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I was Tagged…

My bloggy friend Linda tagged me with some questions….

I haven’t done this for such a long time.

But it sounded like fun and I wanna be like Linda when I grow up so I thought I’d join.

1. What’s your favorite time of day and why?

I have always loved night time. As a teen I loooved to stay up late and sleep in. As a young mom I loved to put those sweet little pea pods to bed so I could have a little time to myself. And now that I go to bed before my big kids I am starting to enjoy morning..well…mid morning.

So maybe it’s the quiet I like:)

2. What has made you laugh lately?

I laugh when my kids say funny things. They make me laugh sometimes behind my hand and sometimes out loud. My main man is pretty funny too…He comes up with some laughable one liners but once again sometimes I just laugh inside cause I don’t want to encourage his behavior but then again other times I just let it all out.:0

3. What was your favorite toy as a kid?

I played with a lot of doll type toys. Barbies, Paper dolls and baby dolls. The funny thing is I also loved playing ball and climbing trees. It must of been the strong male influence since I followed 2 brothers. While playing church you could find me sitting on the steps with my doll. I was the worship leader and my brother was the gun slinging preacher. We would have done well in the west.

4. What do you remember about your high school prom?

Well, technically we didn’t have a prom because I was at a private school. We did have “banquets” though.

For my senior year… I went with a couple of my bff’s and friends we invited along. To be real honest I don’t remember much of it at all. I had a hot pink dress with a bow…stunning!

It was the 90’s!

5.What would I find in your refrigerator right now?

Gracious! It needs to be cleaned out! Cheese, Oj, Apple Cider, ham, avocado, left over quiche, vanilla coke, milk, white chocolate creamer, lettuce, apples, grapes, sweet potatoes, butter, 3 jars of mayo???? mustard, bbq sauce, parm cheese, olives, garlic, lemon juice, cottage cheese, sour cream, grape jelly, eggs, smokielinks, juice box, bagels….

6. Which do you like better.. hands or feet.

It depends on whose. I love my guys feet. But let’s face it…sometimes feet can be emmm..gross.
Toe Jam and smells can be overwhelming.

So maybe I should stick with hands.:)

7. What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done.

About 3 years ago we went white water rafting with some friends. That was nutty! Our raft tipped over during a very dangerous part of the river…
You can read about it in a previous post.

I thought I was gonna die.

I didn’t.


Phhewww… Now I better go clean out the fridge!

Happy Friday~


It’s a new day

When was the last time you wanted to clean up a mess?


Do something so risky that it might cost you everything?

Some personalities are more given to adventure and mess and the unknown
while others are quite comfortable with the familiar unchanging routine of the day.

I fall somewhere in the middle.
I love change…


Especially when I’m leaving winter.


I don’t really ever care for mess.

I like things “in order” and predictable when it comes time for relationships and my dwelling place.
It smells better. And I feel like everything is “right with the world”.
It’s security for me.

But God…

Likes to come in and change the furniture around every so often. Not the way I like to change it up but sometimes he comes in and takes my bed and strips it down, removing my 2 big fluffy, down, comforters. He takes that bed from the upstairs room and moves it down to the basement. It’s not because he’s mean or playing tricks on me. It’s not for aesthetic reasons. And I certainly know it doesn’t smell better down there!

It’s to move me.

Because he knows my propensity to stay in the same familiar place.
Under that big comforter that brings me comfort.
It’s warm.
It’s non threatening.
But if I stay under it too long I will suffocate.

And he knows that.

He, in all his wisdom, calls us out of our comforts
and when he does that
we can be assured that
it’s for a higher purpose.

For a greater call.

For a new day.

I have a lot more to tell you, things you never knew existed. This isn’t a variation on the same old thing. This is new, brand-new, something you’d never guess or dream up. When you hear this you won’t be able to say, ‘I knew that all along.’ You’ve never been good listeners to me. You have a history of ignoring me, A sorry track record of fickle attachments— rebels from the womb. But out of the sheer goodness of my heart, because of who I am, I keep a tight rein on my anger and hold my temper. I don’t wash my hands of you. Do you see what I’ve done? I’ve refined you, but not without fire. I’ve tested you like silver in the furnace of affliction. Out of myself, simply because of who I am, I do what I do. I have my reputation to keep up. I’m not playing second fiddle to either gods or people.
Isaiah 48:1-3 Message

He is bringing something new


that’s what he does to keep his people close to his heart.

I ran across this poem today….

Disturb us, Lord, when
We are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we have dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.

~Sir Francis Drake ~

It’s a scary bumpy ride..
I know who is driving this ship.

And the lights from the shore seem further and further away each day as we go deeper out to sea.

And I realize more and more that I don’t really need that comforter on my bed as much as I used to because he is

“The Great Comforter”.

He likes to come clean up messes, especially his people who look messy.
So maybe I should too.

He risked everything to show me his love so what is it that I need to risk?

What is it that he’s asking you to risk?

Do you have an old blanket that you just can’t crawl out from underneath?

Do you think maybe this could be a new day for you?

I have this feeling in my gut….
that when he gets me out to the middle of the sea
he’s gonna look at me and say…
“Get out of the boat”.

But that’s another post.

The Cup

As you may have noticed I changed the title of my blog.

When I started this 2 years and 262 posts ago I was at a different season then I feel like I am today. While I still feel very fortunate to have been blessed with the gifts God gives I feel like my life is described better these days by a molded heart.

The potter has been intensely shaping this heart for a very long time~ And I believe that as long as I live and breathe he will need to remold and reshape. It’s a painful process but I have never felt like I’m in better hands.

Lately I have been thinking about his cup.

The Cup of suffering.

When he asks his disciples…. “can you drink the cup I am going to drink”. matt 20:22

They respond with a “Yes we can”…

I must applaud the willing heart but


they had no idea what they were agreeing to.

The horror and heartbreak they were all about to experience as they would watch the one whom they believed to be the Messiah be cruelly beaten and executed in the most terrifying fashion.

And then after his Crucifixion they would be hunted down as criminals and brutally murdered.

Truly this is the question we must all answer….

Am I willing to drink from his cup?

Of course I don’t know what all that means.

He doesn’t disclose that.

It’s part of the mystery of living by faith.

But if I say I am a follower then I must follow my leader.

Laying down my life as he did.

Giving up my quest for “happiness”

Having a peace that is not ruled by my circumstances.

In my heart I know this…

I will never be able to experience gain until I have sipped from the cup.

In my sipping a churning takes place in my heart that allows me to partake with him.

To try to understand with my feeble mind what it must have been like for him.

To have a seat at his table.

And in the process…

I am changed.

And that is gain.

The thing is,

It doesn’t just happen once and then magically I am transported to bliss…

It happens





The making of a new nature.

And just like new birth..

It takes time


growth comes slowly



And I must learn to embrace it.

While all of our sufferings look different.(Frankly mine feel like Mickey mouse trials in comparison to many who have gone before me.)

But in the end I can stand with my brothers and sisters, those who walked with him and knew if he snored and if he actually liked figs(since he did tell that fig tree to wither up and die)!:)

The ones who boldly stood before kings and proclaimed Jesus Christ even to the point of death.

Those who willingly drank from the cup of suffering.

I say…

On that final day of judgement,

To stand with that crowd would be an honor!

That will be gain my friends

That will indeed be Gain!

Sweet Potato Pie and I shut my Mouth

Guess what I dug up from my garden this week…

Aint those such purty taters?

I know it’s unacceptable for us northern folk to talk like that but I’m just practicing…

Cause I’m getting ready to move south!

It’s not that we are actually packing yet


I think God may call us there one day…

So I’m living in Faith.

Practicing talking like Paula Deen.


Learning to use lots of buttah, biscuits and sweet potatoes.

I digress…

So anyway,

I dug up these sweet potatoes and I began to dream of this wonderful dish my friend Julie brought our family way back when I was still birthing children.(No coincidence…she’s from Florida)

It’s so wonderful you may not want to share it with your family.
You could make a double and give them half of it.

Sweet Potato Souffle

3-4 Cups mashed sweet potatoes

1/2 Cup sugar

2 eggs

1/4 C. melted butter

1/3 C. canned milk (or whole)

1 tsp. vanilla

1 tsp. Cinnamon
1 tsp. salt

Mix altogether and add


1/2 Cup brown sugar

1/2 Cup nuts

5 TBSP melted butter

1/2 C. flour
This mixture will be crumbly…add on top of sweet potatoes and Bake.

Bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes

Just in time for Thanksgiving.

It’s like eating candy my friends!

Happy Last week of October!

Fall Break

So for the past couple of years some of our friends have been telling us that we really need to travel with them on our fall break.

Every year there is a group that goes camping at Turkey Run State Park.

But it’s kind of hard to get a spot so they book way back in the Spring.

We don’t typically plan to camp that far ahead.

Planning the month before would be more our speed.

So we never went along.

We knew that our priority this summer would be to spend lots of family time doing special things with our kids…


we said yes let’s do it.

And what a treat it was!

Honestly I never knew anything so beautiful could exist in Indiana.

We are not known for our canyons and rock climbing.

We are mostly known for corn fields, RV’s, Notre Dame, and the Amish.

None of which I would drive very far to stare at.

But we have more to offer my friends!

It was a hike like I’ve never taken…

Climbing steep rocks…

While I stayed pretty much to the trail,

Many in our group thought it was a little too dull to do that so…
We had a lot of this….

And I had to close my eyes numerous times as my sons wanted to try anything that smacked of danger and adventure.

We had quite a large group…

There were 10 families that pretty much hiked together…

And enjoyed all the beauty of autumn colors.

Look at all the offspring we produced!

Lots of chances to enjoy God’s handiwork.

Enjoy friends…

Some intense games..

And squeeze the ones I cherish most.

The weather was perfect with Golden sunshine during the day


Crisp, Full Moon nights.

What a wonderful memory~

But Monday?
Still doing laundry after 6 loads.
still…I would do it again!
It was well worth the Monday morning headache!
Maybe next year we could just put a sign up sheet at the post office and take the entire town along:0!!

Who are you listening to?

The door slams shut and I hear the pitter patter of her little feet.

I notice the familiar “Hey” is missing as little one enters the kitchen.
As I see her face I can tell there was an “incident”.
“What happened sweetie?” I ask.
“Oh nothing”. She tries to convince me but her lip gives her away.
I try to persuade, “tell me love, what’s wrong”.
“I don’t want to talk about it”. She insists.
I wont let her go that easy.
If there’s one thing I know about girls big or small we like to be persuaded in these ways.
One ask isn’t enough.

It should be followed up with an
“I really want to know what’s wrong…Did I do something…Was there a problem with your friend….”
So I try…

And Try Some more…

I cuddle and I stroke her hair, and arm. But no breaking…
Only a little tear escapes her eye as she says she feels foolish talking about it and she doesn’t want to cry.
She’s breaking my heart!
If the can opener would have worked I would have given it a try!

I reassure her of my love and my open heart to hearing anytime.
I tell her that’s what moms are for.

And I am left to imagine what she might be dealing with.
Did her special friends say something unkind?
Does she feel like she has to be perfect ?
I Wonder if someone rejected her?

Oh. Wait.
Those are my secrets.
The thoughts that I don’t tell.

In our study this week Beth said a VERY profound truth….

When the Holy Spirit comes to convict he is VERY specific.
He tells us of the area we need to make right.
He is loving. Not condemning.

When Satan comes He Speaks in very General, Broad terms
He tells us what a heap of rubble we are.
That no one likes us now and never will.
We might as well just lay down and die.

And we believe it!
We believe we no longer have worth.
We believe it!

And the reason he doesn’t want us to know our value is because when we find out who Christ has called us to be

The challenge I bring for you today is:
Look up the word love or compassion in your concordance.

See how often God tells you how much he loves you.
How much value you have.
How he esteems you.
Here’s a couple just to get you started.

Lord God my Savior, when your kindness an love appeared, you saved me, not because of the righteous things I had done but because of your mercy. titus 3:4

You Lord God are with me, You are mighty to save. You will take great delight in me, you will quiet me with your love, you will rejoice over me with singing! Zeph 3:17

You are my sun and shield; You, Lord bestow favor and honor; no good thing do you withhold from those whose walk is blameless. Ps. 84:11

Great is your love toward me, O Lord. Your faithfulness endures forever. Ps 117:2

Would you take this challenge with me?

To know we are loved, called and esteemed by the King of the Universe is pretty amazing!

You are loved my friend!
And on top of that…

That same God thinks you are cool enough to hang out with!
He is so into you that he waits for you night and day!

Let’s reject the lies that Satan tells us…either through people or just in our own little heads.

How bout it…

Let’s see how Dangerous we can be!

Finding the joy

Do you remember that old Sunday School Song….

I’ve got the joy joy joy joy

Down in my heart…

Recently I’ve been reflecting on joy.

Not happiness.

Not giddiness.

But a deep joy that absorbs me in peace and contentment.

While I know that God’s word is primary in bringing this about…

there are daily or weekly things that I can also do while I’m living here.

I have been challenged to take baby steps in this area.

Just the Simple things that can make all the difference in finding joy.

So I made a list.

1. I love to entertain.

To make my home a place where my loved ones can come and feel cared for. A place my children can bring friends. A warm atmosphere with nourishing food or party snacks.

2. I love to eat out with friends.

A group of people who share a love for one another. How refreshing to be with friends and have someone else cook and clean up for us. Only conversation on our mind.

3. Camping.

A time to reflect on nature and all God created. Quiet moments that allow for deeper thinking and rest.

4. Water.

I am not picky where this happens. A lake,a stream, pond, the shore. There is a peace that floods my soul as I sit looking at water, listening to it, breathing in the taste of it.

5. Music.

Nothing brings a smile to my face or tears down my cheeks faster then music. It is soul food for sure. God gave us music to enjoy. And it doesn’t matter if you can actually carry a tune or play an instrument….music speaks. And for me, playing is completely cathartic.

6. Coffee with a friend.

A cup of hot coffee with a friend is one of the soothing serums for my soul. It’s almost like those beans start talking and we can never shut off the flow…until the workers are turning off the lights or sweeping carpets, asking us if we still need our mugs.

7.Yummy smells.

There is something about smell that makes me feel nostalgic, hungry, or sometimes just relaxed and peaceful.

Mmmm….I smell Cinnamon rolls in the oven right now…Love!

8. A funny moment shared with someone I love.

Like a “remember when” story. Or a new little funny thing kids say or prayers they pray…Like last night the little one thanked God for showing her the difference between faith and love. I’m not sure what all that meant but he knows and it made me smile.

9. Creating.

Whether its a project, painting a room, giving an old piece of furniture a face lift,making a new recipe,writing a song, or a new blog post….these are all things that give me a sense of joy.

10. Prayer + Walk = Prayer walking

I have become a big fan of this method of exercise. Not only am I getting in a workout but pouring out concerns and Thanksgivings to God…especially when done with someone else is very Powerful.

If you see me walking and my lips are moving…I have not lost my mind…well, that’s not a guarantee but it is quite possibly true that I am speaking with my Father.(warning: You may not want to close your eyes for this method of prayer:)

Restoring the joy.

Going back to the simple pleasures that bring peace.

Making time for the things that bring refreshment to my soul.

Baby steps to joy.

Trying to live the thing out.

Making time in the chaos or sadness.

Do you have a list?

I wonder what it might be?

Maybe you could write it out….

And start taking your own baby steps to a joyful today.