Today is my birthday. I am going to show you a special gift I received, and explain how this fits my theme for 31 Days.
It is a twist, going from decorating my home to adorning my temple.
My body is the housing for The Holy Spirit. I am decorating it with repurposed items, look….
These beads were made by hand from a rescued victim of sex traficking. Rescued.
She is repurposed into someone with hope. Using recylced paper to make beads that she can sell and help provide, that can help heal. The friend who gave me this necklace today, knew this was my favorite color. That I liked necklaces. More importantly, that the topic of sexual slavery is near to my heart. When I decorate my body with this necklace, I will touch the beads, and treasure the knowledge that someone rolled up hope into each bead. From her hands to my heart. And someday, I pray, from my hands to her heart will the blessing return. You can find out more at www.kwagalaproject.org When I wear this necklace, I will celebrate. In her honor.
We are watching a set of DVDs called Travel the Road. The subtitle sums it up well: Two guys. One Mission. Zero guarantees.
These episodes have two young men who want to tell people about having a relationship with Jesus. They saved up money, got passports, and set out. They are very honest with what delights them, endangers them, and even scares them. Seeing graphic things that other cultures do as part of everyday life can be difficult to watch. But, it’s real. Front row. Their schedule is go where God seems to open doors until the money runs out. It takes every ounce of romanticism about this lifestyle and rips it up. In its place? A magnificent display of dedication, adventure and how desperately people need hope.
Since we homeschool, these DVDs will be part of a Missionary Studies course including great biographies. There is one idea, but regardless of how you school, all children I believe will benefit from these. Popcorn and movie night once a week perhaps? They are captivating for all age groups, and… might just be life changing.
I am being tormented this week by my dismal lack of upkeep on writing related notes. A year. Two. Piles of scraps slowly accumulate.
The thought did come up to just toss every pile, without care. I was so close. But then, what if my best ideas were in this pile? The one. So if I am asked to write a paper describing what I did on my summer vacation (unlikely, but possible) the truth’ll be right here. Each and every scrap scrutinized for decipherable ideas.
Some people think in organized fashion. I, although organized, think like a pinball. Ding, ding. ding. My idea bounces from one brain cell to another. Writing on little scraps wastes my time it would seem. There is less time for real writing I chide myself . Ding. Ding. Most notes curve this way and that. No logical columns. Circular notes. Partial words and phrases. Ding.
But when the ball settles squarely against the flipper, impact! And so it is with my ideas. Ding. Ding. Almost. Ding. Ahh! I have it, and I am ready. Is this a hassle? You betcha. Will I change? Unlikely. My drawer groans beneath the weight of various journals. Beautiful and functional. But… they lack the siren song of impulse, the surface of a random napkin or receipt. Part of creativity might just be process of scraps. Tossing the unusable. Savoring what is left.
I was inspired by the Pantry Challenge over at http://goodcheapeats.com/2012/07/organize-for-a-pantry-challenge-week-1-report/. Our freezer, in the name of good intentions, was stuffed. I talked my family into helping me take every, single item out of the freezer and do an inventory. Can I be embarrassingly frank here? Read the rest of this entry
Tired of strawberries getting moldy so quickly? Try rinsing them in a mixture of 1 part white distilled vinegar to 10 parts water. Strain until dry or pat with paper towel. This should help kill the mold spores. Place them uncovered in the fridge until ready to eat.
Hospitality has been a passion of mine for many years. It started small, I can clearly recall the first meal I set out for company in our first apartment as a newly married couple. It was, um, simple. Plastic fishy placements, matching (lucky day) Corel dishware, and a few flowers. The offerings were meager, but the spark of desire to open our home was lit.
People have all kinds of excuses, and let’s be honest, that is often what they are, not to have people over. I know. I have heard them all possibly, and used some myself. Hospitality sounds so formal, requiring fancy meals and a Pottery Barn home. Nothing could be further from the truth. When someone is down and out, just being in the presence of loving company gives powerful support. Read the rest of this entry
We just returned from a trip to the Special Olympics to support my cousin. That is why we went, but it not why we’ll be going again every year possible. Turns out, that’s one of the funnest weekends our family has ever had. Hundreds of athletes, and make no mistake, many were amazingly athletic…meeting up to showcase their spirit and skill.
I was struck by the knowledge that out in everyday society many of these delegates might be stared at, misunderstood, labeled. Here? They were honored and valued guests. The heroes. They were loved, encouraged, and the givers of great inspiration. Each person was recognized not for their disability, but their ability. Allison, 100 meter walker. Chris, Shot Put Thrower. Sarah, Gymnast. It was beautiful.
As the athletes were awarded their medals, fierce applause rang out, often by the athletes. For themselves and for each other. Professional photographers snapping away. The experience was truly amazing.
And the Victory Dance, whew…do those Olympians know how to party! A DJ spun the crowd into a frenzy with the funkiest dance music imaginable. I have experienced countless fun things in my life, but this dance had to rate in the top 5. There was no way NOT to join in the fun. Every person dancing in their own way, without regard to self-image or rhythm. Even my decisively NON dancing family members boogied the night away. The energy was palpable.
When we were leaving my girls were hurriedly exchanging phone numbers and emails with their new friends. Genuine, solid, new friendships. They animatedly talked the whole way home about next year, every year after that how we had to come…how we could get involved in our own state…how wonderful each person on our team was. It was heartfelt. So next June, if you want to join us and get to know these Special Olympians, make sure you stay for the Victory Dance. Don’t let the party train leave without you…