Sam

For reasons other than patriotism, July has truly been a month of freedom.

What often entraps us are our repeated offenses and that has definitely been the case for me. But, God has been faithful to soften my heart and bring me to a place of surrender with body image issues and contentment struggles that have previously stuck closer than a shadow.

Healing is a process, but the lightness of being I’ve experienced from accepting the freedom that God and His word offers is a gift.

A certain Samaritan woman is no stranger to both the sins that can shackle a soul and the freedom found in taking God’s hand. Her story is more relevant that I ever imagined. Read more about her story of shame, redemption, and hope on Kindred Grace {HERE} today! (You’ll also get to see a photo of my Elizabeth Bennet moment in Scotland…)

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If the Samaritan woman’s story intrigues you, I recommend grabbing a copy of Paperdoll: What Happens When an Ordinary Girl Meets an Extraordinary God. Natalie Lloyd (who you may recognize as a columnist from Brio Magazine, my first magazine addiction) follows “Sam’s” journey to the well and her encounter with Living Water. She dissects the story in a way that makes it relevant and relatable to our society and culture. Natalie writes honestly and is a wonderful storyteller. The book includes great study questions, too.

Our worth isn’t wrapped up in what other people say about us, either. Our worth is woven into the fabric of God’s Word, into the ultimate truth that sets us free to be the unique, beautiful, godly women we were created to be.

Natalie Lloyd inPaperdoll

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On vulnerability, battle cries, and Glennon Melton

When writers commit to vulnerability in their work, they are inviting readers into the most sensitive areas of their lives. Layer upon layer of garments, grit, and grime are shed with every word until nothing is left but the bare essentials. Authenticity and truth-telling leave a person naked and unarmed. It’s both a scary and freeing place to be.

Too often, we view vulnerability like a super power, treating those who possess the uncanny ability to be completely honest like they are made of cold, hard steel, brandishing their mistakes and faults like a sword. What we view as a weapon is hardly even a shield. Instead of deflecting or conquering pain and trials, authenticity leaves people bare and unprotected.

It’s easy to respond with judgement even though the battle cry of vulnerability is, “I’m human. I’m just like you!”

We heap on expectations and assumptions like transparency equals perfection. The fact is, authenticity and vulnerability don’t exempt one from mistakes. Truth-tellers are brave, but they are not invincible.

Carry On, Warrior

Glennon Melton, of Momastery.com, is well-known for being one of those brave truth-tellers. She has made a name for herself writing about faith, marriage, and motherhood with an honesty that can be shocking, humorous, and heart wrenching all at the same time.

The blogosphere has come to honor and glorify this type of all-or-nothing honesty and, in turn, readers have come to demand it.  But, we don’t always remember that life is a process. What is true and real right now may not be true and real a week, a month, a year from now. It is unreasonable to apply static standards to the ever shifting seasons of life.

Most of my readers have agreed to an unwritten rule that we don’t use the truth’s I tell against me… I walk onto this field every day without armor or weapons, by choice, and so the risk is that every once in a while, someone will shoot. It happens, it hurts, and it always makes me want to quit writing.

Glennon in Carry On, Warrior

I have been guilty of being a sniper, standing on the sidelines applying static standards to the conclusions someone has made about the ever shifting seasons of in their life. As a consumer and producer of this type of honesty, I want grace and tenderness to infuse my response to vulnerability. I want to see past the point where my views intersect with theirs and appreciate where our thoughts may diverge.

It is with this in mind that I read Carry On, Warrior: The Power of Embracing Your Messy, Beautiful Life, Glennon’s collection of new essays and best-loved material from her blog.

Glennon is unflinchingly honest about her “brutiful” life, sharing the ins and outs of addiction, a shotgun marriage, motherhood, and friendship. Her perspective on life and faith will appeal to Millennial Christians who are frustrated by the anti-this, anti-that sentiments prevalent in religion today.

I didn’t always resonate with her sense of humor (though I won’t go to the dentist without thinking of her) and her challenges with motherhood/marriage aren’t quite the same as mine, but I found her honesty disarming in the best of ways.

There were gems like this:

But when your miracle doesn’t happen the way you planned, it becomes important to look for peripheral miracles. Peripheral miracles are those that aren’t directly in front of you. They’re not the ones on which you’ve been too damned focused. You have to turn your head to see peripheral miracles.

Carry On, Warrior (261)

And, since the book contained selections from her blog, I will be able to refer back to some of my favorite pieces.

And then, there were the pieces that reminded me of other writers I love and admire and their unique battle cry.

Overall, I enjoyed reading Carry On, Warrior – in part for the reason I think everyone should read Can I Ask That and also for those little gems that challenge and bloom into truth for the giver and receiver.

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Free, at last.

free, at last

This all begins and ends in 2nd Timothy.

The Word of God is not imprisoned.

2 Timothy 2:9

We let our culture and our own finite understanding capture the Word of God, keeping it in chains. But, the Word is FREE and it brings FREEDOM to all who hear.

We let our sin habits shackle God’s truth. Our repeated offenses trap us in harmful patterns, when Scripture offers a lovely tapestry of truths to set our hearts free.

I think of my body image issues – how I’ve let culture complicate my relationship with my body, how I’ve let the world define my beauty and value, how I’ve let my physical appearance become an idol that distracts me from the Creator.

I have bound and gagged the Word of God that says I am (we are all) fearfully and wonderfully made.

There is sweet release when we really live out the truth that God’s works are wonderful – including us! God’s word gives us permission to love what He has created, to love our bodies, our features, our uniquenesses, because they reflect God as a Father and an artist.

The worth of a person is not bound up in their physical appearance. I believe that about others; why has it taken 27 years for me to believe this about myself?

God judges persons differently than humans do. Men and women look at the face, God looks at the heart.

1 Samuel 16:7

Dwelling on the implications of that truth has been one of the most life giving gifts of freedom I’ve experienced lately. When I let go of fitting into a certain physical mold, I am free.

I am free from the pressure to be pretty because my value comes from my Creator, not the created.

I am free to be cherished right now, not just when I’m finally that size or photogenic or wearing that top.

I am free to enjoy a bowl of ice cream in the evening without worrying about it going straight to my bum.

I am free to feel good about myself even if I don’t wear the same pant size I did in high school.

I am free to not fit into some of my pre-preggo clothes.

I am even free to give away some of those pre-preggo clothes that I may not ever fit into again.

I am free to be healthy and strong and build muscle.

I am free to not count calories.

I am free to like my body even if I don’t have a flat stomach or a model physique.

I am free to buy clothes that fit and flatter regardless of the size.

I am free to have seasons of feasting and seasons of fasting.

I am free to not be the “prettiest,” blondest girl in every room.

I am free to be me and not to be her.

I am free to enjoy life without focusing on what I look like.

I am free to be God’s fearfully and wonderfully made creation.

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Small shifts in thinking can lead to major transformation. And, when you aren’t always cognitive of those shifts taking place (or dismiss them as insignificant because they are so small), you wake up one morning and marvel at the new outlook you seem to have adopted overnight.

Start with one small shift towards accepting the freedom we have in Christ. One morning you may find yourself marveling at the transformation God made in your heart.

I know I have.

The Word of God is not imprisoned. Let it set you free.

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The Sweet Life

Some experiences remain so vivid, years may pass and it still seems like they happened yesterday. Studying abroad is one of those experiences. And in that experience there are a million little experiences that continue to shine brightly in my minds eye.

I’ve written a bit about my time overseas on Kindred Grace (before I was a regular contributor!) and I’m happy to be sharing a bit more about my travels today on Little Did She Know.

I mention a lot of delicious details in my post for Cara’s de(tales) series, but only sent her one photo. I thought it would be fun to share a few more visuals of the sweet life I wrote about.

When you read my description of Dolce Vita, you’ll notice I took a minor editorial liberty in the color of the pastry trays – silver not gold.  Oops. Apparently my memories aren’t as vivid as I thought they were…

Dolce Vita

Completely unassuming store front to Dolce Vita. Who knew the inside held such special people and pastries.

Dolce Vita

The son of the mom and son duo who ran Dolce Vita. Such a patient fellow.

Dolce Vita

My 20 year old self with two of the six other students in my study abroad program, enjoying a cappuccino.

Dolce Vita

The Occhi I talk about…

Dolce Vita

Dolce Vita

Pastries on silver trays. They were gold in my mind’s eye.

Dolce Vita

Dolce Vita

One of those cups now resides in my dining room!

Thanks for indulging my seven year old memories. To read more about Dolce Vita, head over here.

 

Microwave Hot Fudge Sauce

Simple ingredients are transformed into a rich, thick fudge sauce using the convenience of a microwave. This is my comfort topping for anything ice cream related.

Microwave Hot Fudge Sauce

Please excuse the lack of food photography for this recipe post, but some things get consumed too quickly for me to style and shoot even just a few pics. This hot fudge sauce would definitely be one of those recipes.

Hot fudge sauce is classic. Like this particular sauce, the best kind is thick, deeply chocolatey, and simple. A good hot fudge sauce can turn any kind of ice cream or cake or pie (or spoon) into a decadent dessert worthy of company.

What makes this hot fudge sauce over the top is the method you use to make it. A microwave provides the hot in the hot fudge. It’s unfussy and quick – all good things when you’re bowl of ice cream is sitting out, waiting to be bathed in a fudgy pool of liquid chocolate.

Not convinced yet? Read my post over on Be. Mama. Be to find out why delicious simplicity isn’t the only reason I flip to this microwave hot fudge sauce recipe so often.

Microwave Hot Fudge Sauce
Author: Emily C. Gardner
A simple, classic hot fudge sauce made easy using the microwave. Your ice cream won’t know what hit it!
Ingredients
  • 2 ounces unsweetened chocolate
  • 2/3 cup evaporated milk
  • 1 cup granulated sugar
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/8 teaspoon salt
Instructions
  1. Melt chocolate in a microwave safe bowl.
  2. Add evaporated milk and sugar to the chocolate.
  3. Stir until combined.
  4. Microwave for 2 1/2 minutes. (Keep your eye on the mixture. Depending on your microwave and bowl, it could boil over.)
  5. Remove from microwave and add butter, vanilla, and salt. Beat with a hand mixer until slightly thickened and smooth. Fudge sauce will thicken as it cools.
  6. Store in refrigerator if there are leftovers.

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