All in Life & Spirituality
A few weeks ago I took on a new baking gig delivering goods to a new coffee shop in town several times a week. Although this job is new, I’ve been baking for as long as I can remember.
A friend of mine asked me the other day about our container home. If you are new to the blog, my husband and I have recently purchased farm land and are building a home up-cycled from steel shipping containers.
“Another cop shooting of a black man sparks protests in Baton Rouge.” These headlines flooded the web today as a video surfaced of Alton Sterling being killed in front of a convenience store. My husband buckled his utility belt and let out a deep sigh. Going out into the night streets as a police officer the day after an officer-involved shooting is dreadful.
Kindergarten is hard, man. It sounds easy enough. Learning to read, learning to write, sitting still for hours at a time, stay in line, be quiet, etc.
This last minute panic attack was not entirely my fault. I know what you may be thinking. It's the kids' projects, so it's the kids' responsibility. Yeah, I get that. But let me explain to you about 5th grade Science Fairs. They are legit.
I have a friend who all through growing up hated tomatoes. She used to say, “I see people eating tomatoes on their burgers and in their salads and they look like they taste so good. I try to like them, and I keep trying them, but every time....nope. I still can’t stand them."
A few years ago I wrote a book going through a personally challenging time. God so tenderly carried me through that season, that the writing for me was the easy part. I needed to get it out. I needed to tell others about this great-big, amazing, life-changing God that loved me, and loved them too.
This trip had been good so far. But today was unstable, like every other day in that season. I was hopeful. But I was also reasonably aware of my situation. The cold hard reality shoved it's ugly self in my face often among my hopeful moments.
I'm not a huge fan of Little Debbie snacks. No offense to snack cake, but there is something that skeeves me out about the lengthy shelf life, cream that doesn't sour, pastries that don't stale, apple filling where apples are not found in the list of ingredients, you get me?
I loathe waiting. GEEZ. I do. But after years being placed in scenario after scenario of waiting, I am getting the hang of it. There is something ludicrously exciting about putting something in God's hands and saying, "Here. You deal. I can't even." And then, waiting.
I have an addictive personality. Whatever I am into at the moment, I am ALL IN. When I started running I was not content putting in a mile a few times a week. I wanted to run marathons. I spent countless hours training & obsessing right down to the attire to the meal planning.
Do you ever read the Bible and get super encouraged about what God does for his people? And then you face a situation in your own life where you have to rely on God... and then you freak out, feeling hopeless, wondering if God will ever come through for you...
Several weeks ago I was over at Jennie Allen's blog reading Let's Overwhelm Someone. What I remember from it and what keeps repeating in my mind over and over is that she said this, " ....I have been in a dark place honestly and I tend to hole up when I am going through things.
I have a friend who is doing something awesome. I think she is just the greatest and I am so proud of her. I said to her yesterday, "Wow, you are really doing it!", to which she responded, "Just barely."