What a clogged drain taught me about God...

I like to cook.  I think I've shared that before.  If you know me, you know this.  I like to eat, too.  Probably more than I like to cook.  Because when you eat, you don't have to do the clean up like you do if you cook.  I don't like to do the clean up.  I do it, because if I don't, I'll have nothing to cook or eat off of the next day.

I'm notorious for throwing things down the garbage disposal.  Especially the way our apartment is layed out now.  It's so much easier to scrape a pear or a potato over the sink than the trash.  Generally it isn't a problem.  It can take it.  I've thrown the things that are on the approved list: pear peelings, the ends off my green beans, leftovers, etc.  I've also thrown in the big No-no's: egg shells, potato peelings, an apple core (it was chopped into pieces already!).  It really hasn't been a problem.  The Hubs has taught me well how to make one run properly.  Only use cold water so it doesn't overheat.  Don't let it run too long.  Throw in some dish soap to lubricate once in a while.  I even throw in the lemons to make it smell nice.

So, you can see why it was such a surprise that my garbage disposal decided to vomit on me tonight. There I was just minding my own business, peeling my sweet potatoes, trimming my green beans.  Then when I went to 'dispose' of everything, the disposal didn't do it's job.  It gurgled and banged and then swooshed!  With that swoosh came a HUGE amount of water that typhooned all over me and the kitchen.  So, I did what I normally would do in this situation.  I turned off the water and disposal and then yelled for the Hubs.  Naturally, he came downstairs and had it fixed within 15 minutes.

As I sat here, reading a book and waiting for him to be done so I could finish cooking, I started thinking.  What would I do if he wasn't here?  That has been a valid question before since he has done 2 deployments to Iraq.  Would I call our maintenance guys?  Would I attempt to fix the clogged sink on my own?  Would I call a friend for help?  or Would I just be more careful about what I put down the drain?!  Knowing me, it would be the latter.

Having dealt with deployments and other absences, I smiled because I was so thankful that the Hubs was, in fact, here and I could once again throw things haphazardly into the garbage disposal.  I had faith.  Faith that if it clogged or broke, he could fix it.  It isn't a blind faith.  I've seen him fix the sink, tub, electrical outlet, car, washing machine, etc.  You name it, he's probably had to fix it for me.  

And this is what made me think about God, particularly my faith in Him.  I'm so timid, so shy, so anxious.  Why?  Because a lot of the time I behave as if I'm in this on my own.  As if I would have to 'fix the sink by myself.'  But that isn't the case.  God is there.  He's there to help.  I can go into most situations without fear because I know that He is there with me and ready to fight, rescue, or strengthen me.  And here's the thing: It, too, isn't a blind faith!  He's shown Himself to be faithful to me, time and again.  And not just me, I've heard it from friends and family, read it in the Bible, heard about it on TV, radio, and in books.

This isn't a new revelation.  This isn't a new idea.  This isn't even new to me.  But it is something that I needed right now.  I know I'll probably need it again, but I'm thankful that I am able to find some good perspective out of a minor catastrophe!

Land, ho!!

Oh, where to start!!  I think I'll take a cue from one of my favorite singing (almost) nuns, Maria von Trapp and start at the very beginning, after all, it's a very good place to start.

A couple years ago, God gave the Hubs and I a couple clear directives.  One of those was to move to Middle Tennessee.  It was kind of odd, since the Hubs was on active duty at the time and since we owned land in Missouri where we'd always hoped to retire.  But, we listened.  It took a while, but we made it to Middle Tennessee, still a little unsure.

We knew that we needed to sell the land in Missouri and get some land in Tennessee, but we weren't entirely sure how we were going to go about this.  You see our place in MO, had earned a pretty funny nickname: The Barn of Many Wonders.  We had acquired quite a mass of things and not just little things here and there, but some rather LARGE things.  Like cars, car parts, furniture, and a '47 2 ton truck.  In other words, the contents wouldn't really fit in a Uhaul.  Still, we knew what we had to do.

So we did it.  It worked out great, really.  This past summer (2013), the house we were renting sold.  It kinda freaked us out at first, but we started looking for places to rent.  We found one, but it wouldn't be ready for a month or so, so we decided to got to Missouri and stay with my fam.  While there, the Hubs could go over to our land and start clearing out the junk and liquidating the rest.  When he wasn't in SWMO (Southwest Missouri), he built a bathroom for my parents, but that's another post entirely.

So, with the barn empty (mostly), we listed the land and waited.  We were blessed because it really didn't take long.  I'm not sure the exact date we listed, but we moved into our new place at the end of August/beginning of September and we closed on the land at the end of October.  It was awesome and scary all at the same time.  We'd completed our first phase, but now we were without land.  For the Hubs, it was the first time in his life that he'd been without land.

The TN land search was underway.  We searched, high and low.  All over middle TN, and let me tell you, that is a large area.  It took a while, a lot of help from our real estate agent (a blessed man!), and a LOT of work from the Hubs, but we finally found our place and closed last week (3 Jan 14)!

So, what now?  Well, a lot of work to begin with.  This particular piece of land has been severely mistreated.  It's going to take a bit to get it taken care of properly.  After that, we'll begin our home.  We've already been drawing up plans for homes and I've been pinning like mad.  I have no idea when we'll actually break ground or even be finished, but I cannot wait.

The other big part of our plan isn't quite as easily named.  We want chickens and a garden and to be as 'green' as possible (even though, I detest that term) and be somewhat sustainable.  I don't really like the term homestead and farm isn't acurate and we're definitely not 'preppers.'  The best term I've heard used is 'farmette,' but I think that is just because it's a fun word and a little bit girly.  (Kinda like the time the Hubs and I laughed and refered to him as Quasi-Clergy, just because it was a funny word). I don't like to label it and I don't think I identify with any of those groups either.  I do like to read from each of those areas and I think we'll incorporate several of those ideas, but not the entirety.  

In any event, we are heading in a new area and as scary as it is, I'm really excited.  I know that it is a huge undertaking and we really do have quite a road ahead.  I hope to detail it here.  I really want to have some sort of log of our journey and progress.  First up will be some pics, but I'm telling ya, it is not in a good condition right now.  

Monday's Musing...

... So have you ever had one of those days?  You know when you've already got a plan for the day the night before and then you oversleep and then you talk to the Hubs and find out that he had a complete different plan and then remember that you also have to teach your son an English lesson that you forgot to plan and then call for both a doctor's appointment and a hair appointment and don't get either one and then realize it's almost 2pm and you not only haven't gotten anything on your list done, but you've also not really gotten ANYTHING done all day?

Yeah, it's one of THOSE days for me.  Ugh, I kinda just want to curl up and take a nap.  And to be honest, that's what I would normally do.  Well, maybe not a nap, but I'd do something else completely and think, oh, well, I'll take care of all that tomorrow. 

But you see, I'm trying to do some things different.  Not resolutions or anything like that.  I'm just trying to live the life I think God wants me to live. It's hard.  So, in that vein, I'm going to try to plan out my week (not day) ahead of time.  It's already half through Monday, so I'm behind, but that's okay.  As my dear friend, Lysa TerKeurst, said, it's all about 'Imperfect Progress.'

This is from Ms. TerKeurst's Unglued event in Bowling Green, KY.  Okay, so she's not actually a 'dear' friend, but I did LOVE the book and the event.  I highly recommend it.

Radiators, Wrong turns, & Revelations...

Hello, all!

So, it has been a long time since I blogged. The plain and simple reason is because I haven't had anything 'blog-worthy' to share. It's not that I haven't had stuff going on (boy, have I!), it just hasn't been anything I thought was worth taking the time to write out or have other read. 

This all changed yesterday when I was driving back to Tennessee from a visit with my parents. I started thinking about an incident that happened just before we pulled out of the driveway. My dad was checking out my car, as he normally does before I head out on the long 4-hour trek home. I had complained earlier that my windshield wiper fluid had run dry and even though the Hubs had refilled it, it still wasn't working. He got the fluid from the trunk and began to look for the reservoir cap, I had no clue where it was, being car illiterate, but I noticed a small reservoir with a bright yellow cap and the wiper symbol on it. My dad started to take the cap off when Chas came over. He adamantly told Poppy that that was wrong. Chas pointed to the next reservoir, which also had a yellow cap. Poppy replied telling him that that was for the radiator.  Chas was having none of it. He saw his dad a week earlier fill up up the windshield wiper fluid and it was in THAT place. I have to admit that my dad handled it wonderfully. He showed Chas the tubes that led from THAT reservoir to the radiator. The kicker of course was when Dad finished and the windshield wiper fluid sprayed up cleaning a very dirty windshield. 

Now, why is this story important? Well, I called the Hubs while I was driving down the road to tease him a bit about being so rushed that he put the wiper fluid in the wrong place, but I also told him that he should be happy because his son had unbelievable faith in him. Even with me and his Poppy telling him otherwise, he still believed that his dad had done the right thing. Our conversation was cut short, but that part of the conversation lingered with me as I continued my journey. I began to think about my Heavenly Father. Do I have that trust and faith in Him? It's kind of easy to when things go well, but what about when they don't? 

I just started a new study at church on the topic of our emotions. The book has been great! Just like most of the women I've talked to I have a problem with my patience running thin and my anger and frustration getting the better of me. However, I think my bigger problem with my emotions is letting ALL my 'feelings' get in the way. I have a tendency to let things spiral out of control when things aren't going well. I become ruled by my feelings, whatever they are at that particular moment: sad, happy, scared, angry. Scared is a BIG one. 

Then, yesterday I had that revelation. What if I could trust God the way Chas trusted his dad? What if I truly believed and acted as if I had complete and total faith in God? That is what He desires. He shows time and time again in His Word and in my life that He in in control. 

So, I am working on that being MY desire as well. When I'm running late and start to get anxious or Chas is trying my patience or the storms of life are surging. God is in control. When I make a 3 wrong turns adding an extra 30 minutes to an already very long trip? God's still in control! Lord, please help me in this. El Elyon!

Pleasantly exhausted...

This is kind of an odd concept to me.  Usually I'm either one or the other - pleasant or exhausted.  However, I'm so excited right now because I feel both.  It is no surprise to those who know me to hear that I didn't sleep well last night.  I've suffered bouts of insomnia for as long as I can remember.  To top that off, I had to get up early due to some vehicular problems. 

All in all I was set up to be quite cranky and have a generally bad day (especially when you add in the allergy/sinus problems everyone in New England is suffering from).  However, I'm happy to report that even after some minor bumps, I've had not just a good day, but an AMAZING day!

I spent most of the day with a new and very dear friend.  She taught me so many things!  We worked with several different types of dough and made 2 loaves of bread, 2 loaves of 'cinnamon roll' bread, bagels, and orange rolls - all from scratch!  And to add to the joy, she gave me a knitting refresher while we waited for dough to rise or bake.

Once again, those who know me, know that I'm not a cook, or much of a baker unless it comes from a box.  And I will admit that I didn't do a whole lot myself, but I did learn and I was able to enjoy a great day full of fun and true Christian fellowship!

I really hope that I'm able to work on these skills some more.  It was so much fun and we have such great things to show for it, but even if I don't, it will be okay.  I will still carry with me the joy of today and the memories we've created.

Btw, in can anyone is interested, here are a few photos of what we made:

This is one loaf of the bread.  This stuff is amazing.  I haven't cut into my loaf yet, but I've had it before and I LOVE it!

These are the Cinnamon Roll bread.  I had this tonight for dessert and I am in love.  It is incredibly yummy and really hard to stop after just one piece.

These are the Orange Rolls.  Imagine cinnamon rolls, but with an orange zest filling and orange glaze on top.  I'll admit that I ate one of these as soon as we got home and then proceeded to eat another!

One of the things I find coolest was making these bagels.  They may not look great, or even really like bagels, but they taste great AND once again, they are made from scratch.  I cannot even believe we did that.  I've never heard of that before in my life.  I think I may have scared my friend just a bit when she saw how excited I was that we were attempting these.  :)

Steadfastness...

This word has been on my mind a lot lately, especially in the last few days.

I'm currently in the process of memorizing the book of James, which is an extremely daunting task for someone who has trouble memorizing the smallest of passages.  However, it is going well (8 verses down!) and I think the Lord is blessing me in it.  I'm memorizing this as part of a study of the book and I LOVE it!  However, this word - steadfastness - has stood out to me in the past couple days.  

"Count it joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.  And let steadfastness have it's full effect that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing."

- James 1:2-4 (ESV)

I've had a lot going on in the past couple weeks.  More than I want to think about or dwell on or prattle on about on the internet.  However, I'd be remiss not to mention how God has used this.  I've been busy and worried and stressed and hurt and sick.  I'm calling that a 'trial of various kinds.'  My faith is tested.  But I have to decide, is this 'stress' going to build me up... or tear me down?  Will I count it joy?  Or throw a fit and be selfish?

With God's help, I'm working to count it joy and let it build me up, that I might truly be steadfast (firm in purpose, resolution, etc.) in my faith.  I'm learning bit by bit (and God is showing me bit by bit) where to put my trust and how to trust Him more.

So, I'm not very good at this blogging thing...

Yeah, it's been a while.  There is a very good reason for that.  Not much has been going on.  I find it weird to think of blogging my day to day life.  I know people do it, and for some, I'd read it.  But the thought of doing that myself seems... silly.  I cook, do housework, occasionally help Chas with homework, go to PWOC board meetings, and Bible study.  As a family, we go to Chapel and have family night every Friday night.  I mean, really, would you want to read extended descriptions of that?

We did move in November.  I'd like to blog a little bit about our new home because it's pretty awesome (a renovated cotton mill).  We also went home to MO for Christmas, which was a blessedly quiet and happy trip.  Those are the highlights from the past months of the blog blackout.

I'll go ahead and admit that I've been a little... uninspired lately.  I'm still checking out pinterest, but I haven't done any projects (cooking, crafting, etc.) in a while.  I'm hoping this will be remedied soon.  Maybe it is just because I feel a little like I'm still in transition.  We will be moving again in 5 months or so, so it is a little hard to get completely settled here.

In any event, I'm hoping that things will even out soon and perhaps, I'll even have something to blog about.