted onions and garlic in coconut oil, afterwards I added quinoa and vegetable broth to the sauce pan and let it simmer. At this moment I added cumin and cayenne pepper. Quinoa cooked for fifteen minutes, afterwards I added frozen corn and let it simmer again for five minutes. Finally I added rinsed black beans and cilantro.
Done. Deal.

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Huge, huge serving and very filling. It’s gluten free, vegetarian, and in this case was organic. Total prep and cook time took about an hour.

Total cost of this dish is in the $6-$8 range due to pending quinoa pricepricess.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Digital Church


I’ve been thinking this morning about my generation.

Those Millennials…

I was thinking how this age group has overwhelmingly given up on church. The reasons/excuses are plentiful for sure, but I would think that it would still be an issue that the Church would notice.

Sadly, in many instances, that’s not the case. Speaking with Darco on this topic yesterday morning got my mind turning on different ideas.

The city I work in is infested with technology driven, craft beer sipping Millenials.

They. Are. Everywhere.
Except in church…

I’m sure someone has created this idea before, but the logistics seem to fascinate me. Understand that my thoughts do not replace the concept of church, but is at least a reach out to a group that the church isn’t reaching.

Utilizing technology, because it’s what my generation does, I’d create a multimedia, digital platform that would allow people who are “too busy for church” to get something in their week. Via Soundcloud and YouTube (primarily), a quick audio…devotion? Instead of making it crusty, “Chicken Soup for the Soul” style, relate it to what’s driving them. Relationships, work, jealousy, pride, etc…

Why not reach out and connect at their place (digital), instead of always just expecting them to go to a physical building?

Perhaps I’m way off my rocker, I with an unapologetic heart, embrace that truth. I’m not saying this to necessarily make the church happy; I’m simply saying that if God tells us to go to thethe people…why are we so inclined to have them come to us?

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Midnight Musings


It’s almost midnight…

I’ve been thinking of new projects, ideas, and adventures in coming months. I think I’m going about it the wrong way. I get these desires to split my identity into multiple directions (running, marketing, writing, music, teaching, missions…), and what I’m watching is the fact that I’m diluting the most powerful branding image…

Me.

I don’t need a site for cooking, or a site for running, or a site for writing. I just need to be me. Readers decide if they’re going to understand my thought process all on one page, and it isn’t my responsibility to be apologetic about it, right?

Yes, I can write about marriage, running, and rave parties in the same blog because it all revolves around one element: my unique identity.

I suppose in some instances I’ve lost contact with the internal artist that creates the abstract that is my mind*.

Naturally, that all starts right here at FilingThePapers.com.

-D-

*Yuppiest thing I’ve ever said…

Mobile Minutes: He’s Alive


There are so many vivid memories of my childhood, Easter holds some of my favorites:

-Fighting with MC on dressing up…every…single…year…
-Fighting with MC on family pictures…every…single…year…
-Crazy early Easter services…church when the sun hasn’t even come up…
-Crying children during the sermon…
-Anita, a kind old soul at the church grew up at, hitting “He’s Alive!” three octaves above the congregation…
-Becoming old enough, and potentially mature enough, to begin to grasp the understanding of the incredible relationship I share with Christ. The humbling reality that I have no control over this borrowed life.

He has risen, indeed.

-D-

XXXI: Jumping In


I’ve spent all night trying to remember if I’d used that title before…

Most aspects of my life I at least try to measure out. I calculate the angles, pray, and do my best.

However, as data has been collected over the years, I’ve noticed that there has consistently been one exception to the rule:

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Mobile Minutes: Trying to Grow


God only knows that I’m trying to grow up. These past two weekends I’ve tried to adjust priorities in order to create a more financial sound, cleaner, and organized household.

As simple as it sounds, I’ve aimed at making lounging and cartoons go towards the bottom of the list. In turn it’s replaced with training, cleaning, and cooking.

Slowly but surely there are glimmers of hope. I replaced the tires on the Mazda and purchased new wiper blades. I opted out of watch parties for soccer yesterday so that two weeks of laundry could get washed. I’m losing some sleep tonight, but all food for this week is being purchased and prepped tonight.

It’s without excuse…

That’s the whole premise I’m trying to live off of at the moment. If God provides us, a family, with an opportunity to grow we are without excuse of we don’t follow through. That means through health, love, commitment, finances, etc…

This also means my role as a husband. Am I doing enough? Are my priorities correct? Am I working hard enough to lead? It’s been alright, but these past two weekends have been better. Does that make sense? I’m just trying to lead through example, not just through my words, and just…trying to grow up.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: On Its Way


I still remember the time like it was a ‘flashbulb memory’…

Alone, around 3:30 AM, I sat in the office inside the underground apartment that I had called home for nearly six months. I didn’t have a job, and throughout the night to combat the lacking of sleepiness (because I was doing nothing with my life), I would fill out teaching applications.

  1. Log on to the site that had all school teaching positions open
  2. Locate schools that were looking for social studies teachers
  3. Access their website
  4. Print off their application
  5. Start typing

I lost count at 92 applications. My wife had already given up on me teaching, I had started to work at Subway, and every-so-often I would go and substitute teach at a local school. I’d hear teachers comment on openings, wondering if I was applying, and it was the same dog-and-pony trick every week.

It wears on an individual to want to teach, but to never be qualified for a school. By qualified I mean that I didn’t know the right people. I’d given up on coaching, my own room, stability, all of it…and that was before the divorce.

I only paint this rather strange picture, because five years later in my living room I clicked “submit” all over again. Now, Facebook is an IPO, Twitter exists, and my phone can easily replace a desktop computer. Even stranger, I didn’t just send in an application off a whim, I was ‘encouraged’ by individuals at school today to follow the protocol and submit an application.

Yes, you read that correctly, after two and a half years I just submitted an official application to teach in the school I’ve been in and out of for the past several semesters.

I’m nervous. I’m anxious. I’m so excited.

Praying that this one will be right…

-D-