Listening for His Voice

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Thus says the Lord:
“The people who survived the sword
found grace in the wilderness;
when Isreal sought for rest,
the Lord appeared to him from far away.
I have loved you with an everlasting love;
therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.
Again I will build you, and you shall be built,
O virgin Israel!”

(Jeremiah 31:2-4)

make the best of it

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Well, this week has been full of messed up plans and interruptions.  We had to nix our original plans for Halloween because of a sick little baby girl, and are opting instead to stay in tonight and do cozy things at home.  I have some crafty things planned for the kiddos should boredom set in. 🙂 We did, however force encourage them to get their costumes on and go trick-or-treating at their grandparents house a few minutes away where gluten-free treats were sure to abound.  Batman felt rather unhappy about it at first, but brightened at the prospect of candy.  The dark knight descended upon their house with his usual charm, as did Elsa, who, unlike her screen personality, is always in a good mood.  The ladybug stayed home with her snotty nose and her pumpkins, and snuggled with momma.  Thanks to the man of the house for snapping most of the pictures above!

Happy Halloween, everyone!

What I learned in October

I’m linking up this month with Emily Freeman to share what I’ve learned in the past 30-ish days, whether silly or profound.  I love this link up because a) I love Emily and b) I firmly believe we all should be lifelong learners.  It’s time to start paying closer attention to what we are learning as we go, and so here’s a few things I learned in October:

 1.  Making your own Almond Milk is actually super easy (and makes you feel really cool.)

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With my sweet 4-year-old daughter’s recent Celiacs diagnosis, our relatively healthy eating habits have had to improve and change pretty drastically.  Although we haven’t gone completely dairy-free, we are trying to drink less dairy in general and I’m cooking/baking more with nut milks to hopefully aid in Phoebe’s gut health + healing (dairy is known to cause gut inflammation).  I’ve been using a few different grain-free/gluten-free cookbooks to help us make diet changes, and all of them have homemade nut milk recipes, which I finally gave a try.  You guys, it seems so intimidating but honestly it’s so easy!

All you need is a blender of any sort and a cheesecloth (or you can buy a nut milk bag for under $10 or less.  I use this one). Soak one cup of raw almonds or cashews in a bowl of water overnight (almonds 8-12 hrs, cashews 4 hrs.) In the morning drain + rinse the nuts thoroughly (soaking help the nuts to release phytic acid which makes them much more digestible for sensitive tummies), then put them in your blender with 4 c. of water (or coconut water for a twist!) and blend for about a minute. Strain through cheesecloth or milk bag into container and drink. So easy, no additives and tastes a hundred times better than store bought. If you want a sweeter milk or vanilla flavored, add 2-3 pitted medjool dates, 1/4 tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp vanilla before you blend. Seriously tastes like dessert. Lasts for about a week in your fridge. Next best part is that you can take the nutty pulp that you strained out of the water, spread it out on a parchment lined baking sheet and dehydrate it in the oven on like 200 degrees for 4 hrs or so and have essentially almond flour, or toss the dried clusters into your granola.  So fun!  

(Also, because someone asked when I posted this pic to instagram, I bought the vintage glass milk bottle here.)

2.  The blower is my favorite tool.

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Is it considered a tool?  I don’t know.  I guess it was probably in my genes to love the Blower because I have countless pictures of my mom with a blower in hand during our growing up years.  It’s so easy to use, and when I’ve finished, I sort of feel like I vacuumed the driveway.  No leaves on the pavement is the equivalent of those clean vacuum lines on the carpet.  Yes.  And, it takes me like 10 minutes.

3.  I learned how to knit!

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I’ve probably attempted learning a couple of times, but this month an old friend of mine from high school days came over + spent the morning with me working on it and I’ve been practicing and I think it’s clicked!  I started to get in the swing of it and find myself wanting to take it with me everywhere and get a few more rows in!  I’m working on a hat for Philippa with a pretty easy beginner pattern that my friend Jennifer recommended.  I’ve had to learn to fix dropped stitches and unknitting when I was doing the wrong stitch, and it’s super satisfying to figure it out and see progress!  I’m loving it!  Teach me all the knitting things!  Next up will be learning cables + knitting in the round, hopefully!

4.  Taking high doses of Vitamin B1 may repel mosquitoes.  

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As a person who is well-loved by any mosquito within range, this is huge news.  I know summer is over, folks, but tuck this piece of ifo in your pocket for next year!  I love being outside but can’t stand being covered in bites, and I’m not a huge fan of using bug spray.  So next year, I am for sure trying this!  Taking extra Vitamin B1 essentially causes your body to secrete it through your skin, which causes an odor that mosquitoes don’t like.  Eating more garlic can also help.

5.  There really is a safe place to ask the question: Am I Beautiful?

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I learned that all the old painful wounds from the past really can be ripe ground for sowing lessons in our kids’ hearts.  God wastes nothing, and if we will allow Him, He can pull up an old hurt any old time and tend to it.  He may even gently show us that He entrusted to us a number of experiences in our past that taught us something, whether for good or ill, that we can redeem, in part, by passing on the lesson.  I shared this month about one time in my early teens when I tried out for a modeling agency and I wrote a letter for my daughter about it here.  If you’ve ever struggled with the question of beauty, or ever been told you don’t make the cut, I hope these words might encourage you, too.

6.  Placing a teal pumpkin on your porch alerts trick-or-treaters that you are giving away allergen-free treats!

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Disclaimer: we are not huge Halloween fans.  But we really aren’t horribly against it either.  For us, it’s fun to let the kids dress up and to take them out and meet some of our neighbors who otherwise would never open their doors to us.  However, with Phoebe’s recent diagnosis, trick-or-treating is basically no longer an option.  Right now, in the early phases of her diagnosis, every new thing she realizes she can no longer do is like another wound.  That’s why hearing this on the news made me really happy!  With allergies as rampant as they are today, this makes a lot of sense.  And it can go a long way in making someone feel included who normally can’t participate.  Even if you don’t have kids with allergies or food sensitivities, what an awesome way to bless those who do!  Paint a pumpkin teal + set it on your porch + make a kid’s day!

7.  Jewel dated Sean Penn before she was famous.

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Now, I am probably the last person to ever know any “pop” trivia.  I really am clueless.  But reading Jewel’s recently published memoir this month, I was surprised to learn she dated Sean Penn in her early days before she was “discovered.”  I was a huge Jewel fan in my middle school/high school days, I read everything she wrote + yet I actually learned a ton about her in reading this book.  I shared a little more about that here.

What about you?  What lessons, big or small, have you learned this past month?

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leaf peeping

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October is North Carolina’s best month. I grew up in these hills, and though I spent some of my favorite years in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, I always missed this the most about NC.  There is nothing like fall time here!  So, just in case you live somewhere where the leaves don’t turn, I thought I’d share it with you!

The last two Sundays we’ve been out trying to see and enjoy all the color this time of year offers us in the mountains here.  So we wandered up on the parkway one bitterly cold Sunday, along with all the other slow-driving “leaf peepers,” and ate a quick lunch in the car, hunting for color and playing with long icicles.  And we meandered about our own neighborhood the next Sunday afternoon, rooting ourselves in our own soil, seeing all the shades of yellow, green, brown, and red. Someone is finally getting into riding the strider bike and will possibly be getting his own for his birthday.

Fall, we don’t want you to end!  Stay, with all your color and warm light, your crinkling breezes and cool evenings.

Yarn Along

You guys!  I feel so cool right now. 🙂  This is my first time being able to join in with Ginny Sheller’s weekly Yarn Along!  Ginny is a homeschooling, homesteading momma of seven, and a big-time reader + knitter.  Basically, I have fallen in love with knitting via her blog and have been itching to learn.  I’ve had a couple of attempts, but it finally clicked when I spent some time with a friend recently who taught me.

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I’ve been working on this free pattern, making a little hat for Philippa and basically working on just my stockinette stitch.  I think I’m about done + ready to bind off.  Will post a picture of the finished product soon.  And I’m officially addicted!  Brandon thinks I’ve finally reached old lady status, but I really can see why people love to knit.  So, if you have any free favorite knitting patterns for beginners that you’ve loved, please let me know in the comment section below!

Also, I’ve been reading this new release, Never Broken: Songs are Only Half the Story, by Jewel.  Her music really spoke to me when I was younger, and I read all her poetry and was encouraged in my own poetry and song writing at the time.  It’s been interesting reading more of her background and story, and at times it’s been hard and depressing.  She experienced a way more difficult childhood than I had known or imagined, abused + neglected by her parents and basically left to fend by herself in the harsh Alaskan wilds.  I have been saddened to see what she had to overcome, and yet surprised at how well she endured it, and how graciously and intelligently she writes her story.  Also, sometimes we think people who have “made it” so successfully in their field, in her case selling millions of albums, have arrived there by chance, probably one day being “discovered” and everything going on smoothly from there.  Reading her book reminds me that it is a ton of work, constant “trying again,” often overcoming difficult criticism and misunderstanding to continue to offer your art to the world.  I’m not quite done with it, just the last few chapters left now.  I’ve enjoyed it but I’m ready to move on to some other books I’ve put on hold!

Where to go with your Question

“You see, every little girl–and every little boy–is asking one fundamental question.  But they are different questions, depending on whether you are a little boy or a little girl…Little girls want to know, Am I lovely?  The twirling skirts, the dress up, the longing to be pretty and to be seen–that is what that’s all about.  We are seeking an answer to our Question.”
(Stasi Eldredge, Captivating)

You are beautiful, my girl.  Beautiful.  You take my breath away.

I watch you dance in the sun, twirling in the twirliest dress you can find, usually with a few tutus layered underneath to make it more poofy.  I delight in you, my girl.  I delight in the fact that right now, you are unashamed in your asking of the question: am I beautiful?  Do you delight in me?

And, oh, yes I do.  You are stunningly beautiful in my eyes, but you are a world of other things too. You are the kindest and most sweet-hearted girl I have ever met.  You literally bubble over with love, always so happy to see others, taking time to talk with each person you see.  You love people, love to play with others, love to make others feel welcome.  You can’t stand to see someone cry without running to hug and comfort them.  You are incredibly creative and imaginative.  You are so strong physically, especially for being so much smaller than other girls your age.  You love to read more than any other person I know, and I treasure each time you ask me to sit and read with you.  (I hope this never changes!)  You forgive easily.  You tell the truth.  You love to help.

All these things are surely part of the reason I look at you and see such beauty, because we are not just our physical bodies, and we are not just our souls.  For some reason, in His wisdom God saw fit to enclose our beautiful souls in a physical form.  We don’t get to choose so many things about ourselves, physically, spiritually, emotionally.  We only get to choose whether we will accept who God has made us to be, or deny it and suppress it and fight it.

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My dear sweet girl, today I wanted to tell you a little story.  A story from my growing up years, the painful, hard and awkward years transitioning from being a little girl to a woman.  I think I was in middle school at the time, 8th or 9th grade.  My older sister was everything to me.  Four years older than me, she was so cool, beautiful, creative, everything I wanted to be.  I always compared myself to her.  What was more difficult was when others compared me to her.  She was more outgoing, funny, likeable.  I was quieter, shy, never knew what to say when put on the spot.  I hated the spotlight (still do).  Often I craved the attention she recieved, or the love really, because that’s how I translated it.  She was so beautiful and I felt so plain.  Ordinary.

I was in 8th or 9th grade.  My older sister had heard some big modeling agency was holding a model search in our town, and she wanted to go try out.  I don’t remember all the details, but I remember that my mom was going to take her, and I went to tag along.  I don’t remember if I wanted to go or if mom just suggested I come along.  I wasn’t planning on trying out, of course.  You see, I already believed deep down that I was plain.  In my eyes, my sister was beautiful, but next to her I was just plain, ordinary, common.  There wasn’t even a thought in my heart to ever try out for a modeling career.  But then we were there, and my mom was like, “why don’t you go, too?”  Who knows what her reasoning was, but I know she was only doing what she could to be the best mom she knew to be.  Hope dies slowly in the human heart, and for some reason, even after we’ve convinced ourselves we don’t care about that thing anymore, something comes along that wakes our desire up again…

(The rest of this post is over on my new friend Lauren‘s blog today!  Hop over there to read the rest of it.)

 

a home weekend

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This weekend we had our first frost, and some of our coldest temps yet.  It was a “home” weekend for us, getting some projects taken care of here, like finally turning our empty raised garden bed into something useful for the kids: a sandbox.  (Unfortunately at this house we have no full sun in the yard and thus didn’t attempt a little garden plot this past summer.)  The little ones have really been into making mud pies lately, and we realized we don’t have a ton of things for them to do outside in the yard.  Part of me wants to say I believe that gives them more “scope for the imagination” (as Anne Shirley would say), but part of me knows that is just laziness/cheapness on our part.  We do want to encourage them to play outside and be creative and interact with the natural world as much as possible, so a sandbox/mud pie kitchen is a great option.  Maybe it wasn’t the best weekend to make a fun play area outside, being frigid and all, but the kids loved it!  First they went to Lowes with daddy + helped pick out the sand, then they helped unload it and spread it in the “sandbox.”  Meanwhile it was cold enough to warrant a big pot of chili + some time spent knitting (I’m just learning!) and some hot tea.  Sand can now be found in all sorts of cracks + crannies, but I guess it’s worth it. 🙂

away together

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So, we spent the very last week of September as a family at one of our favorite getaway spots: Isle of Palms, SC.  This place was where Brandon and I honeymooned over nine years ago, and we come back to it whenever we can because there’s something about the power of place.  Do you know what I mean?  There’s something about certain places that help us remember who we are, what we love, why we are alive.  There are certain places that call us back to ourselves when we’ve lost our way, that call us back to the Lord when we’ve trailed off.  You see this all over the pages of Scripture, the importance of the Promised Land as the place connected with the Israelites identity as a people.  You see it in the way God had the Israelites set up monuments and stones of remembrance as they traveled through the wilderness so that when they visited these places, it would trigger for them memories and milestones in their walk with God.

What are your places?  Places that for others are ordinary, but for you are profound, like balm for your soul amnesia?  I think for our marriage, Isle of Palms will always be a simple but powerful place for us.  It’s nothing special, really.  It’s quiet, home to only a couple of hotels, boasting a tiny strip of shops and restaurants, and a destination spot for more surfers and paddle boarders than big loud vacationers.  Which is precisely why we love it.  It has a quieter and simpler and smaller feel, and we’d rather see bare coast line and wildlife than a cluster of resorts or attractions any day. Plus its only a four hour drive from our home in the mountains of North Carolina.

This time was special because it was our first chunk of time off together as a family in two years (and Brandon’s first week off in two years, except for the week he took when Philippa was born, which you all know is no vacation).  Also, it was Philippa’s first introduction to the ocean!  She absolutely loved it, crawling straight into the waves, fearless.

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We also got to spend a couple of days with family, some time biking over to Sullivan’s Island and back, watching sunrises and sunsets, reading + painting alone on the beach, fishing, visiting our usual spots in Charleston, watching dolphins, running through the rain to Ted’s Butcherblock for lunch, staying up late to see the Super Blood Moon + capturing it (though fuzzy) on camera, experiencing the highest tides of the year on the island combined with the heavy rains from Hurricane Joaquin.  We stayed in a little yellow house and had to leave a day or so early because of the heavy rains + flooding.  We realized on this trip that it’s really not easy to go the beach with three children ages 4 and under and have the kind of relaxing vacation we were imagining.  The sooner we adjusted our expectations and communicated really clearly with each other what we needed to have happen to feel rested + refreshed, we enjoyed our time more.  The reality is, this season is busy and a ton of work, no matter where you are (maybe even more work when you’re not at home).  But it is still good and important for us to get away to a place that reminds us of the early days when we were brand new and so in love.  Somehow it always makes us fall in love all over again.  It’s a fight sometimes to really r e s t, but such a thing worth fighting for.

So now, I feel I can officially say goodbye to summer + hello to the glory of fall in these beautiful mountains we call home!  Yay!

Quiet

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Hey faithful readers!

This little blog has been and will be a bit quiet this week due to some unexpected computer problems (always the best, right?!).  I’ll be posting beach pics and a contribution to a friend’s blog as soon as we get our desktop back from the apple shop!  As always, thanks so much for reading along here + for your patience!  Happy weekending!

Anne of Green Gables, My Daughter & Me

Fall is upon us here in the North Carolina mountains, and few things feel more appropriate than watching the Anne of Green Gables series all over again.  I love to slowly work my way through them, doing a little needlework as I go (insert old lady emoji here).

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Anne has always felt like a kindred spirit.  That’s why when I saw Lorilee Craker‘s memoir recently, I knew it was a must-read for me.  This sweet and happy book looks at what it means to be an orphan and what it means to be found, and maybe no one is as fit to tell us about that as Lorilee Craker.  An accomplished writer, a lover of the Anne of Green Gables stories, an adopted orphan herself, and an adopter of a little ray of light, Phoebe, from Korea.  (Yes, of course I had to read this, being that my oldest daughter is also named Phoebe!)

Using the story of Anne Shirley, Craker weaves in and out her own experiences growing up in an adoptive family, experiencing the beauty and tender ties of love in that home, growing older and seeking to meet her biological parents, finding unexpected glory and heart break there.  She also connects these with her own story of adopting her daughter, Phoebe, from Korea.  She connects the threads of these three orphan stories with humor, vulnerability and transparency.  Reading this book definitely woke me to things I take for granted, such as knowing my family history and roots.  Having a sister-in-law who is adopted and hearing her occasionally speak about her uncertain family roots, I realized how easily I brush these comments off without registering how huge this can be, especially as one becomes a mother.  How often you must look at your child’s face and find unfamiliar features, trying to find connections everywhere to your past enshrouded in a quiet fog.  Craker examines all the nuances of the word “orphan,” both positive and negative.  It gave me a new tenderness toward those who can call themselves orphans, those who know intimately what it feels like to be rejected, left behind, bereft.  It also warmed my heart to the beauty of what it means to be adopted, to be taken in and called blood by those are not your blood.  I don’t know what it’s like to be an orphan, but I do know what it’s like to be adopted.  The Scriptures tell us that those of who are in Christ (“Christians”) have been adopted into the family of God (Eph. 1:5).

In Craker’s book, you find yourself at one moment on the red roads of Prince Edward Island, another moment in the bustling bright streets of Korea, the misty shores of British Colombia (where she meets her birth mother) and the quaint walls of a Mennonite home in Winnipeg, Manitoba.  Whimsical at times, haunting and heartbreaking at others, this is a beautiful story that traces the love between mother and daughter, a love that transcends blood and family lines, a love that ultimately finds its source and its home in Jesus.  I recommend it to you as a lovely fall read.

Thanks to Tyndale Publishers for a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.  All opinions are my own.