Opportunity {five minute friday}

Despite the fact that I don’t do well with change, I have seized the opportunity to do some interesting things.  Interesting, as in amazing but sure to thrust me into new and different situations that will stretch my ability to adapt and trust that God is in control.

opportunity

  • I chose a college in the Midwest.
  • Studied abroad in two foreign countries.
  • In a whiz-bang decision, I became an innkeeper on the Central Coast of California.
  • Did a culinary internship at a bed and breakfast in Maine.
  • Spent two weeks in Serbia and two weeks in Kenya back-to-back.
  • Got married and moved to Northern Idaho.

All of these adventures started with the unknown – new locations and new jobs, not having any friends, and not have a specific timeline.

These opportunities for travel, fun, service, and education turned out to be opportunities for dependence and trust.

God gave me the opportunity to be adventurous and, with the same breath, extended His hand – an invitation to journey together along these fun but primitive roads.  He gave me an opportunity to conquer change and the unknown with His strength and His love.

Five Minute Friday

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Seasons {a mom’s reflection}

SEASONSI thought of many ways to introduce this post.

I could talk about how much I love my mom. I could talk about how moms have this uncanny way of knowing exactly what you need to hear. I could talk about how this message made me cry, the words meeting me and traveling with me on this primitive road.

But, the simplest thing to do is just explain.

My mom knew that I was struggling with the cold, struggling with Christmas, struggling with adjusting to this new season of life.  She sent me an email yesterday.  This is what it said:

Sovereign in all seasons. I have been contemplating that theme for awhile.  It was a particularly meaningful/challenging/powerful meditation as I decorated the Christmas tree on Sunday afternoon.  I’d put it off for over a week, having put the lights on a week ago.  Finallly decided I’d better just go for it, anticipating a significant emotional challenge: in 56 years, I have NEVER decorated a Christmas tree by myself.

SO… I put on the Christmas music, Greg had lit a fire and brought in the ornament box, and I prayerfully committed to choose joy and thanksgiving in this new season.  It was a constant recommitment, that choosing, as I remembered with so much love the significance of special decorations.

One of my recurrent thoughts, when I felt myself slipping into sorrow, was  “What would I want to be different?”  My children living at home forever, never experiencing the joy of having a spouse and children of their own?  To everything there IS a season, and a time for EVERY purpose under heaven.  Amen and Amen.

I was genuinely comforted and experienced a quiet joy knowing that my loving Father is, indeed, designer of all my seasons.

His blessings in the springtime of babies and toddlers, storybooks and puddlejumping;  an amazing summer of growing children and a growing faith, Bagelry breakfasts and dinnertime laughter…  I’m certain that the God of those precious times and memories will continue to reign in my autumn, orchestrating blazing colors and harvest blessings in my life.

May I not limit His purposes with my fear of the unknown or lack of trust in His sovereignty, love, and care.

That’s my prayer and that was my thought process for a couple of hours on Sunday afternoon. Absolutely earnestly praying for you, my springtime Cria, as you walk with your Abba through your own change of seasons.

~

Seasons, by nature, are ever changing.  When one passes, another arrives, bringing its own unique changes and challenges.

My instinct is to rush through each season in hopes of eliminating discomfort.  These words reminded me to slow down and embrace the joy in each season.

Crockpot Apple Butter

Slowcooker Apple Butter

Simple.

4 ingredients.

Crockpot.

Have I convinced you yet?

Homemade apple butter always seemed complicated until my mom discovered this crockpot method.

 

Crockpot Apple Butter

Peel and chop enough apples to fill your crockpot.  Cook on low for 8 hours.  Add vanilla extract and brown sugar (or maple syrup for no-sugar peeps) and let it cook some more. The result is a thick apple spread with intense flavor.

Now, I have no excuse not to have copious amounts of this versatile condiment in my refrigerator. Now, please excuse me while I dip my finger in the jar…

Crock Pot Apple Butter

Crockpot Apple Butter
Author: Emily C. Gardner
Four simple ingredients transform into an intensely flavorful condiment you’ll want to have all year around. Use maple syrup or honey for a spread with no refined sugar.
Ingredients
  • 10-15 apples (Amount depends on the size of your crockpot. Use a variety. I like a mix of Golden Delicious, Fuji, and Braeburn.)
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla
  • 1 tablespoon cinnamon
  • 1/3 cup maple syrup or 1/2 cup brown sugar
Instructions
  1. Peel and core apples.
  2. Chop each apple into 8 pieces.
  3. Fill your crockpot to the brim with apple pieces. My 6-quart crockpot holds 12ish medium apples.
  4. Turn crockpot on low and cook for 8 hours. I let mine cook overnight.
  5. When you wake up, give the apples (now brown) a stir. Add vanilla, cinnamon, and brown sugar. Mix to combine.
  6. Let the apple mixture cook, uncovered, in the crockpot until it has reduced to your desired thickness. Mine usually takes a couple more hours.
  7. Store in an airtight container in the fridge or can it for later consumption.

When It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas

Less than a week until Christmas?  I still can’t believe it.  It doesn’t feel like Christmas.

Christmas is generally sunny, about 70 degrees.  Christmas is waking up, romping up and down on my slumbering brother (yes, I did this in my twenties – don’t judge), and opening stockings before breakfast.  Christmas is lights in Naples, gum drop trees downtown, and a post-meal walk up Big Dalton canyon.

None of that is happening this year.  Maybe that’s why it doesn’t feel like Christmas.

I’m stuck in the sentimental space between Christmases past and Christmases in the future.  For a newlywed, this space is called Christmas Present.  As the marital status implies, everything is new.  New spouse.  New lodging.  New responsibilities.  New life.

Christmas Present is new, and for a holiday built on traditions and memories, new can take the feelings of Christmas right out of Christmas.

8Ways

So, how do you get Christmas back in Christmas?  Since I am currently waist deep in Christmas Present, my advice is fairly raw and being tested as I type.  In any case, here are the ways I’m approaching my first married Christmas:

  • Know that your feelings are okay. Marriage is a huge adjustment and holidays are part of the adjustment.  You are simultaneously mourning Christmas Past, trying to make it through Christmas Present, and hoping Christmas Future is better.  Give yourself a break.
  • Be honest with your spouse. Your feelings effect them, too!  I hesitate to talk about Christmas feelings because I don’t want Tim to feel bad.  Withdrawing (which is my default) makes him feel worse. Communicate!
  • Be honest with God. If you’re not used to speaking candidly with your Abba about how you feel, let David speak for you.  The Psalms are full of his heart, mind, and soul in song form.  If David can ask God, “Why?” and “What gives?” (Emily paraphrase), then you can pose the same questions.
  • Let God work on your feelings. Trying to force yourself into Christmas cheer isn’t going to get you very far. If you’re not feeling how you want to feel about Christmas Present, ask God for peace and joy, even in the newness.  If you’re feeling like me, you can even ask Him to help you want to have joy and peace in the newness.
  • Embrace the new. Don’t try to replicate Christmas Past. I have a good imagination, but jacking up the heater to 80 degrees, importing some palm trees, and creating cardboard cut-outs of my entire family just wouldn’t be the same as Christmases past.  Trying to recreate a SoCal Christmas in Northern Idaho is disappointment in the making.
  • Transform traditions. Is opening stockings your favorite part of Christmas morning? Stuff a stocking for your spouse or family member.  Always decorate Christmas cookies with your mom? Host a cookie exchange for college gals who might also be away from home. Not Christmas without a ham?  Try your hand at tamales instead.
  • Make new traditions. They probably won’t fill the Christmas Past void, but overtime new traditions will be special.  In fact, they will become the new Christmas Past. I know I will look back with fondness on the first time Tim cut down our own  tree, the first year our tree fell over, the first time Tim and I made Christmas dinner together, and our first Christmas in Coeur d’Alene.

Newlyweds: What are you doing to make Christmas Present feel like Christmas?

Married folks: What did you do to make your first married Christmas special?

When The Tree Falls Over

PrimitiveAll Charlie Brown Christmas trees are not alike.  There’s copious charm in the original concept – a tiny tree with baby branches, scarcely decorated with budding greenery.  The small frame looks cheery despite bald spots and piney peach fuzz.  But, the cartoon charm doesn’t always translate to real life.

What happens when the Charlie Brown tree hits puberty?  You end up with a tree like ours – a tall tree with skinny frame and gangly limbs.  Pine needles are sprouting but in all the wrong places.

A couple more years and our Chuck Brown tree would likely live up to its Noble namesake, but for now, we have a teenager tree making himself at home in our living room.

This is my portion of primitive – Christmas style.

I love picking out a tree, but my normal practices don’t usually involve a four hour tromp through the National Forest with a chainsaw.

Instead of standing up a bunch of trees at the local lot to find the fullest, greenest Fir, Tim and I roamed the woods looking for a tree that had enough branches to hold all our ornaments. Instead of being bound and tied to the car roof, Tim forded a river with the tree hoisted on his shoulder before it was thrown in a trailer.  Instead of burying the lights deep in and out of the close packed branches, I struggled to hide plugs in the sparse foliage.

As much as I enjoyed the experience of chopping down our own tree (and only spending $5), I wrestled with the imperfection of it all.  Branches drooped under the weight of lights and ornaments.  Longer decorations couldn’t hide bare patches.  The entire tree leaned to one side.

LightI professed appreciation for the Charlie Brown resemblance, but secretly wanted the trimmed and shaped Noble Firs of years past.

Then, in the dusk of evening, when those pesky lights were plugged in, I was mesmerized by the beauty of that tannenbaum.  Bright bulbs cast a glow overshadowing the imperfections.  In fact, the soft glow of the colored lights made those gaps and gangly qualities seem intentionally unique.

I started to see what light can do in the darkness of flaws.

Nature groomed our tree to be a stunning representation of what our lives look like to God. Our Charlie Brown qualities were hand-crafted by Him and look especially lovely in the light of His love.

As if I needed further prompting to embrace joy in my Christmas portion of primitive, our tree toppled head first into the middle of the living room just as National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation was starting.