Friday, April 10, 2015

Calling forth destinies...


Today I presented a workshop at the Faith and Culture Writers Conference held here in Portland, Oregon.  My topic was relating to and writing for multi-generations.  In my workshop I mentioned this verse and talked about the importance of speaking destiny and purpose, speaking life-giving words, into others' lives.  I mentioned a note I received when I was a teenager from a young wife and mother in my home church.  In that note she wrote that God had a wonderful destiny and purpose for me and mentioned that she felt that God had a ministry calling on my life.  No one had ever before spoken words like that over me.  It was like a wide door of hope and possibility opened up before me. One little God sent note called forth and guided my destiny.  

Whether spoken or written, our words have the power of life or death.  I want to have a heart like God and learn to call forth good things in the generations,  those older than me, those in my own generation, and those in the generations younger than me.  I want my words to open up a wide door of hope and possibility for someone else.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Friendships with women...


Just putting my fingers to the keys to write a post about relationships with women friends had my heart already feeling raw and vulnerable before I was even clear on what I really want to write.  All of that emotion had me confused, until I realized that there's no pain like the pain of betrayal by a trusted friend, and there's no comfort like having a friend who really knows you, understands you, gets you.  I've had my share of both experiences.  I feel the emotions of both when I write on this topic.

My friendships with other women have been complicated by two factors.  First, with my INFJ personality, I come across as an extrovert.  I'm comfortable and outgoing in social situations.   Others would describe me as a warm and friendly people person.  But, truth be told, I need time alone to recharge, think and create.  Sometimes this causes me to not recognize my deep need for relationships. In fact, I often don't realize my lack until I'm in a situation where heart to heart connection is happening and my soul drinks it up like rain in the desert.  

Last week, five ladies and I spent five days away at the International House of Prayer in Kansas City.  I didn't realize that this was going to be the perfect balance of what I needed.  In our rented apartment next to the prayer center, we'd amble out of bed, still on Oregon time,  and sit around the kitchen table sipping coffee and talking way too long.  Eventually we'd make our way over to the prayer room.  There we'd spread out and find a spot to spend much needed one on one time with God in prayer and worship, the Word and journaling.  Mid-afternoon we'd meet up again to grab a bite to eat, explore the area, talk and laugh.  Evenings were spent back in the prayer room for a few hours, then we'd meander back to the apartment where we stayed up way too late talking.  It was the perfect trip for an INFJ, time to connect with others interspersed with large amounts of time alone with God.  I needed both.  I am continually aware of my need for the time alone, but what I didn't realize until I was soaking it up like a sponge, was how much I needed time really connecting with other women.  

The second factor that complicates my friendships with other women is the fact that I'm a pastor's wife.  Relationships with the women in my church can be difficult, complicated and confusing.  I've had trusted friends leave the church, and walk away from our friendship because of my position.  My knee jerk reaction has been a tendency to only let the women in my church get so close.  When your life revolves around ministry,  it's hard to have the time to develop close friends outside of the church.  The results of those two things can be a walled up heart and a lingering loneliness.  I've had to purposefully do two things; I've had to ask God to keep my heart tender, open and loving, yet protected in regards to the women in our church, and I've had to make time for friendships outside of the church.  Through blogging/writing I've met some dear, in real life, heart friends and another sweet friend was made through a connection in our church and through our mutual love for teaching God's Word.  

When it comes to friendships with other women, I think there are two main factors that can be relationally detrimental and destructive.  The first is expecting any one friend to meet all of your relational needs.  For example, I have a friend that I can trust and confide in about anything and everything.  Yet, we really don't have many common interests that we do together. I have another friend who likes to go thrifting and antiquing with me. I have a couple of clothes shopping buddies. I have other friends that can be counted on to make me belly laugh.  No one friend is or can be all of these things, and expecting that of a person is suffocating to a healthy friendship.  The second is related to the first, it's unfair and unrealistic to expect to be anyone's only friend.  Women can be catty and jealous relationally.  Maturity realizes that there's only one me and there's only one you, and though my friend may have five other friends, there's only one me in her life.  Relationships shouldn't be a competition.  Being true to being who you are makes you irreplaceable.  Trying to be like others in order to be liked and accepted makes you just another face in the crowd.

I can't wrap up a post about friendship without talking about the people in my own family.  I don't know what I'd do without the friendship of my sisters and my daughters.  My oldest sister is my rock and voice of wisdom.  She is ten years older than me, and was/is a bit like a second mama.  The sister right above me in my family birth order gets me like no other person.  We have an almost, "I can read your thoughts and complete your sentences" type connection, and we definitely share some quirky personality traits.  When we're together we always have at least one episode of laughing 'til we cry.  In the same way, my relationships with each of my daughters differ from one to the other.  My oldest  daughter is a deep well that rarely openly talks about her feelings.   Then she'll write me a card or a note from her heart that totally undoes me.  My second born was my strong willed little one.  I'm bonded to her like two veterans of a war would be.  Yes, I'm likening her toddler years to a war.  Because my bond with her was forged on my knees, it is strong and fierce.  My youngest is the most like me, so we get each other.  We both have tender hearts, quirky personalities, and weird senses of humor.  My relationships with my sisters and daughters nourish me in deep places, in the way that only those who share your history and have seen you at your best, worst and all the in between ordinary days can.

Relationships with other women can be complicated, but are so deeply satisfying when you are willing to take the time and the risk involved to nurture them.  My recent time away with some women friends made me realize how much I need to do this, how much I need to improve in this area.  

I'd love to hear some feedback about friendships among women from you in the comments!


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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Bread...


"[Breadmaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world's sweetest smells... there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel. that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.”  M.K. Fisher The Art of Eating


“Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; and good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts.”  James Beard


“What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together?  Bread, of course.” 
Jodi Picoult, The Storyteller


“Bread is the king of the table and all else is merely the court that surrounds the king. The countries are the soup, the meat, the vegetables, the salad, but bread is king.” – Louis Bromfield, American novelist (1896-1956)


I love to cook and I'm pretty sure that bread is my favorite thing to make.  Maybe it's the memories of the homemade bread that my grandma and mama used to make, and that I've yet to duplicate exactly. Maybe it's the unbeatably mouthwatering smell of the bread baking in the oven.  Maybe it's the hard to beat taste of a slice of good homemade bread, warm from the oven and smeared with butter. 

Truthfully, the hubs has to count his carbs for his health's sake, and I am trying to limit my carbs for my weight's sake, so I've only been making bread for holidays, company dinners and other special occasions.  My oldest granddaughter is on spring break and she spent the day with me while her mama was out of town on business.  I think that's a good enough special occasion to make her favorite meal with her help- spaghetti, salad, fresh green beans cooked with bacon and onion, and homemade french bread.


I have my go-to dough recipe for regular bread, dinner rolls and sweet rolls, but for french bread I use this recipe from Dreamy Whites.  The ingredients are: 

                                                       2 TBL. Dry Active Yeast
2 TBL. of Sugar
3 Cups of warm water.
1 TBL Sea Salt
4 Cups of Unbleached White Bread Flour
2 Cups of Unbleached Whole Wheat Bread Flour
but, as usual, I have tweaked the recipe and use 3 cups of each type of flour.  
Often I find the dough a little too sticky so I add another 1/2 cup of the flour.
Click over to Dreamy Whites for the full recipe and instructions.

If you've never tried baking bread before, 
I encourage you to give it a try.
It's so satisfying!



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Monday, April 6, 2015

French canning jar and baby's breath...

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Do you remember me mentioning that my husband handed me a little fun money
 to go antiquing on a recent trip to the coast?
At the same antique mall, one booth had some antique french canning jars
 made of lovely blue green glass.
The price tag was $125 each!

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When I got home, I found the same kind of antique french canning on this etsy shop,
for $19.50!
The shop owner got the jars from an old farmhouse in Le Mans, France.
I told her which one I wanted and she shipped it to me and I received it in only a couple of days.
It's about 10 1/2 inches tall, big enough to hold a good sized bouquet.
I get more pleasure out of using this jar that some french farmer's wife used to can her fruits and vegetables in
 to hold my flowers, than the fanciest and most expensive vase.

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I grouped the antique jar with a couple of new edition green glass Ball canning jars,
and filled them all up with just one $4 bunch of baby's breath.
It makes me smile.

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Sunday, April 5, 2015

Holy week gratitude...


When I hit publish on my weekly gratitude post last Sunday afternoon,
writing that I wouldn't be blogging or be online during holy week
while I spent the week at the International House of Prayer with a few ladies from our church, 
I didn't realize how much my soul needed that downtime.
We spent five days soaking in the atmosphere of worship and prayer in the prayer room,
reading our Bibles and journaling, praying and worshipping.
There were six of us, three of us in our fifties, two in their forties, and one very sweet 15 year old.


I went there more weary in soul than I realized, and came home refreshed.
I believe there were two things that helped to wash that weariness away,
each one equally important.
The first was receiving hand's on prayer ministry from some of the team
 that works in the healing ministry of the prayer room.
As hands were gently laid on my shoulders, I sat there with tears streaming,
and felt the soul weariness flow out and the healing and comfort of the Holy Spirit flow in.
The second was the conversation and laughter with the other ladies. 
Laughter really is good medicine, as the Bible says.
 I didn't realize how much I needed both, but God did, 
and He provided just what I needed when I needed it.
I'm so thankful He did.

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Since 2009 I've been counting my blessings thanks to the prompting of Ann Voskamp.
 I continue to count my thanks
piling up gratitude day by day
in my little green journal.
(and capturing some of my blessings via my camera or iPhone)
#5951-5975-

3-30-15-
-safe flight and travels to Kansas City
-the privilege to worship, pray, read the Word and journal for five days with no other pressing agenda
-late night talk with the other girls

3-31-15-
-interceding for Israel
-a fun afternoon break showing the other gals The Plaza in downtown K.C. 
and eating a meal of fabulous half price appetizers at Brio

-Misty Edward's leading the worship set

4-1-15-
-receiving prophetic ministry
-God ministering to my soul weariness
-getting to see and visit with our good friend that lives near K.C.
-laughing as one of the gals and I tried to do PIYO together

4-2-15-
-a good report from a gal in our church that her cancer is only a stage one 
-a tiny little black girl leading the prayer set, (she was amazing! probably 6 or 7 years old)

4-3-15-
-immediately so many, many people praying when I received a phone call 
that my 25 year old nephew has a brain tumor, (prayers appreciated, he is having surgery Tuesday)
-getting ministry from the healing team
-a safe flight home

4-4-15-
-my son-in-law, today is his birthday!
-lunch with my hub's
-a nap to catch up on rest after all of the late nights staying up and talking with the gals
 -a good, long walk
-the smell of homemade dinner rolls baking for tomorrow's Easter dinner

4-5-15-
-Christ is risen!
-the best Easter photo ever of the two youngest granddaughters 
(one prima donna, one melting down-she was unhappy about how mama did her hair and she said her shoes hurt)
-a sweet 87 year old friend/ church member who is very dear to us 
getting to come to Easter service
-rejoicing that He lives in worship, the Word and communion
-Easter dinner with the whole family at youngest daughter's future in-laws







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