“You will never have this day with your children again. Tomorrow they’ll be a little older than they were today. This day is a gift. Breathe and notice. Smell and touch them; study their faces and little feet and pay attention. Relish the charms of the present. Enjoy today, mama, it will be over before you know it.” – Jen Hatmaker
I’ve written before about my journey to better eating and I hesitated even writing this post because it is such a “hot topic” these days. However, in keeping with the name of my blog – food is something I seriously LOVE. With that in mind, we’ve decided to try and eat a strictly whole foods & plant-based diet for the month of September. The reason I phrase it this way instead of vegetarian or vegan is because 1) they are both loaded terms & 2) we knew we wanted to have some flexibility throughout our “diet” (read: lifestyle change!)… I’m hoping to blog about some of our experiences, what I’m sure will be MY personal struggles (Sam is disciplined, I am emotional), and also include any especially good recipes that I find along the way! Our original inspiration came from the documentary Forks over Knives (you can find it on Netflix) & we will also reference the Engine 2 Diet. Yummm…
When we remember that the Christ dwells in each and every person around us (Mt. 25.31-46) – we are compelled to stop and remove our shoes for where ‘they’ stand is Holy Ground.
Whether ‘they’ are our friend or foe, in agreement or disagreement the Christ is in them and we should be compelled to serve them.
Next time we wonder, “Where is the LORD?” We should just look around us.
It is a popular phenomenon for mom’s to blog their birth stories. With shows like A Baby Story, the rise in popularity of delivering more “naturally”, and social networks/blogs that encourage the proclaiming of even the most mundane life experiences – it’s not really surprising. Last night, at a cookout with friends, we were talking about this very trend and the women speaking did not have children of their own (but hope to one day) and were describing the stories as a mix of eccentric and horrifying – like a “car crash where you just can’t look away.” I am familiar with these stories, both the extreme (eating placenta, birthing at home in the bathtub, etc) and the graphic (near-death experiences, heart-stopping emergencies). I am not trying to imply that every woman who tells her story online is looking to be sensational, or to minimize the fact that hundreds of women every day have very out-of-the-ordinary, life-threatening labor experiences. I just agree with my childless friends, you should use some discretion when telling your story.
However, I’ve also read plenty of amazing stories that are poetic and written to express the incredible love and life-change that occur at the birth of a child – the miracle where both baby and mother are born. The delivery of my first child was long & tedious, but after seeing her gorgeous face I swore to myself that the only thing I would tell or share with first time moms was: 1) it is the hardest thing you will ever do, but you CAN do it, and 2) it will be the most beautiful moment of your life. Hands down.
“Yesterday the greatest question was decided which ever was debated in America; and a greater perhaps never was, nor will be, decided among men. A resolution was passed without one dissenting colony, “that these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States.”
Sitting quietly at Starbucks, enjoying my first iced (decaf) mocha of the summer and feeling my heart being held in the hands of a generous and steadfast God. How blessed & loved we are: a healthy pre-natal appointment, a car to get me where I need to go, a husband who cherishes friday mornings with our toddler, a safe city and home – shalom.
The contrast of my quiet life in midwest U.S. and the turmoil of places like Syria hold me in a tension that is hard to articulate or reconcile and the book that I brought with me for some quiet toddler-free reading is hitting me square in the chest.
What is God’s word for the world in which we live? Does he see justice and righteousness increasing among us? Is he saddened by our lack of compassion? Are there any who embrace his peace (shalom) and way of life? …I query those of us who know Christ as our life. Can God be pleased by the vast and increasing inequities among us? Is he not grieved by our arrogant accumulation, while Christian brothers and sisters elsewhere languish and die? Is it not obligatory upon us to see beyond the nose of our own national interest, so that justice may roll down like waters and righteousness like an everflowing stream? Is there not an obligation upon us to do justice, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with God if we want to live in this wonderful peace?
May we be thankful for all we have and know that it is enough… not for us alone, but for the good of all.