When you were little did you ever dream of the person you would be when you grew up? I am sure you have, I know I was that little girl too. I dreamed of being a vet for a few years there but I am […]
Month: August 2014
Fried chicken??? Seriously I woke up Saturday with a desire to eat fried chicken. Actually what I was really wanting was a meal from this place in WA that my mom, step dad and I used to go to called “The Southern Kitchen”. Oh my goodness, words can’t describe the amazing food you would get there. And it was so family oriented. You walk in, find yourself a table and order family style from a menu of fried chicken, catfish and a few other meats and then choose your sides, mashed potatoes, to die for mac’n’cheese, and so many different veggies. It was amazing. None the less, I called my friend K- and since we do Sunday dinners I told her I would cook and “Southern” was on the menu. I also decided to add some corn bread to the lineup of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans.
Before I started cooking though I had one of those amazing conversations with J- that we tend to have…Granted God is the center of our conversation in some way or form 99% of the time and so of course the conversations are going to be great. Well near the end of the conversation I told her about my strange desire to make a southern meal and also about how I had started to read cook books again. Seriously my favorite thing to do is to cook for Adam but for the last 8 months cooking hasn’t been the highest on my priority list with school, plays being created, movies being filmed, moves being had and us being separated by over 1000 miles. So my desire to read cook books is a great step in a happy direction, I feel safest and happiest in the kitchen. So J- told me that I should take my love for the kitchen and capture it, so that is what I did. I made GF corn bread muffins (not from scratch, I am not that cool) and photographed it. And honestly I loved it…I thinking I need to do this more often. I mean why not right?
Pamela’s GF Cornbread muffin mix is amazing!!!
Beautiful silver and white muffin papers
Muffin Batter, to me the simple act of pouring it in the wrappers was satisfying
Am I the only one who loves dishes in this state?
Beautifully cooked Cornbread muffins.
Thank you God for giving so many amazing passions and the ability to share them with the world in some form or fashion. I am also thankful to you for the fact that you push the people in my life to challenge me like this in ways I would never have dreamed. In Jesus Name, AMEN.
Being a virtuous wife, an honoring and respecting wife is what I strive for. The first 3 verses of the “Virtuous Wife” are the verses I feel that I am the strongest at. And I am not saying that I reach that goal of being loving and respecting to my husband all day every day because in light of a recent conversation I gather that I have said a few things that were slightly disrespectful and flat out mean to him.
Proverbs 31:10-12 “Who can find a virtuous wife? For her worth is far above rubies. The heart of her husband safely trusts her; so he will have no lack of gain. She does him good and not evil all the days of her life.”
Verse 12 is the verse that I cling to; I want more than anything to always do good for him, to never bring harm to him in our home, and in our marriage. The world has a way of kicking us when we are down, we were never promised an easy life here on earth (heck if you are a follower of Christ you know that God has a plan in the pain and heart ache and we should still bring glory and honor to His amazing name!!) But when it comes to within the confines of our marriage, the relationship between us, I want nothing more than for him to be able to sit back and breathe easy. When he tells the people he works with that don’t know me, about me, I want him to be able to say with confidence that he has a wife who loves, honors and respect’s him and that he has NO REASON to doubt any of those qualities.
One thing I will say, sometimes honoring and respecting are hard for me. Not because I don’t think that he doesn’t deserve those things, because let me tell you, a man who works as hard as Adam does to take care of his family in all areas is a man worth honoring and respecting, BUT I am a woman full of flesh. I am far from perfect and I fall on my face in this area, the area I find to be the easiest to follow. What does that say about the rest of the virtuous wife aspects? (We will get to those soon) For me the problem is my mouth, I have a habit of saying things that just SHOULD NOT come out of these lips. I pray regularly that Adam knows how much I love and respect him. I am so thankful that I have a Godly man as the head of my house-hold. He strives to make the right choices for our family and tries his hardest to walk on the path that God has laid out for us. (I know full well that he is a man of flesh and falls just like the rest of us.)
I would never have come to this thought process on my own, God had to open my eyes through a couple of very specific male friends of ours. I have to thank them for the way I look at my marriage and the way I want to have God see my marriage. God spoke through them both and with their words hit me upside the head like a 2×4, but in a way that was so helpful and life changing, that I will never in my wildest dreams be able to thank them enough.
More than ever I am seeing how important a church home is to a person’s faith and sanity. Over the past 8 weeks I have been without a church home. I knew that moving to Mesa wasn’t going to be the easiest considering I was doing it without Adam but then trying to find a church home without him is even harder. I don’t want to fall into a routine with a church just to have him not really like it when he gets here. With that being said I have gone to a few churches since I have been here because I know just how important a church home can be and I am in need of that relationship.
The first church that I went to was Calvary Chapel here in Mesa. I really enjoyed the worship and the message (most Calvary’s are similar in style so I knew what I was getting into) but the down side to this specific church is there are many older couples and not too many people even close to mine and Adams age. I went there 2 weeks in a row, the first week I went to the 9am service and the second I went to the 11am, thinking maybe that the reason I didn’t meet too many people my age was I went to the wrong service, well that isn’t the case. The next week I went to church with a girl that I met at the dog park, it may kind of sound strange but you get to talking to people at the dog parks…none the less it was in someone’s home (that isn’t the strange part of the whole ordeal) but I had a feeling long before I left my home that evening that I shouldn’t be going. I believe that God speaks to us in many different forms and for me that day He spoke to me both in this uneasy feeling about going (I kept wanting to back out and just tell her sorry I wasn’t going to make it) and then that day I took a nap and had a dream that I was being murdered at this home. Now if that isn’t enough to scare someone out of doing something I don’t know what is. Well either way I didn’t listen to those warning and I went to the service. I was completely right in my feelings, God was not in that house at all. Needless to say I haven’t gone back and haven’t spoken to that girl since. And even after I left that whole week afterwards the Devil had a field day, I thought that I had guarded my heart but obviously not enough because he sneaked his way in and wouldn’t leave me alone.
The following 2 weekends I was privileged to be on a movie set and missed services. After that I went to visit my dad and went to the Calvary Chapel there in Los Lunas, NM. Adam and I go to that service when we go visit so I knew that it was going to be a good message and I wasn’t wrong. The following weekend I decided to try one of the “mega churches” here in Mesa. It was so odd being in such a grand building. Most of the churches that I have attended growing up haven’t had the most money and so we didn’t ever have the greatest of buildings. Heck in Minot the Lord has allowed us to move and shake while RENTING space from other churches. That being said, I just didn’t think this large scale church was right for Adam and I (way too many people for his taste and too grand a fountain in the lobby for mine). Not to say people haven’t come to the Lord in that church, I am sure they have, it was just TOO MUCH for us.
This past week though I went to Calvary Chapel Tri-City and was amazed. It was large, much larger than Calvary Chapel Mesa and Minot but I could feel just this awesome pulse of LOVE coming from this community. I am planning on going back this weekend and may be attending their young adults group and meeting some new people. I am trusting God to show me where He wants me to be, the place that I will both grow the most from and be able to do the most work in His name.
I want more than anything to find a new church to call my home and my family. We are called to be part of a community such as a church; Hebrews 10:24-25, to be lifted up and to be able to lift up by like-minded people. A church building isn’t just a place to hear a sermon or sing some songs but to find a group of people (The Church BODY) and to be able to have that support while you leave the 4 walls of the church building and go out and share the Good News of Jesus Christ with the world.