Busy Day!

Yesterday was a very busy Friday for us!

Our day started early with Boss-man getting up to help me try out a new breakfast dish.  (Ok, really it was more like me helping him... that man is an AMAZING cook!)  We had homemade cinnamon rolls!  It was actually a lot simpler than I thought it would be, just time consuming.  We made our regular biscuit dough (which for our family is always a double batch!), rolled it out flat, coated it with the filling (mix 1 stick melted butter, 1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar, and 4 tablespoons cinnamon), rolled it up like a jelly roll, then sliced it into 1-inch buns.  We baked them at 375 F until they started to brown a little on the edges, then spooned a glaze over them.  They were delicious!  We served them on my big pizza platter, and by the time I thought to grab a picture, this is all that was left!

After breakfast, I headed over to the local farmers' market and picked up some sugar snap peas, which were the only thing available when I got there.  Those go in the freezer for me to pull out for stir fry through the year.  When I got back, I tended my own little garden.  I have baby tomatoes now!  On my 16 plants, I counted 22 little green baby tomatoes!  I am beyond giddy about this, since this is my first real garden.  I posted on here last year about trying to start one... yeah, those poor tomato plants never made it to the great outdoors.  This year, I used plants instead of seeds.  I'll get there eventually.  In addition to the tomatoes, I also have 4 jalapeno plants (only one has bloomed so far, and it has the cutest little itty-bitty peppers starting to show up on it!), 8 heads of romaine lettuce (planted 16), and a row of carrots.  I had much grander plans for the garden, but at least I have SOMETHING this year, which is more than any year before.  My goal this year is to prove to myself that I can actually keep something green alive. :)

Friday is "Library Day" for us, so after I finished up in the garden, we went over to the local library for story time.  I picked up a copy of "Growing Up Duggar" and hope to actually get a chance to read it this weekend!  We shall see.

While Miss P napped after lunch, the big three sat down to do their school work.  After that Boss-man and I went out in the yard to clean up the jungle in front of our house a bit.  We ended up doing more than just "a bit."

A rake, a broom, a shovel, a scoop, pruning shears, a hedge trimmer, and a reciprocating saw later, my front yard looks nicer than it has in the three years we've lived here!  We took down three shrubs, two small trees that had grown up where they weren't supposed to, and an evergreen ground cover that the previous owners had planted right in front of the house that was overtaking my walk.  It took about five contractor-size trash bags to clean up all the vines and brush and such that we raked and trimmed and pruned.  There were also several stones lining where the walk comes off of the driveway that we pulled out.  I want to put an arch over the walk instead and plant grapes to go over it.  Eventually, gradually, I intend to start practicing permaculture on our property.

After cleaning up from a dinner of cheesy hashbrown casserole, fried okra, and corn, we went back out in the yard.  This time, though, it was with blankets.  All six of us were lined up, lying on blankets, watching the stars.  Miss P was so adorable!  She was snuggled in between her sisters, sucking her thumb and ready to go to sleep.  She didn't, of course, and after about five minutes of lying down was up and walking all around us, bringing her daddy and me clover blossoms.  We saw a couple of "shooting stars" and talked about comet tails and asteroid belts.  There were a few lightning bugs out, and we even spotted a bat!  At one point, Boss-man went inside and came back out with his tablet so we could use an app he has for locating things in the night sky.  The kids were beyond excited when they realized that the red "star" they'd noticed was actually Mars!

Yesterday was one of those days when I was hard-pressed to believe that the breakfast of homemade cinnamon buns had actually happened on the same day.  All in all though, it was a wonderful day of family togetherness.

Biscuits!

Here, have a morning dose of cute!

Miss P woke up just as I was starting to make biscuits this morning, and in typical independent 2-year-old fashion, desperately wanted to help...

She did a pretty good job, too! :)

Hilarem datorem diligit Deus

Hilarem datorem diligit Deus

That, sadly, is one of the very few phrases I remember from the Latin course I took in high school.  At least it’s not something silly like “The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.”  Oh wait, that was from typing.  Anyway...

I’m sure you’ve heard the saying before: “God loves a cheerful giver.”  It is actually (no surprise here) from a passage in 2 Corinthians 9:6-15 about generous giving (the last phrase of verse 7, to be precise).  While this passage is primarily considered to be about monetary gifts, I say that it is really so much more than that!

Is money the only thing we ever give?  No!  We give so much more, whether we realize it or not!  We give our time, we give our resources, and we give our experience, just to name a few.  When we go to church and teach a class or help in the nursery or work on the sound board or even make a pot of coffee, we are giving.  When we go out in the community and volunteer our time at a hospital or nursing home, we are giving.  When we are standing in line at the grocery store with an overflowing buggy and let the tired and harried looking young woman who walks up behind us with a baby on her hip and two more children behind her take her one pack of diapers and check out ahead of us, we are giving.

WHAT we give is not the point.  HOW we give it is.  If we do it with neon lights, making sure that everybody sees what a great thing we’re doing, then we are doing it to honor ourselves.  It is not truly intended to help the other person, but to make ourselves look good.  When we seek to honor ourselves, there is no space left to honor God.

Another name for this “giving” is “service.”  When we give of ourselves, we are serving.  This service how we show God’s love to those around us, sometimes without even saying a word.

So get out there, look at those around you at home, at church, and in the community, and ask yourself, “What would God have me do to serve this person?”

Do it quietly.

Do it with joy.

Competence?

“Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves, but our competence comes from God.”  -2 Corinthians 3:5 (NIV)

                “Our competence comes from God.”  Our abilities are not our own.  The things I am good at, those traits that make me uniquely “me,” did not come from me!  They were placed in me by God.  Some, my abilities and talents, were wired in at conception.  Others, my spiritual gifts, came about when I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior and was filled with the Holy Spirit (hence, “spirit”ual gifts).  Bottom line, they came from God, not me! (smile!!)

                This thought fills me with so much joy that I can hardly contain it!

                If they had come about by my own doing, I would have reason to boast.  I would be prideful.  I would have reason to look down on other people because they can’t do what I can do.  Then I would look at the people who can do things I can’t and feel inferior.  I would ask myself, “What’s wrong with me that I can’t do what they can do?”

                Because these competencies are from God, though, and not my own doing, HE is the one in Whom I can boast!  There is nothing that I can do on my own.  When a plan comes together beautifully, it's not me at all: it's God!  My passions, the concepts and causes that drive me, are my passions because God has a plan for it.  Those things that I do well, I do them that well because He has a purpose for it.  Those things that I am mediocre at, despite attempts to improve, He has a purpose for it.  When I DO improve in an area, guess what... it's God!  And those things that I CAN’T do at all?  You guessed it!  God has a plan and a purpose in my inability as well as in my ability!

                “Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers.  Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.  He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.” (James 1:16-18, NIV)

                Does this mean that EVERYTHING about us is good, and from God?  No.

                “The acts of the sinful nature are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, faction and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like.  I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.”  (Galatians 5:19-21, NIV)

                Yes, we were “fearfully and wonderfully made” by God, for His purposes (Psalm 139).  However, we were born into a fallen, sinful world and the consequences of sin are our eternal inheritance unless we commit our lives to following Jesus.

                When we give ourselves, our lives, our abilities to God, He will turn them around and use them for the purposes He has always had for them.  I find so much joy in the fact that the One who sees the outcome has given me my passions, talents, and spiritual gifts, and that it is with HIS competence that I walk through this life.

How Do I Talk To God?

This morning started like any other weekday morning.  After fighting with my alarm clock for about twenty minutes, I dragged myself out of bed and went to take a shower.  By the time I finished in the bathroom I was coherent enough to function and somewhat presentable.  I packed Boss-Man’s lunch, saw him out the door with a kiss, made the bed, and headed to the living room with my bowl of cereal (awesome breakfast, I know) to start my quiet time.

First things first.   I pulled out the prayer request book from my Sunday School class at church. (crunch, crunch goes a bite of cereal) God, please bless the couples going on the marriage retreat this weekend. (crunch, crunch)  Please bless this person having surgery next week, protect them and help them to heal quickly. (crunch, crunch, crunch)  About this time my tea kettle went off so I grabbed my cereal bowl and headed back to the kitchen to pour up my requisite cup of tea.  The whole way there, I continued down the list, punctuating each item with the crunch of my cereal.

Standing there at my kitchen counter, working on the last bite of cereal, it struck me that maybe I was going about it the wrong way.  I’m not necessarily saying that it’s wrong to eat while you pray, because we’re supposed to pray continually (I Thessalonians 5:17).  That’s a whole other post.  What I was wrong in was the way I was approaching the throne altogether.  I was allowing distractions to divide my attention.  I was talking to God as though I were calling to place an order for something.

“Yes, I’d like to order blessings for friends, ummm, about five couples.  I’d also like the safe surgery and smooth recovery, I think it’s on page 17 in the catalog…”

That type of prayer is a one-way conversation, which is better than no conversation at all, but still not true conversation.  It’s going down a list, shooting off item after item without waiting for any response.  It’s the difference between calling to place an order and calling your best friend to discuss what’s going on in your life.  You might still use a list, there’s nothing wrong with that!  I have to use lists just to make it through my day without forgetting something catastrophic.  It’s about pausing to let the Holy Spirit speak to you.

When we sit down to do our quiet time, we need to minimize distractions.  For me, that means I need to finish that bowl of cereal and pour my tea BEFORE I sit down with the Word.  We also need to pour out our souls to the Father the same way we do when we sit down with a friend over that same cup of tea (or coffee), with true conversation.  We need to listen as much as we talk.  It also helps to be well rested, so that you’re not dozing off when you’re trying to listen.  If that means moving around and doing a few things before having your quiet time so that you can be fully awake, then that’s what you should do.  Find what works best for you, and make it a habit to sit down with the Father every day.

Mary vs. Martha

Mary vs. Martha

As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him.  She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.  But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made.  She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself?  Tell her to help me!”

“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed.  Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

- Luke 10:38-42

This is an almost daily battle for me.  My day starts with rolling out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom to take a shower.  Once that’s done, my eyes are usually open enough that I can manage to dress myself, then it’s off to the kitchen to pack my husband’s lunchbox for the day.  By the time he leaves for work, I have been out of bed for a little over an hour and can function somewhat like a human being.  At this point, I am faced with my daily struggle… do I go sit down in the living room with my Bible and dig in to the Word, or do I start tackling the mountain of housework that is always waiting for me no matter how much I get done the night before.

If you were to ask me, point blank, “Rebekah, which should you do?” the answer would be easy.  I should be like Mary and go sit down to have my quiet time with God.  However, when I look around my home in the morning, Martha starts to take over and I start thinking about the clean dishes that need to be put away, the laundry that is always there (six people can make a very large laundry pile very quickly, especially when one is a toddler learning to use the potty), planning out the steps that need to be done to have good nutritious meals and snacks, the preparation that needs to be done for the day/week’s schoolwork, etc.  These thoughts can get overwhelming, and my very human need to be in complete control of my environment often takes over.

I can get so caught up in what I think needs to be done that I forget about what God says I need to do.

When we have a specific part of our day set aside for Bible study and prayer, and actually DO it, we will grow steadily closer to God.  This will in turn affect the rest of the day.  The days I slip up and skip my quiet time are almost invariably the days that I lose my cool with the kids, that I get completely frustrated and overwhelmed in the kitchen, etc.  It’s when I sit down and read my Bible and spend time in prayer that I draw closer to Him.  That is when I can feel His gentle guidance more strongly throughout the day.  The kids and I may still “butt heads” over the things they don’t want to do, but I am able to handle that conflict with much more grace if I have spent time with God first that day.

When you look in the mirror each day, who do you see?  Do you see Martha, going about your daily chores and leaving no time for God?  Or do you see Mary, realizing that God should always come first, that the chores aren’t going anywhere and will still be sitting there patiently waiting for you to tend to them after your quiet time?

Finally Starting a Garden!

I'm venturing out into new territory today.  Well, at least it's new for me. :)  I just started my first-ever tomatoes from seed.  A lot of my friends are surprised when I tell them I've never had a garden before.  Yes, I grew up on a small farm.  My dad has had a garden every year for my entire life (and then some!).  I even helped him in it as a child.  His green thumb, however, did not get passed down to me.  I was always good with animals, but have notoriously black thumbs.  I've even killed a cactus!  A few of years ago, I got a couple of small tomato plants from my dad and tried them in huge planters on my porch.  I yielded one tomato.  One.  There were originally three, but the other two became collateral damage during a pool noodle fight.  I still don't know exactly which of the three possible culprits actually did it.

In spite of my black thumbs, there are so many reasons why it is so important to have a garden!  To name a few...

1. Nutrition - providing fresh food for my family to keep them healthy.

2. Money - a few bucks now for seed, starter trays, potting soil, etc, compared to all the money I would otherwise be spending on tomatoes for the coming growing season.  This carries even further when you add in the possibility of making my own tomato sauce, which gets used in our house at LEAST once a week right now.

3. Stewardship - for us to have the space we do, and NOT grow our own food, would be some pretty poor stewardship of what God has blessed us with.

Back to today.  I'm going to try to chronicle our gardening adventure on here as a way of keeping motivated with it.  Here is what I've done so far...

My methods are far from perfect, but I'm learning.  Please keep us in your prayers... the lives of these poor tomatoes may depend on it! ;)