Monday, March 31, 2014

He Touched Me


Sunday afternoon I started my class with a new lady who years ago had attended Sunday church for about a year,  but said she had never been taught what it meant to be a Christian. The Holy Spirit led me from passage to passage, focusing much on Romans 5 to share the good news with Marta. I paused frequently to define terms like redemption, justification, etc, sharing the wonder of God's love and grace towards us. Finally I sat back and said I wanted to hear from her. I didn't even ask any questions, but her response was of faith and decision. Emma, who arrived just after John 3:16, joined me in praying blessing over Marta.  When I told her to talk to her father, do you know, she prayed the "sinner's prayer" without me guiding her at all!! How I rejoiced to hear, "Lord I give you my life, my heart, my all. I put it all into your hands. Help me to know you."

Immediately she shared some things from her life, but with a faith and fluidity of words that caused her to pause and marvel, "I know that the Lord is with me and has touched me!"


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Friday, March 28, 2014

Grace: Finding My Pathway

Isaiah 48:17 I am the Lord your God, who teaches you to profit, who leads you in the way you should go.

So often I find myself overwhelmed and feeling that I'm behind on everything, and never able to accomplish the things on my to do list. How do I deal with such and such in my marriage? What should I do about those issues with my kids? What about he ministry work? Am I doing enough in home school? Am I trying to do too much? When will my house ever be clean?!

And then Jesus softly whispers his promise, "I will lead you in the way you should go." If I can just be still for a moment and set my face heavenward, I can hear him. My sister, my brother, his Grace is enough, and not just enough; it is abounding, overflowing, and extravagant.

The Lord is teaching me to fall back on him, to rest in  his strength, trust in his goodness. Suddenly I see how I've offended my husband, and an apology paves the way to peace. I realize that my kids need some more attention and some fun times with me, and things start to settle down. If I let some of the ladies share in the class, then I don't have to do it all alone. As I take time with the girls and listen to them,  my eyes are opened to how much they are learning and where they are struggling. Clean houses are over-rated...

Yes, Lord, "You make known to me the path of life." Psalm 16:11


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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Surprised by Grace

Reading a little devotional book, What is the Father Like? by W. Phillip Keller, I came across the following:

It takes time to know me. It calls for your attention, your interest, your willingness to wait for me to speak to you clearly. It requires you to come and find great delight in my company. It implies that you will begin to fulfill my wishes, obey my word to you, and trust me always to accomplish all I command.

Oh, how true I'm finding this quote to prove in my own experience. Knowing Jesus, just like any other friend takes time, but is worth all our patience. How patient has He been with me?

As I am learning to walk in His grace, I laugh to discover the energy coursing through me. A new peace has settled into my heart, as well, spilling over to my children!

What has surprised or blessed you as you come to know God more?

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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Thanksgiving Without the Stress

Circumstances led us to celebrate Thanksgiving early this year. Being in a country where it is not a tradition made it easy to choose the day that best suited our family. As the name implies, the most important part of the day ought to be remembering that our many blessings come from a Giver, and not focusing on the food of the celebration. Aside from purchasing some groceries, my preparations did not begin until 11 AM, and lunch was served around 2:30 PM, after my husband and I both had showers--he had gone jogging, and I had an afternoon commitment to be ready for.

So what did we eat for our special meal? The easy part was two roast chickens from the grocery store in lieu of turkey, which was far out of our budget. I made a carrot-swiss chard soup, mashed potatoes, and green beans in a sauce. For dessert we had a sweet potato custard of sorts and my Mom's Preacher's Apple Crisp. A very simple meal, but it was delicious and we truly enjoyed it together.

For anyone who's interested in my recipes, I boiled 6 carrots whole in chicken broth and put them through the blender with the broth when soft. Back in the saucepan, I added some garlic powder (maybe a 1/4 t), salt (close to a teaspoon), a bit of basil and 4 chopped leaves of fresh swiss chard. Leave the fat from the chiken or else add a bit of butter for good flavor and to help absorb the vitamins of this thick soup.

Again I left the cambray potatoes whole for boiling in chicken broth and peeled them afterwards. Using a wood bean masher (shaped like a large pestle) I mashed 2 pounds of potatoes in a pan, adding 3/4 stick of butter and milk sufficient to mash. I seasoned with a bit of basil, garlic and salt, and did not care if they were lumpy.

By accident I overcooked the frozen green beans (a pound), but they ended up nice with the sauce made with the chicken broth they were cooked in. I added a generous tablespoon of flour and one egg yolk, plus a bit of salt. You probably know that to add the yolk, you put some of the hot liquid with it in a small bowl, stir it, and then add it back into your pan to boil about 2 minutes to thicken with the flour. Who needs Campbell's? Or even French's?

My sweet potato bake uses about 5 medium pieces boiled soft, then peeled. I either use a hand mixer or the blender to mix with 5 or 6 eggs, some milk (yes, evaporated works well) and spices such as ground clove, cinnamon and ginger. You could add sweetener, but I didn't because of various health issues I had to work around for our meal. Pour into a casserole dish and bake until cracked on the top, under an hour. The time depends on how deep it is in your pan. Thinner turns out drier than a thick layer in a smaller mold. Of course this can go in a pie crust, but it isn't necessary. When serving, my husband likes it best with honey drizzled on top, but that's because he hasn't tasted it with real maple syrup! This year he ate it plain, as he's trying to get his blood sugar down (and I must say, doing a wonderful job of it!).

May your Thanksgiving dinner be as stress free as mine, and may your family be filled with gratitude to the Giver who blesses you with food, a home, and loved ones to share it all with.

Monday, September 16, 2013

If God Opens the Door

"Oh, Abby, do you know what Dad said? When God opens a door, no one can close it!"

Beth and Abby were discussing their hopes for a trip to Monterrey to see the latest object of their affections, and wondering how much hope they have of making dreams come true.

Recalling yesterday's sermon, she went on, "And when God closes a door, uh-oh, (a pause) no one can open it." Her voice had lost some of its animation by this point. There followed a discussion about prying doors open and similar thoughts which was rather amusing to hear while I chopped veggies for lunch.

My heart was most warmed to know that my young teen does pay attention to what her Dad says to the church, and is smart enough to see how it applies to their own lives. 

"Well, if God opens the door, then nobody can keep us from going to Monterrey!!" happily concluded Abby.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

A Battle to Fight

Pulling myself away from my sewing machine, I come to write a few thoughts on current events, especially in light of my current G. A. Henty book, Jack Archer, a story from the Crimean War. From the Drudge Report I found the following article, which must be filling the greater portion of American news this weekend:

Obama to Seek Congressional Vote on Syria Strike

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Family Blessings

Amid so many concerns as I try to juggle all my responsibilities, it is easy to lose perspective, becoming frazzled and irritable. Does that every happen to anyone else you know? Of course, it never happens to any of my dear readers themselves...but perhaps to one of their friends. :)

One morning just when I was mulling over how to teach three girls at three different levels, my evidently maturing almost-fourteen-year-old announces that she ought to do all her reading assignments in the mornings while I assist her sisters. Imagine that!! She solved my dilemma before I breathed a word!

A few days later my dear husband pipes up with another burden-lifting suggestion. He and the older two girls will keep the kitchen cleaned up in the evenings so that I can recuperate my strength (and perhaps mental health).

Apparently, I have a good family who loves me. I must have done something right along the way! I'm happy. And I'm feeling better. I'm loved.

Counting blessings truly is a way to a better frame of mind. I'd like to hear about one of your blessings from your family.