Failing Spectacularly... Whole chickens and yoga...

Failure.  I don't know about you, but I hate that word.  And I have spent an extraordinary amount of time in my life trying to avoid having that word attached to me or anything I do.  And in spite of my avoidance tactics, I have and do fail often, and sometimes spectacularly.

Like the time I tried to cut up a whole chicken....Here's the backstory... Jeff and I were newly married and extremely broke.  Like, after bills, we had very little money left for food and gas broke.  And while shopping for food, Jeff pointed out to me that it was cheaper to buy the whole chicken rather than a cut up one.  Granted, it was like only maybe 50 cents cheaper, but did I mention we were broke, and Jeff was in college, and I was working at a daycare, and we had no money. I mean broke.... and our apartment was all electric heat--with big windows--during the coldest winter on record in Colorado--broke--like in our heating bill was bigger than our rent payment-- broke.  Seriously, we wore layers and coats inside our apartment all winter long.  People would come over and try to hand me their coats, and I was all like, ummmm... you might want to keep that on.

Anyway, back to the chicken story.  I argued with Jeff over that chicken.  I had never, ever, in my life cut up a whole chicken.  But Jeff finally convinced me that it was easy-- any idiot could cut up a chicken, and we could buy something sweet to eat with that extra 50 cents.... and so we came home with a whole chicken, a lot of Top Ramen Noodles, and a 50 cent box of brownie mix.  The next evening I pulled out that chicken along with my new Betty Crocker cookbook that we had received as a wedding present, determined to roast and cut up said chicken.  Thank God the cookbook told me to remove the "innards" from the chicken, that could have been interesting.  So, I put all the ingredients together, and slapped that bad boy into the oven.  The whole place smelled so good.  But then the time came to remove said chicken and cut it up.  That's when I discovered that apparently, this idiot couldn't cut up a chicken.  Not for lack of trying, or cut and bruised fingers.  Jeff arrived home to a few pieces of mangled chicken, and a wife whose hands were covered in bandaids.  He looked at me, and then at that poor chicken sitting on a plate on an elegantly dressed table (as elegant as we got back then which meant a tablecloth, wedding china and candles) and said, "What on earth did you do to that chicken?"  At which point I gave him the stare of death, and promptly marched into the bedroom and slammed the door to have a good cry. My carefully planned dinner turned into an astounding, and somewhat costly, failure.

Or how about the time I decided to take up yoga on the advice of my doctor after having fallen down some stairs and injuring my back.  I was practically giddy with the idea of learning a new skill, and getting healthy, and just overall looking like all of those fantastic famous women who "practiced" yoga to stay fit and healthy.  And, if I could help strengthen the muscles in my back at the same time? Win, win!  Ha!   How hard can this be, it's just stretching and balance, right?  I mean, it was almost like cheating-- getting a workout with little effort.  Plus, I got to go out and buy some cute "yoga" clothing and a pretty colored mat.  Cool!  And then, I actually tried yoga.  The first pose, Child's pose, didn't look so bad.  Except that I noticed as I looked at the yoga instructor that she could like fold up in this tight little ball, and she could really bend at her waist, and oh wow, her arms actually can touch the floor in that position?  Ok, well, I was close...it's all good.  And then we moved to the next pose which involved what I now recognize is a type of a plank, but it had a really pretty name.  I moved into that position no problem.  But then we stayed there.  For like a REAAALLLY LOOONNNNGGG time.  And my arms began to shake....Houston, we might have a problem.  Then the instructor began to talk about breathing...  Deep breath in.... Deep breath out.... Except I was more like panting.  Ok, so I need to work on my breathing....We finally moved on to Downward Facing Dog. I think I might have actually snorted out loud laughing when I heard the instructor name the position. Whatever.  This position felt really good on my back.  Ok, yoga is redeeming itself again.  Until the instructor said this phrase, "Now slowly relax your legs and ankles to where your feet are flat on the floor."  Ok, how do you even relax anything in this position?  And my arms are doing that shaking thing again.  Then we did the impossible thing of lifting one leg into the air, and breathing, and relaxing....I was so grateful when we made it upright into warriors pose that I could have cried.  I was feeling like I could rock warriors pose like a freaking yoga warrior princess.   That is until we added movement to the pose.  We had to lift our arms up, then move them to the sides outstretched, and then twist at the waist, remembering to breathe,  and then we got to put one hand down on the ground and look up with soft eyes...   What the what?  Soft eyes?  My whole body was shaking, I couldn't control my breathing, and I was supposed to relax and look up.  Right..... I'm not sure what expression I had on my face at this point, but I'm reasonably sure that my eyes were not "soft."

Oh my, I'm laughing so hard at myself right now and my confident journeys into failure.  And I know that these are some funny, and relatively harmless examples.  I know that sometimes failure has bigger consequences than just sore muscles or cut up fingers.  But I have also learned that at some point in our lives we are going to fail.  And, if  failure is going to happen, I want to make sure that I do so spectacularly and that I walk away from that failure with some form of new knowledge on how to do better next time.  I do not wish to avoid risks because I am afraid to fail.  You see, I need to quit letting the fear of failure rule me.  When I refuse to try something new because of fear of failure, I miss out on learning new things.  I miss out on some the the greatest joys and laughter.  I do not want the fear of failure to keep me from living a full life.  And it is important for me to not judge myself solely on my failures, I'm made up of so much more than that.  And so are you!  You are a compilation of both failures and successes.

I'm reading a book by one of my new heroes, Bob Goff, entitled "Love Does."  It's all about doing what God has called us to do, which is to love greatly.  And loving greatly requires being willing to take some risk.  Being willing to fail.  But I would rather fail while loving greatly than to play it safe and be stingy with love.  I find that it's a little bit like yoga, in that loving greatly requires me to stretch myself by being in positions that are a little uncomfortable, positions where I am barely maintaining my balance and gasping for breath.  And sometimes, like when I tried to cut up that chicken, loving greatly leaves its mark on me in the form of some small cuts that I have to bandage and heal.

Back to the chicken and the yoga.  Jeff and I have come to a marriage saving agreement regarding chicken.  I buy it whole or cut up, depending on what I am in the mood to cook.  However, if I buy it whole, it is his duty to cut that sucker up.  I'm not, nor will I ever be, good at cutting up a chicken.  I just wasn't born with that gift.  And as far as yoga goes, I'm still doing it.  I'm not saying I do it well, but I'm still learning.  I've gained a little more strength and breath control.  The soft eyes thing... not so much.  One of these days I'm going to be brave enough to practice my yoga in front of a great big mirror so I can laugh at myself...

Go out this week and love greatly!  Go out and if you fail, do so spectacularly!  Then learn from it and go out again.  And, if you are cooped up inside with nothing to do, pick up the book "Love Does."  I think it will stretch you and challenge you, in all the right ways.

I'll leave you with a few photos of the leaning tower of Pisa.  What an example of spectacular failure. This crazy tower, that is not straight, that is leaning, would be viewed by many as an  architectural failure.  And yet, because of its failure, it is now one of the most visited sights in the world.  Go figure.

Vision Casting.... Picturing How Great the World Could Be...

"What if instead of telling people how bad the world is, we start telling them how great the world could be."  Bianca Olthoff

Last week I started part of this conversation talking about the importance of well placed words.  I'm continuing this week with the thought of the power of well chosen words or Vision casting.  Did you know that sometimes your words are a type of vision casting?  By vision casting I mean using words to forecast or predict or influence a future outcome.

Think about that.  Here's an example of what I'm trying to get across:

Vision cast #1- This Godless world is in a free falling, downward spiral of sin, greediness, selfishness, hate, war, and depravity.

Vision cast #2 - The love of God can turn this sinful, desperate, despairing world into a joyous, caring, loving, and peaceful place.

The difference between these two statements is small, and yet BIG.  And what is the difference?  I believe the difference is hope.  Both statements acknowledge the faults and failings in this world, but only one statement offers hope and a solution.

"God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was.  He came to help, to put the world right again."  John 3:17  the message

Somewhere along the line we as Christians got horribly lost.  We tend to memorize John 3:16 and forget about the next verse.  We're so busy pointing an accusing finger, that we loose sight that the message of Jesus isn't about condemnation, but about hope.  You see, the Pharisees already had the condemnation part covered.  The part that was missing was the solution, the hope.  And sometimes, I must say that the church (and I am including myself in this "church"), casts the wrong vision.  Instead of casting a vision of hope, we cast a vision of hopelessness.  We put too much emphasis on the problem and not enough emphasis on the solution.  When we concentrate solely on the problem instead of the solution we are in effect refusing to acknowledge the power of God to step in and change the situation.  And that sounds like some dangerous ground to tread upon.

It is dangerous because we are not fulfilling our mission, what God has directly ordered us to do.  We are called to "share the good news," and to be "salt and light" to this world.  We are called to deliver the solution, not add to the problem.  It is important that we share the hope and solution with all we come into contact with, but I believe it is most important to cast this vision for our young people.  They have grown up in the "information age."  News from around the world is immediately available in real time.  And lets be real, most of the information available is not the uplifting, encouraging kind. Our news broadcasts are not filled with stories of hope.  It's overwhelming to me as an adult to be surrounded by all this information, I can't even imagine being surrounded and inundated with it as a young person.  No wonder they often seek solace in "fantasy" through games, or youtube, or other forms of electronic media.  The vision being cast for them by the adults in the world is grim.  They face worries of a polluted, more violent, less loving planet.  I would want to hide too.  And honestly, I sometimes do,  it's called Pinterest, and I am admittedly addicted.

The troubles of this world are not going to disappear anytime soon.  My challenge isn't to hide those problems, or to pretend that they don't exist. My challenge is to change the vision I am casting with my words.  My prayer is that my words cast a vision of hope, not despair.  That I speak louder, and more often about the solution,  than I do the problems.  That I model for those around me the hope of God instead of the the despair of the world.  To be a walking, talking, breathing example of what the love of a savior can do to lighten the dark places.

What vision are you casting?

I'll leave you with a few photos that remind me of how amazing God is.  And if you find yourself without a vision of hope today, I encourage you to begin seeking the hope that is already freely offered to you through Jesus.

Well Placed Words.....

I have been thinking about the impact of words, particularly the impact of well placed words.  Whether we want to believe it or not, words have power.  I have been listening to what my sons friends talk about, -- their concerns, their thoughts, their feelings, etc....  And they, as a whole, are greatly affected, positively and negatively,  by the words they hear.

This is not new knowledge.  We have known that what is said can have an impact on someone else's life.  And  we as a nation have had many countless debates about what we should be saying to our young people, and to others around us.  And of course, because we are human, and because we all have a deep need to be "right," we debate endlessly on how this should be done, what should be said.  There is one theory that says we shouldn't "build them up too much"  with our words.  Then there is the theory that you can't "build them up enough" with positive words.  One is too lenient, one is too harsh.  And somewhere in between is what I believe most of us strive for.

Young people are naturally going to follow the examples of those who are older (whether they admit it or not), those who have influence on them.  Just simply telling them how they should use their words doesn't cut it.  We must be an example.  And as an example, we, as adults, often fail at the art of using well placed words.  Look at those in politics-- they do not have conversations across party lines with the intent on achieving understanding and progress.  Instead, they spend their whole time figuring out how to discredit each other.  Newscasts are full of grim predictions.  Media reports regularly tout the problems of our young people-- they are lazy, disconnected, spoiled, etc...  And I will admit, that even I, as a parent, have lamented about some of the "problems" of our young people.  The words out there are many, especially in this new, very connected world,  but I ask you, are our words well placed? Or are they just adding more noise?

"Warn them before God against pious nitpicking, which chips away at the faith.  It just wears everyone out.  Concentrate on doing your best for God, work you won't be ashamed of, laying out the truth plain and simple.  Stay clear of pious talk that is only talk.  Words are not mere words, you know.  If they are not backed by a Godly life, they accumulate as poison in the soul."
                                                                                     2 Timothy 2:14-17 the message

"Refuse to get involved in inane discussions;  they always end up in fights.  God's servant must not be argumentative, but a gentle listener and a teacher who keeps cool, working firmly but patiently with those who refuse to obey."     2 Timothy 2:23-25  the message

When pondering the power of well placed words I immediately thought of  Gideon in the Bible.  In Judges 6:12 it states that:

"When the angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon, he said, "The Lord is with you mighty man of valor."

Wow!  What a great thing to have spoken to you by an angel of the Lord.  The word Valor means "Great courage in the face of danger, especially in battle."  And I find these words interesting. They are interesting because of the circumstance in which the angel found Gideon.  You see, at this time the Israelites were being overrun by the people of Midian and Amalek.  The Midian and the Amalek were constantly invading and stealing everything, including food, from the Israelites.  The people of Israel were so afraid that they were hiding out in caves. And Gideon was found by the angel hiding in a winepress, fearfully threshing wheat.  And this was the circumstance that the angel walked into and pronounced Gideon as a mighty man of valor.  Isn't that just like God to see the vision of who you are going to be, rather than the current state of who you are?

But I want you to note that these words, declared by an angel of God no less, didn't immediately change Gideon's perception of himself.  I mean, my first thought is that if God's angel said these words to me, I would immediately rise up and believe them to be true.  But of course, words don't work that way, no matter who says them.  You see, while that one statement was powerful, and powerfully delivered, Gideon had other words running through his mind that had been placed there long before the angel showed up.  And these words had power as well.  The Bible doesn't go into detail about Gideon's life before this event, but I think Gideon's response shows us a brief glimpse into what he had heard all his life from others.

"But Lord, Gideon asked, how can I save Israel?  My clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my family."  Judges 6:15

Three times the Lord tells Gideon that he is brave, that he has strength, and that he will be victorious because he is being sent by God.  And yet, because of the words placed in Gideon from others, he couldn't believe the words God was saying about him.

The story goes on, and Gideon eventually does become the mighty man of valor that God has called him to be.  But, Gideon continues to struggle with uncertainty, with insecurity, with doubt in himself and in God.  That's the power words have on a person.  Words have the power to make a person even doubt what God says about them.

And so, my prayer is that God will help me speak well placed words.  Words that bring life, wisdom, peace, healing, and goodness to those around me.  I pray that most of all, the words I place into the life of my son are words that help him see the vision of the man that God wants him to become.  The man that God can help him to become.  I am already seeing glimpses of the man my son can be, and I am amazed.

My challenge to you is to look for opportunities  to speak well placed words.  Not for opportunities to win an argument, not for opportunities to tear others down, but instead for opportunities to share with them God's vision of love and who they can become in Christ.  Lets not add to the "noise."  Instead, let's make an impact with words well placed.

I'll leave you with a couple of photo's of my son.  He recently attended his H.S. Winter Formal.  As I was taking photo's of him all dressed up in his suit, I kept seeing an overlay of the man he is becoming shining through his teenaged face.  And all I could think was -  wow!  Keagan - God has great things in store for you!  Go out and be a mighty man of valor in your life.  Catch the vision of what God wants for you and what He has in store for you!

Be Brave....

 "The new year means nothing if you're still in love with your comfort zone."

"Nothing changes if nothing changes."  Eric Thomas

About 3 or 4 years ago, I made a decision to begin to say yes more to things that scare me, things that make me a little uncomfortable, things that may make me change or learn something new.  I did it as a type of New Years resolution.  This one year resolution has now turned into a life habit-- one that has enhanced my life greatly, in many ways.  And don't get me wrong, I still weigh the pro's and cons, but I take a good look at the "why" part of my reluctance.  Am I reluctant to try this new thing because of a risk?  Is it a real risk, or just an excuse because I am scared to try, or I'm feeling insecure, or it may mean that I have to change (even if that change is for the better).

"I literally have to remind myself all the time, that being afraid of things going wrong isn't the way to make things go right."

"You don't have to have it all figured out to move forward."

"Normality is a paved road:  It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it."  Van Gogh

"You will not experience all life has to offer you or begin to experience life at it's fullest as long as you are satisfied with mediocrity."  Eric Thomas

"Don't live the same year 75 times and call it a life."  Robin Sharma

This willingness to stand at the edge of the cliff and at least peak over the edge to see what lies beyond has brought a richness to my life that I greatly value.  Because I have been willing to force myself to step out of my comfort zone, I have discovered new passions.  I have traveled to places and experienced things that have added knowledge, understanding, and joy to my life.  I have formed rich and deep friendships with people who challenge me in good ways.  I have found more compassion.  I have found miracles that I might have previously overlooked.  I have found deep faith.  I have expanded my life more than I thought was possible.  There is a fulness to a life that pushes past my comfort zone.

"If it doesn't challenge you, it doesn't change you."

And yet, even knowing all of this, I still find myself reluctant to say yes.  Hesitant to say yes to challenge, to change, to growth.  And the root of all this is fear.  Fear of what lies beyond the edge.  Fear of what this change might mean for me.  Fear of looking too deeply into myself.  Fear of what others may think or feel.  Fear of what may happen.  But I am learning to practice using my "brave muscle."  With each new yes, that muscle grows stronger.  And I am finding that what I fear most is missing out on great opportunity because I am simply afraid of trying something new.

"Never be afraid to try something new, because life gets boring when you stay within the limits of what you already know."

And the more I flex that "brave muscle" the more discontent I grow with living an average life.  I hope that I learn something new every day until the day I die.  I want to live a full life.  I want to fill my life with new experiences.  I want to continue to shift and change into the full potential of what God created me for (or as close as I can get to that potential while still on earth).  And I want my son to learn this lesson at a younger age than I did.  I want to teach him how to live life bravely, fully, and with anticipation of doing what God wants him to do.  And I want to teach him to not fear what God has in store for him.  Instead, to embrace it and lean into it, knowing that there is something there for him.  Something that will make his life richer in ways he doesn't fully comprehend yet.

So today, I want to encourage you to live life bravely.  To not be content with average.  To push your boundaries.  To face challenge and change with the knowledge that you do not face it alone.  Pray for wisdom to make good decisions.  Say yes to what God is offering to you, even if it is scary.  Even if it feels like you are being stretched beyond what is comfortable.  I want you to be brave!

"Have I not commanded you?  Be strong and courageous.  Do not be terrified;  do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."  Joshua 1:9

"Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you;  he will never leave you."  Deuteronomy 31:6

I'll leave you with a few photos of the ocean.  The ocean is an interesting thing.  It inspires many different feelings in people.  Some people fear it.  Some people fear what it contains, what lives in it.  And some people, dip their toes in it to experience it in a perceived "safe" way.  And that may be fine for some.  But to me, the best part of the ocean is what lies beneath the surface.  And there's only one way to experience that-- you have to fully immerse yourself in it.  Only then, by taking the risk, can you see all the beauty and wonder it contains.

365 New Days, 365 New Chances

I was clueless in 2014 about what my goal was or should be for the year.  And I can say that I am really glad to be done with 2014, for in a lot of ways and various reasons, it was a really challenging year.  In others, it was a fantastic year.  I'll take the good with the bad, and hopefully I learned something.  To be honest, I wasn't really seeking out a new "theme" for 2015.  I was just busy limping toward the finish line of 2014, with hope that 2015 would be calmer.  It's not that 2014 was bad, but you know how some years are just harder than others?  2014 was one of those.

And then one morning while praying, God brought to mind the following verse:

"See, I am doing a new thing!  Now it springs up;  do you not perceive it?  I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland."  Isaiah 43:19

Hmmm.  Interesting.  And I felt that somehow, this verse was an important clue as to what God has in store for 2015.

But, God being God, and knowing me and all my humanness, was apparently not satisfied with my response.  Low and behold, the sermon at our church the next week started out with:

"Be alert, be present.  I'm about to do something brand new.  It's bursting out!  Don't you see it?  There it is!  I'm making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands."  Isaiah 43:19 the Message

And my ears perked up and took notice.  And the next few verses were read in the sermon:

"I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you."  Ezekiel 36:26

"He who was seated on the throne said, I am making everything new!" Revelation 21:5

Ok, I'm beginning to get the picture.  Even I am not that obtuse!  But apparently I still wasn't getting it because the next day a friend posted the Isaiah 43:19 verse on their page.

So I was now beginning to understand that this verse is going to be significant in 2015.

We were invited to spend New Year's week at a friends house in the Outer Banks.  It was a wonderful trip full of fun, friendship, and time spent making great memories together.  But I took the opportunity to walk the beach each day and repeat and pray that verse, over and over.  Trying to get that verse imbedded way down into the marrow of my bones, into the deepest reaches of my heart and soul, and into all the nooks and crannies of my brain.  The pessimistic side of my brain started to whisper to me, "Be careful.  Not every new thing is a good thing."  But I immediately re-read the verse and the second part, "I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland," stuck out.  Those are good things.  Good promises.  And I refuse to let doubt and fear steal the promises of God away from me.

So, I say all this to encourage you.  We have 365 new days.  365 new chances.  If you are discouraged, I encourage you to meditate on these verses.  Let them sink in.  Let them be a prayer that you repeat daily or even hourly.  Look expectantly for the good things that God has in store for 2015. Look for new opportunities.  Look for new roads in the desert.  Look for new rivers of life giving refreshment in what was once a wasteland.  Go boldly into 2015 with expectations that new blessings will manifest themselves in your life.  Go forward with joy.  Go forward with peace.  Go forward knowing that the God of the universe is directing your path, and He has good things planned.

I am praying that 2015 be filled with days of New Things for all.  Have a blessed 2015!

I'll leave you with some photos of a new day dawning in the Outer Banks.

Don't Get Your Tinsel in a Tangle...

I readily admit that I am one of "those" people.  You know, one of the ones who gets giddy over the Holidays.  I enjoy the whole process, from decorating the house, to baking the cookies, to the music and lights, and dinners with friends.... I just love the whole thing.  And I especially love giving gifts to people.  It's my thing.  Oh, and did I mention that I just I love it?

But seriously, there are people out there who are trying to harsh my Holiday Happy.  They are the ones who complain about the people who put their lights and decorations up early (mine go up at Thanksgiving).  They are the people who complain about the Christmas music being played too early-- really?  So, let me get this straight, you would rather listen to some crappy, depressing song with questionable lyrics  instead of  Christmas music?  They are the people who complain throughout the Holidays about the crowds, the shopping, the nativity scenes, etc....  These are the same people who get all bunged up about whether I say Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas.  And for the record, I say both, because more than one Holiday takes place in the November to January time period.  Whatever. These are the same people who complain about commercialism (it happens, but I think it isn't as prevalent as people make it seem).  They complain about the gifts they receive.  They don't like the gift, or feel like they can't compete with the gift giver (who says it's a competition?), they complain about having to go out and get the gifts in the first place.  They complain about being slighted by family.  They complain about gathering with family.  They complain about traffic.  They complain about the food.  They complain about not having enough time... Complain, complain, complain....

And to them, those who are trying to drag down my Holiday/Thanksgiving/Christmas/New Year happy I say this:

Don't get your Tinsel in a Tangle.

Seriously, just stop it.  Stop.  Do you not realize that the Christmas season is a gift?  It's a gift given to  EVERYONE.  Really.  Everyone can have this gift.  God gave the gift of his son to everyone.  Not just those who deserve it (for which I am grateful).   This gift was given freely so that all may know what true love looks like.  Jesus is the ultimate gift.  There's no "outdoing" this gift.  And this amazing gift costs me nothing, yet gives me everything.  And when I truly take a minute to just stop, and contemplate how amazing this gift is, my only response is overwhelming gratitude and joy.  How could I not love this seasonal reminder of God's extreme, radical, all-out love for me and all of human kind? And, how can I not share this joy unspeakable with those around me?

I share this joy as much as I can.  Sometimes all I can do is smile at those around me.  Believe me, when you are stuck in a long line at the store, this is a great gift you can share.  And it is easy and costs you nothing.  I can share an encouraging word with someone.  I can bake cookies for those I love and hold dear, as well as for a few strangers with whom I have brief contact with over this Holiday season.  I can volunteer.  I can give to charity. I am greatly aware that I alone cannot change all that is wrong in this world (poverty, war, abuse),  but I can at least do my part to bless as many people as I can-- believing that God somehow multiplies the little I can give.  I invite friends over for special dinners filled with good food, great company, and shared love.  I can purchase gifts for my friends and family that I know will bring them joy.  I don't do this to receive anything in return.  I have already received the greatest gift anyone could ever give me.  Instead, I am doing this because God has blessed me, and I firmly believe that it is my job to share these blessings with others. I do all this not out of a need to be recognized, but instead out of a need to recognize all that God has done for me.  And I do not let feelings of insecurity, guilt, or shame take away the pleasure of offering up what I can to others.  Even if it feels inadequate, or small, or insignificant.  At each point in my life I have firmly  believed that God has placed me where I was/am, with the resources I had/have, to bring specific blessings to others.  I pause now for a sidebar piece of unsolicited advice: I ask you to receive any gifts you may get this season with gratitude and with love, not worrying about competition, or expectancy, or guilt.  When you react to a gift with guilt or anything other than love, you ruin the best part of the gift.  It's a gift.  Receive it as such.  And move on.  Do not feel compelled to reciprocate in kind.  Often, a simple, heartfelt, thank you is all you need to give.

My happiness stems from being greatly loved and from sharing that love with others to the best of my ability.  So, I'm not going to be bothered by the fact that you may believe differently than I do.  I am not going to concentrate on the "wrapping" of the gift of this season, instead, I choose to focus on the gift itself, which is love, made flesh, in the form of a child who came to change the world.  So, Happy Holidays!  Happy Thanksgiving!  Merry Christmas!  Happy New Year!  And may joy, peace, and most of all love surround you this season!

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him."  John  3:16

And I love how the message words this passage:

"This is how much God loved the world;  He gave his Son, his one and only Son.  And this is why:  so that no one need be destroyed;  by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life.  God didn't go through all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was.  He came to help put the world right again."  John 3:16 the Message

Life's to short to drink Nasty Eggnog

I haven't been blogging very much lately because I made a promise to myself that this year I would really enjoy the Holiday season.  To take the time. slow down, and savor all the activities and events.  

And so I have been busy "savoring" the season.  Making sure that everything I do--everything I participate in-- is done with the intent of doing it well and with an attitude of appreciation and a focus on enjoying fully the experience.

And this leads me to one of my favorite holiday time treats... eggnog.  I know it's not good for you.  I know it is sugar and calorie ladened.  To which I say...whatever.  My son shares my great love for this treat.  But, knowing that this treat is not the best for us, I tried to "have my cake and eat it too"  by purchasing an eggnog that was healthier.

This healthier version stated the following right on the bottle:

Made with natural milk

Made with natural eggs

80% less fat

75% less cholesterol

60% fewer calories

Hmmmmm.... sounds good.  Plus it came in a semi clear container which allowed me to see that it actually had the right eggnog "consistency."  Other healthier substitutions tend to be runny which translates to awful.  So, I happily slapped that eggnog in my cart and brought it home. It usually only takes my teenaged son about 20 minutes to discover the new cart of eggnog in the fridge (it's like he can smell it), and about 2 days to snarf it all down.  

This time, however, was different.  A couple of days after my purchase I looked in the fridge and discovered that the eggnog had barely been touched.  It had been opened and a glass or two poured, but it was still mostly full.  Keagan had had a very busy week, so I thought that maybe he just hadn't been home enough to drink the eggnog.  Yeah, more for me.  So I picked out a favorite cup and poured myself a half cup of eggnog, grabbed a homemade biscotti cookie, and settled in to enjoy my treats by the fireplace.  I took a bite of biscotti.  Yum!  Then I eagerly grabbed my cup in anticipation of washing down that yumminess of cookie with more yumminess in the form of my favorite eggnog treat.  I took a sip-- and thought, hummm.... maybe this eggnog doesn't go well with my choice of biscotti flavor.  So, I took another sip.  Nope, the problem wasn't biscotti.  This eggnog was awful.

Later on, when my son arrived home from school, I asked him about the eggnog.  He said, "I'm not drinking that stuff.  It's nasty."  And, I had to agree.  There was nothing redeeming about that eggnog. It was nasty.  It was undrinkable.  

Which brings me to my point,  life is too short to drink nasty eggnog.  You see, sometimes in life we look for the "better" option instead of just accepting that what we have already is good.  Even if what we have contains some "extra calories."  So, this Christmas I encourage you to take the time to stop and savor all the little moments.  That you truly take time to enjoy your days instead of rushing through them.  To enjoy what you do have, and not envy what you don't.  Have an attitude of gratitude.

Well, although I am not going to drink the eggnog, I am loathe to throw it away and waste the money.  So I have decided I will use it to make eggnog cookies.  Sugar  should help the flavor.  I hope it doesn't ruin the cookies.  And, I promptly went out and bought the unhealthy stuff, and had a glass with my son with no regrets.

I'll leave you with a few photos of some of the "Christmasy" activities I have been enjoying lately.  Have a great week!

Decorating Casa Benintendi

Wrapping presents...

cuddling with my cat by the fireplace.....

Making Christmas cards....

And baking cookies,  enjoying time with my husband and son, and eating amazing dinners with great friends!  Merry Christmas!