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Pained Joy

We often talk about experiencing joy in pain, but lately I’ve begun to wonder if perhaps there is some pain in joy. I used to think that sorrow was God’s way of “stretching out my soul” so that it could contain that much more joy later. But I think that’s only half of the picture. Lately I’ve been noticing that I do some “stretching” during “good” times too.

What does it feel like to stretch? Its uncomfortable, it even hurts a little bit. Sometimes it hurts a lot. But it increases flexibility, energy and overall health if we stretch. I think this is also true for our souls. I tried to describe some of those moments in the post preceding this, though I’m not sure I did any of them justice. I’m not sure that words ever could.

I don’t think that its about the moment, or the pain, or the joy. Its that all of a sudden I’m interrupted by this feeling. A feeling that I’ve just stumbled into something sacred. Almost like I should take off my shoes because I’m standing on Holy Ground. A feeling that I’ve just recognized the presence of God. And if I stand still, and really feel it, its uncomfortable.  It even hurts a little bit. Sometimes it hurts a lot. Like a wind that’s blowing inside my heart. A smile creeps across my face, and I can’t help but whisper His Name…

Its not about the moment, but its in the moment that I feel God. And as I grow, I feel Him in new ways and in new places and in new depths of my heart.

…full…

…the other day Ephram and I returned home way past his bedtime from a sublime evening with good friends. As he cuddled in for his bedtime nurse I buried my nose in his hair, and experienced the most breathtaking combination of sunscreen, infant bug repellent, campfire, sweat, sand and evening air….

…this morning as I was rousing from sleep I heard Jesse so tenderly reading Ephram his favorite book…and lots of giggles….

…as we returned home from Edmonton with a van overflowing with goodies, I began to unpack and put away groceries. Groceries which I was able to buy organically, and spent a little more money on than usual…

…a few days ago when Jesse asked Ephram to put away a book, he said “ok Dad” and promptly took the book back to his room to put away…

…when Jesse returned home from a gig, refreshed from utilizing his talents, and confident from the provision of doing so, I realized how safe I felt in his presence…

…and one time, for no reason whatsoever, Ephram threw his arms around me and planted a big slopper right square on my lips before running away to play some more…

…and my heart was so full it hurt. And I whispered: “God, I don’t take this for granted. Not for one minute…”

…more to come…

Jesse’s Solution to the Smoker Problem

“If we see you smoking,

we will assume you are on

fire, and will take

the necessary precautions.”

My garden hose is right next to their open window. :)

Love…

The people renting our basement suite have smoked in it from day one. It doesn’t matter that they signed a lease saying that they wouldn’t. It doesn’t matter that they looked me square in the eye and said they would never do that. It doesn’t matter that I brought them supper and helped them collect some baby things and gave them one of my vehicles. They still did it. And lied about it.

Finally, when I’d had enough, I served them with a notice that they had to leave in 14 days due to violating the lease agreement. Since then, they’ve stopped trying to hide it. And the amount has increased significantly. All the towels shoved into my cold air return doesn’t make a bit of difference, it seeps in through even the baseboards. It stinks. And its making me and Ephram sick. And they don’t care one bit. They’re clearly doing it to make a point, but really the only point they’re “making” is mine. When I knock on the door to talk to them about anything, they won’t even open the door, and I can hear them mocking me from the other side. And I find myself wondering how anyone can be so callous??

And the thing that sucks, is that there’s nothing I can do about it. When that smoky air wafts into my nose at random times, I want to come out of my skin it makes me so angry. And helpless. And knowing Ephram is breathing it all in absolutely breaks my heart. I hate this. I hate them. Mostly because I tried to reach out to them, and the whole time they were lying right to my face. They broke their agreement. They are polluting my house. They are infecting my child, and all of my possessions with their disgusting smell. And they are acting like I’m the one who did something wrong.

We talk so much about loving your neighbor, that I’m exhausted from the phrase. Love your neighbor. Got it. How do you love your enemies?

Mystery and Majesty

Recently while indulging my love for choral music, the following occurred to me:

The thing that’s so beautiful about harmony is that it takes more than one person to sing it. Two or more people have to sing in agreement to make harmony. When you make it a mass of people, the result is simply…majestic.

You wouldn’t expect two notes directly beside each other to sound beautiful when played at the same time, and yet the way a dissonant chord morphs into the chord following it makes my whole body freeze, as if I’m in the presence of the Lord. Dissonance is defined as “inharmonious.” Could it be that our deepest wounds make God’s glory even more beautiful? That seems like a contradiction, like a lie. And yet…

Jesus was fully God and fully human.

God always changes, and is always the same.

He is Alpha and Omega.

To live is Christ and to die is gain.

…the way these mysteries point to God makes me fall on my face before Him, in full joy and understanding, that I understand very little. It almost numbs me so that I can be in his presence without getting burned. So that the Refining Fire would burn the chaff…but not me.

God, what do You see when You see me?

“Everything Bread”

Here is a recipe for a bread that we’ve affectionately named “everything” bread at our house!  I modified a zucchini loaf recipe that we had, adding a significant amount of goods and decreasing the sugar.  It tastes really delicious and is so satisfying.  I usually make it for taking on road trips, or for lunch to the city, because its so heavy.  Anyway, enjoy!

4    eggs

1 c  oil

1 c brown sugar, packed

2 c whole grain flour

1 c colon-glue white flour (something has to hold this bread together)

1/2 c ground flax seeds

1 tsp salt

3 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

2 tsp cinnamon

2 tsp vanilla

1 zucchine,grated

2 carrots, grated

1 apple, peeled, cored and chopped

Add up to 2 1/2 cups of any combo of the following based on what you like:

chopped walnuts, chopped almonds, dried fruit (I use goji, craisins and apricot), coconut, sunflower seeds, chocolate chips).

***Cream together eggs and oil.  Mix dry ingredients in a separate bowl and add to cream mixture.  Add vanilla, zucchini, carrots, apple and nuts/etc.  Pour into 2 lightly greased bread pans.  Bake at 350F for 1 hour.  The bread is extremely crumbly, but delicious!

Tonight’s Discomfort

Comfort is the one thing you cannot get by looking for it. If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end: if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth - only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin with and, in the end, despair. C.S. Lewis

Lately I’ve chosen comfort over truth, comfortable numbness over an awareness of feeling. And I’m bored. Uninspired. Deaf.  And dumb. And then when I was confronted with a truth, I wasn’t sure what to do with that. The temptation is there to medicate myself with piety and unforgiveness.

Jesus, I pray that You would be the boundary between me and all others. That I would see with Your eyes, hear with Your ears, heal with Your spirit and love with Your heart. And I move forward in faith that You’ll continue to perfect this work in me…even if I don’t recognize the “proof” within myself.

He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8

In my constant quest to declutter…

…I must take a moment to thank my dear MIL for giving me this:

…which turned this:

…into this:

Thanks Mum Peters!

Here’s a delicious quote for you all:

Happy cooking everyone :)

Organic Living

So… in an effort to be less sad on this poor blog, and hopefully incite some sort of comment from some of you ;)  I will write about something exciting that’s been happening in my life…or at least I’ll try!

I was asked again today what “plan” I’m on in regards to my weight.  I never know how to answer that question.  The change in my life isn’t temporary, and I haven’t followed anyone’s plan.  Perhaps that’s why its been working…because its the real “me” cooking and eating…not someone else’s idea of what I should be.  I didn’t start “dieting”…actually quite the opposite.  I decided that I never wanted to diet again.  Instead, I wanted to be healthy.  In a decision to love myself, and be honest about who/what that actually is, I accepted my body for what it was…and began to work on health instead.  Once you start paying attention to what’s healthy, you start reading labels.  (I never buy something just because it says “organic” on the label.  “Organic” does not mean “healthy”)  Once you start reading labels you realize how much sugar, salt, etc. is actually in the foods you’re eating.  So I started making more and more things from scratch…so I could control what was in it.  Less salt, sugar, etc  and more vegetables.  I have fallen in love with my magic bullet, and fear that it is nearing the end of its life span already!  I puree vegetables and hide them in everything (mostly the ones that Jesse and Ephram don’t love to eat) and then also load my meals up with visible vegetables that I know they like.  I think that even if I like a certain vegetable, it doesn’t hurt to load every meal up to the max!  And then I began to think about a balanced diet.  How can I possibly incorporate all the vegetables, fruit, protein, etc. that I actually need in a week into my diet?  If you have a good long look at all the nutrients we need, it translates into a lot of food!  So, you have to make your food count!  I probably eat more than I used to, but I’m eating more of the things my body needs, which makes it function better and I have more energy.  As my good friend Alana got me out walking more and more, the eating continued on the healthy path.  This hasn’t even always been a conscious choice, I just ended up choosing foods that made me feel good instead of sick and tired…and began to crave healthy things.  My taste buds have been revolutionized!

So walking grew to be 10km at times, to keep the boys napping so we could keep visiting.  And months of that (in the dead of winter I might add!) turned into a triathlon.  Which has now turned into another one in July (yikes!).

Its hard to describe this new awareness about food without its context.  We all know the trend towards green living, blah blah blah.  But a wholistic awareness of the world around me set the stage for this change in my life.  Recycling, fair trade, reduced consumption, reduced waste, etc. are all things that are on my mind as I go through the day.  And the funny thing is, I’m not at all burdened by it!  Rather the opposite, I feel great, and I actually enjoy reading and learning about these things.  Along with this came a deep gratitude to God for everything He has provided, and not wanting to take it for granted.  My ability to live in the moment and fully live that moment has been dramatically increased by this.  Which you would almost think should be the opposite.

When I think about what the word organic actually means, I think “natural.”  And I keep coming back to this quote from Romans–The Message  “learn the unforced rhythms of grace.”  When I describe myself as living organically, I think of myself as “going with the flow” of what things naturally are.  And learning to love people as they naturally are.  Learning to know and love myself as I naturally am.  Learning to love God for who He naturally is (and not who I try to make Him).  There is a trend out there towards green “organic living” that is legalistic and burdened.  But not everyone who values organic living is doing it in that way.  This whole process has been more about discovering the beauty of God’s creation in the world around me, and in others, and in myself too!  And I love it.

Open Ended

I miss John.  Terribly.  Its been hard for me to admit that because he wasn’t a part of my everyday life, and yet the somehow my world seems lonelier without him in it.  I’ve struggled to get back to “normal” since returning home from his funeral.  Today I realized that this is normal now.  And I cannot wrap my mind around it…at all.  Somehow in his passing, the Holy Spirit has been unleashed in my life in a huge new way.  Perhaps I have a front row intercessor?  Perhaps the experience of this sorrow has grown me to receive it more?  Really, how could my life continue on unchanged from this point?

I wonder…if the best “closure” I can get on this is actually an open door…