Resident Cake Maker

Mommom, my step mom has been baking cakes for her grand kids since the very first one. It has always been a highlight at special occasions to see what she has created. We would tell her the "theme" of the party and wait with anticipation to see what kind of wonder would be made. Over the years we have celebrated with Cinderella, Winnie the pooh, princesses , Bob the builder and Pokeman to name a few. There have been 3D treasure Chests with candy jewels spilling out and a carriage made of sugar and a  swimming pool that  made you want to dive in. Mommom  could be counted on to make special orders including a gluten free cake and enough sheet cake to feed 50 people or if cupcakes were your fancy, a dozen vanilla and a dozen chocolate would be decorated and delivered with a smile and cool candles. The first batch of grand kids are "aging out" and so we see the cake master less often but still appreciate Mommom's sweet offerings including congratulatory "Mexican"cupcakes brought for a graduation Party.

Hidden Entitlement

Hidden Entitlement

I have the right to be understood

I have the right to have things go my way

I have the right to comfort

I have the right to an easy home life

I have the right to be given grace by others.

I have the right...to nothing.

 So much entitlement that gets entangled in our minds, clouding truth. As a follower of Jesus I am called to lay down my life, to die to self and pick up my cross but why is that so hard.” My family should give way to my needs after all I sacrifice so much”, “Why can’t everyone get along”,” I forgave them, they should be forgiving to me”...thought patterns that originate in a place of the” Id”, my inflated view of self. It’s a messy place when we start to look at our egos and start to claim our ‘rights and needs, forgetting to look at the one who provides. I like the verse from Isaiah 45:7 that say’s “I form light and create darkness, I make well-being and create calamity, I am the Lord, who does all these things”. Not me who does these things, not me who laid down her life, not me.

 James 4:1-12

What causes quarrels and what causes fights among you? Is it not this that your passions are at war within you? You desire and do not have, so you murder. You covet and cannot obtain, so you fight and quarrel. You do not have, because you do not ask. You ask and do not receive, because you ask wrongly, to spend it on your passions. You adulterous people! Do you not know that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Therefore whoever wishes to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God. Or do you suppose it is to no purpose that the Scripture says, “He yearns jealously over the spirit that he has made to dwell in us”? ...

Over-comer

Over-comer

There are those who are over-comers and my mom is one of them. She has not only endured but triumphed over a past filled with traumatic ritualistic abuse. She married young to escape her environment of abuse and neglect and managed to raise four semi sane children. Then faced single motherhood head on. She took the bull by the horns and pursued going to college  getting her associates, bachelors, masters degree and eventually completed her PhD. As the youngest my memories are filled with an overall sense of love and bravery amidst the crazy. My mom allowed her children to explore and find adventure. She introduced us to nature with our trips to Maine and camping trips later on. She continued that legacy of adventure with her many trips to the beach with the grandchildren, teaching them how to crash the waves. As life became difficult and the memories could no longer be ignored she bravely waded through counseling, facing the past and vanquishing “demons’. My mom has displayed immense courage in seeking forgiveness from her children and in always striving for a better relationship. She has boldly stepped into the body of faith, allowing God to continue the healing process. My mom loves unconditionally, accepting step kids, in laws and others into her circle without restraint.  Those who her children love become embraced as her family too. She is also very patient with a daughter who lacks in the communication department never accusing or scolding. My mom is the right mom for our family and is an example of courage and quiet strength. 

Broken trinkets

I am not one that has big ticket items throughout my house. I tend towards practical and have had many hand me downs pass through our home. For a long time my kitchen cabinets were filled with mismatched dishes and glasses including plastic fishy plates. In recent years I have been able to acquire complete sets including my practical but matching Corelle with polka dots and Jewel tone glassware. Not “my pride and joy” but definitely a happy place. That is until these past 2 weeks. The first to go was one of the glasses (I believe it was one of the teal ones). Then today, a favorite green RCC coffee mug became fatally wounded as it tumbled out of the top cabinet then finally came a Corelle cereal bowl. I am pretty sure Corelle is supposed to be chip and break “resistant “but this one shattered into hundreds of pieces finding its way into cabinets unbeknownst by me (which is its own story for another day). I was definitely not in my happy zone any more. Later  I was struck with how truly unimportant my broken trinkets where in comparison to those who have lost it all.  Items given value by me for who knows why, trinkets with no true lasting worth. It was not a quick gloss over it kind of response either, rather a resonating deep within that IT DOES NOT MATTER at ALL.

Are you hidden or hiding

Are you hidden or hiding. We can take refuge in so many things. Do you hide behind your good works or your squeaky clean reputation? Is the whiteness of your picket fence what makes you feel safe and secure? Do you ascribe to the right ideas and therefore feel free to judge others? Or are you hidden in the folds of a loving God that says" I see who you are and all your deeds but my love is so big that I can cover you? Hiding and hidden so very different for the body of faith. If we are hidden in Him there is an envelopment for all of our short comings and therefore we can move in utter freedom because His love does "Cover a multitude of sins". If we are hiding in our own self built facade, the confinement can eventually suffocate us. Can we as one body step out from our hiding places so that many will come and learn of the hidden comforting places of God?

Brighter days.

 Thoughts about someone I met recently.

 Darkness stealing, innocence taken.

Running from pain, no soft landing spot.

Moving here and there, no certainty,

Bodies stepping up, provisions coming.

Connections made, hope growing.

Brighter days, God's provision.

Identity

Identity

I love being a wife except when I don’t. I am fulfilled in my parenting except when it empties me. I am enriched by being a home school mom except when I get lazy. I am satisfied when working as an Occupational Therapist in the special needs population except when the demands grow too big.  I feel completed as a christian when I do the right thing except when I fail at it. So many identities and so many crisis when failure or lack show its face. My identity too closely wrapped in the here and now. Joy comes not in who I am or in what I do, joy comes in  resting in the knowledge that I am accepted just as I am when I allow Christ to redeem all my inadequacies. I am a sinful creature, full of pride and selfishness and prone to messing up but can be at peace when I let the truth sink deep.